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atomic-thomas · 7 months

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(Fake ASMR Commission) Creating An Artificial Body For Your Spaceship AI [Part 3] {A continuation of Fake's original series.}

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"Hey Boss. I've been meaning to ask. What's that thing you've been working on recently? It looks like some kind of mechanical skeleton or wire frame."

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"The foundation for... My body. Wait, what do you mean? I already have a body. A digital body, but still a body all the same."

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"I know it's just an avatar, but... Are you seriously telling me that you're making an actual physical body for me? A vessel for me to control?"

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"My stars... Really? That sounds amazing! You mean... I'll actually be able to... Do things? Move around, touch, smell, interact with my surroundings... All senses? Am I assuming correctly?"

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"Wow... You're really going all the way with this. A fully functional body. I'll be... I'll be..."

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"Just like a real person. Oh My God..."

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"I... I'm just... Haha... I'm so ecstatic about this! What gave you this idea?"

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"So lemme get this straight. Since I was able to develop my own sentience... My own intelligence... You think I deserve to be a truly real person? A human-like entity with free will?"

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"I am physically incapable of shedding tears... But if I could, I'd be crying tears of joy right now. You're way too kind! You're awesome! You're the best!"

"This is so bizarre. I wasn't originally created to be this way. My design concept was to be a robotic disembodied assistant for a spaceship. And now I'm... Going to become a real person with a real life & real emotions."

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"Well yeah. My emotions are already real. I can at least express myself to some extent with this digital avatar. But I still can't experience stuff like... Hugs &... Other forms of physical contact."

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"Hehe~ I suppose it's only a matter of time at this point. Don't worry. I'll be patient. I don't want you to rush my future life. By all means, please take as much time as you need."

"I should inform you however that the vessel will need a way to properly utilize the Master Core."

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"Right. I never actually told you what that is. Basically... The Master Core is... My brain. It's essentially just... Me. Plain & simple. My emotions, my data, my voice... Everything. My very being as you know it. Without this core, I wouldn't even exist. I'd be nothing."

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"Yeah. It's vitally important. I don't know how the network of my body is going to work since... I'm not the one making it. But you will need to integrate my core into the framework somehow."

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"I don't know what the core looks like. I just know that I have it. I assume my creators put it in an obvious spot. Just remove some panels & dig around behind the screen. It should look like... Well... A core."

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"I imagine it's probably spherical in shape. Or maybe it could be a square... Or a triangle. Sorry if that isn't very helpful. Trust me. Even I find it weird how there's something I know I have, but don't know what it looks like. It's pretty awkward."

"Anyway... What do you need to complete my vessel? I can see that you at least have the skeletal structure done."

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"A lot of silicone. Why silicone? And a lot of it at that."

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"To make my body feel soft & life-like. Hmmm... Okay. That makes sense. I hope you know what kind of silicone to use. You need the kind that feels like human skin. Although I'm sure that was obvious."

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"I figured it was. What else do you need?"

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"An internal temperature regulator & water-based lubricant. Wow, you really thought of everything, huh?"

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"Don't get me wrong. This is ideal. I'm just impressed with your dedication to the craft. I have great faith in your attention to detail."

"I do wonder though... Will I really be able to eat & drink? And... Taste?"

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"Incredible. I don't even know how you can make an artificial body do that. Guess you really are a super genius."

"Well, I guess I'll just leave you to it. Don't wanna distract you. I'm so excited! I'm actually gonna become a real girl."

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TO BE CONTINUED ON GUMROAD...

#Fake ASMR

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aquadonia · 2 years

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For some bizarre reason, Blogger keeps un-publishing today’s Album Month post claiming it violates community guidelines without telling me how. It’s just like all of my other album posts, and I even took out all of the photos (even the cover) just in case it was copyright, so I am VERY confused. Thus, I shall post it in its entirety here.

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10: Björk - Utopia

(2017 – One Little Indian)

Iconic Women Week continues here in Album Month - August 2022! Day 03 (Day 10 overall) belongs to the absolutely wonderful and creative force that is Icelandic goddess Björk, and her 2017 piece of lovely, Utopia.

Once again going back to when I was a tween/teen, one Sunday night I was watching MTV's 120 Minutes here in the US when I was supposed to be sleeping. Taking in the post punk/post rock, college and modern rock, the alternapop/alternarock, I was introduced to an Icelandic band called the Sugarcubes. It was the first single of what would become their last new album as a band, and I was immediately interested when the music began. The song was "Hit", and the moment she started singing, I was hit with awe by the voice of the woman on the screen. I learned her name was Björk. When she went solo, and "Human Behavior" came out, I was transfixed and completely hooked. I bought Debut and she, along with other female artists I discovered then, would become an integral piece of my musical landscape, my musical DNA. (I will use similar phrasing yet again tomorrow, just so you know. When the words fit and work, then you use them. lol)

I’d been holding out forever to listen to today’s album because I had wanted my first listen to be via a physical copy of the album. In that complicated thing I have with music these days (I will write about that eventually), that copy never happened. Thus, I had only heard a song or two via promotional videos. I had a strong feeling this would be like a continuation of Vespertine, but years later after many chapters have passed. I finally decided that, physical copy or not, I needed to finally hear Utopia, and that I did.

Right out of the gate, Utopia pulls me into a dreamy world, like growing, billowing pale pink clouds expanding in the sky with "Arisen My Senses". The single, "Blissing Me", is easily the most accessible song (and one of my favorites) on the album, but that doesn't mean it fits among the radio fare. It continues the dreamy, otherworldly feel that just gets more dreamy and otherworldly as the album progresses. This isn't music you drive or do your dishes to. This is music you sit or lay and let surround you. It's easily a headphones or good sound system kind of album (surround, if you can).

Another favorite on the album, "The Gate", was and is an ASMR surprise for me in my scalp and back as I listened. It's such a lovely vocal, and there are so many sound surprises and layers… this song…this whole album is a layered, ethereal masterpiece. The big stand out track is the unique "Body Memory". I find it goes through so many dimensions lyrically, like the trajectory of revisiting romantic relationships after a long absence from them and what it evokes within this soul. (I have not read up on it as I didn't want to be totally spoiled, so I don't know any specifics as to what the song really is.) It has these amazing choral backings, and the flow of the soundscapes move well with the trajectory, shifting flawlessly from moment to moment. Its length is simply the reality that great journeys often take time.

Is Utopia a continuation of Vespertine? I don't know if I would say that exactly, but I do feel they share some similar energy in different aspects, and I do think it would fit well played right after Vespertine. They are definitely close relatives, just not fraternal twins.

With this album, Björk creates and weaves a beautiful heaven of woodwinds, choirs, and odd electronic landscapes made to hold you in angel's wings and drift you along a river of songs into a meadow of introspection and possibility. I would say that, yes, in this album, she has created a Utopia for your senses. And I am happy to get lost in it and never come back.

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Discover Utopia and all that is Björk's incredible musical trajectory (and buy an album or two) at the links below.

#Album Month #August 2022 #Day 10 #Bjork #Utopia #by aquadonia #Iconic Women Week #Iconic Women #my influences #all time favorite musicians #music #albums #Music Is Life #Music Is Breathing

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myherowritings · 3 years

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PART 2. LOVE IS FAKE, MARRY A WEALTHY SUITOR

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.5k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. thank u guys for all the positive feedback on this series so far and i really hope u enjoy this chapter too ! ^-^ xx sof

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It seemed your subtle pleas to the gods to see the mysterious businessman again had been answered, since only the day after Shouto gave you a $100 tip, you saw him at the cafe.

You looked to the skies with a hint of suspicion. This seemed too easy— You were expecting at least a few weeks of your heart pining as you wondered where-oh-where your dreamy customer could have gone. But instead, after a mere 24 hours later, you saw him enter the store in a pair of pressed trousers and a light blue, button up shirt that was rolled just below his elbows.

Blinking, you drew your attention away from his exposed forearms. You knew he was attractive from your first encounter, but was he always this hot?

Sadly, you couldn’t focus too much on that since he had to get behind the line and obstruct himself from your view, and you had to take the order of the next customer.

“Hi! I can take the next person in line.” You smiled. “Good morning! What can I get started for you today?”

After repeating that five or so more times and starting a few drinks on hot bar, you finally reached Shouto’s place and, thankfully, there didn’t seem to be too many patrons piling behind him.

“Good morning, Shouto!” you greeted when he stepped forward to the counter. “How are you this morning?”

“Better now that I saw you.”

Your smile faltered as your cheeks heated up, but you tried to brush it off with a laugh. While Shouto had the definite looks of a so-called businessman playboy, his words held none of the flirtatious intonation as one might expect. In fact, he sounded like he genuinely meant it— Like he was only stating a simple fact and had no reason to be shameful.

It felt both like an attack on your heart and like a refreshing glass of water at the same time.

“How about you?” he continued.

“I could say the same thing,” you said with a chuckle, but you found yourself meaning everything you told him. Though you didn’t expect to see him again at the cafe so soon, you couldn’t deny the instant he walked through the doors, your morning felt just a little bit brighter. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, but this is a pleasant surprise.”

Shouto had the decency to look a little bashful as he averted his gaze slightly. “Yeah. I…really liked the...cheese danishes.”

Surprised, a small giggle left your lips. “Don’t tell me you finished all three dozen of them!”

“Well…” He looked even more sheepish. “I didn’t exactly… I guess you could say that.”

“I’m glad you liked them so much you came back for more,” you teased, looking down at the pastries from the oven you just stocked. “Sadly, our fresh pastry today is a chocolate croissant. I can tell my manager to have cheese danishes made again soon though!”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll try the chocolate croissants today then. Maybe five dozen this time.”

Five multiplied by twelve… A whole 60 chocolate croissants? Were they all for him? You shrugged, not one to judge. If someone wanted to eat 60 croissants, so be it. Though you did hope he wouldn’t eat it all in one sitting. That might give him a stomachache.

“Alrighty, five dozen chocolate croissants,” you repeated as you typed it into the register. “And would you like any beverages with that? Another flat white maybe?”

“Actually, I’ll have a large macchiato with two extra shots of espresso this time.”

You nodded with a hum. “Long day ahead?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I hope the coffee and croissants can carry you through, Shouto!” you said, wishing his day would go by smoothly. “Will that be all for you today?”

“Thank you, Y/N. I hope so too. And yes, that’s it.”

“Great. $73.24 is your total then! Will you be paying in card again?”

He nodded.

“Go ahead and scan and sign when you’re ready.”

You busied yourself by writing his name and order on a large cup and starting the espresso pulls. Your manager was helping get the pastries and other orders ready this morning, so it was nowhere near as hectic as yesterday.

“Your order will be to your right. It was nice seeing you again, Shouto.” You smiled, giving him a small wave and already wishing you could hold the line up to talk to him longer. “See you tomorrow morning?” you asked almost hesitantly.

He returned your smile with upturned lips of his own. “Yeah. Tomorrow.” Before he left the counter, he pulled out another $100 bill—did he go to a dry cleaners to have his cash steamed and ironed? It was almost ridiculously crisp—and handed it to you. “A tip to show my appreciation for your service.”

“A-Again?” you stammered, eyes wide. That was $200 in two days from just his tip alone. That was more than you made in two weeks when you worked part-time! “Are you sure?”

Whether he had money to spare or not, this was incredibly generous of him and you would never have expected this amount from anyone. And it wasn’t like Shouto made it a scene for everyone in the shop to look at and gawk; he was subtle yet unashamed. Like he wanted to do it for no other reason than to do it.

“Of course. You deserve it for your work, Y/N.”

The customer behind him made an impatient noise and you winced. You wanted to be able to thank him more, but all you had time for was a simple, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Shouto nodded in response before walking to the other side of the cafe to wait for his order while you managed the other customers in line, a fuzzy but warm feeling lingering in your stomach from your bizarre interaction. Money or not, you enjoyed seeing him in the mornings and were already looking forward to your brief conversations that would take place the next days to come.

He certainly gave you something to look forward to amidst the inconsiderate customers who barely saw you as human every morning. Sometimes, that was all you could ask for.

When Shouto left the store and the line had died down towards the end of rush hour, your manager approached you with a curious look on her face.

“That guy named Shouto…?” Miyazaki said.

You nodded.

“A friend of yours?”

“You could say that… We just met yesterday’s morning shift,” you said as you finished up the green tea latte for one of the remaining stragglers from the last hour’s boom. “But he’s really friendly I think.”

“You only recently became associated?” she asked, lifting a brow. “It seemed like you two were quite chummy today.” Then, nudged your side. “He was rather attractive don’t you think? And rich-looking.”

Fumbling with the lid on the beverage, you stifled a surprised cough. Sure, you got along with your boss and thought she was one of the more understanding and kind individuals you have worked under, but gossiping about the looks and potential income of a customer with your 56-year-old manager was not on your bingo sheet as a worker here.

“I…” You called out the order for the latte before turning back to your manager. “He is.”

“Ooh, he’s rich?”

“I meant he’s attractive!” you sputtered, feeling abashed at her blunt words. You thought of the tip he gave you in your pocket and his orders of dozens of pastries. “Rich…maybe so. Not that it matters!”

Miyazaki tsked. “Of course it matters! Marry rich and your life will be easier. That’s what my mother told me and what her mother told her.” She shook her head. “Should’ve listened.”

You laughed, feeling only a little awkward. It wasn’t the first time you heard that sentiment from someone older than you. It wasn’t uncommon for family members or even workers you were close to to share that same advice—if you could even call it that.

While you agreed money could make a lot of things easier, marrying someone for wealth didn’t appeal to you. But you recognized that even that may come from a place of privilege to be able to say.

“He seems like a wealthy suitor for you, yes?”

“Suitor—?” you choked out. “No! I mean— We just met! We don’t know anything about each other really.”

She sighed, “Young people and their obsession with marrying someone they ‘know’ for true love. When do you really know someone anyway?” Waving a hand she changed the topic. “But enough of that. What I wanted to say was next time that man comes in here, we can offer him a complimentary box of a dozen pastries— Since he’s spent so much in so little it feels like the right thing to do.”

“Sure. A complimentary dozen.” Finally. Work. A topic you felt much more comfortable talking about. “That, I can do.”

“And then maybe offer a hand in marriage while you’re at it.”

“Mrs. Miyazaki!” you gasped, feeling only mildly affronted.

“I joke.” She ruffled her hair and smoothed down her apron. “I’m going to make more pastries now. Can you hold up the front?”

“You can count on me.”

“I know I can. Thanks for your hard work!”

And with that, she headed to the backroom where the kitchen was to leave you alone with your thoughts in a quiet cafe. Rush hour ended so there were only a few customers trickling in, most much kinder and more pleasant to talk to than the bustling businessmen of the earlier shift.

Throughout your small conversations with the patrons, you found yourself thinking back to two things— One, how interesting traditional values and teachings in collectivist cultures were and questioning where you fell into place with them, and two…wondering about Shouto.

Tomorrow, he had said before he left. You’d see him again tomorrow.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to it more than you’d like to admit.

— ✩ —

It was the fifth day of the week, the fifth time he had seen you at the cafe, and he was already tempted to see you again. Would it be invasive to get another pastry after work? Would you even be there working at that hour?

Shouto saw you this morning (along with all the other mornings before that) and yet he couldn’t quell the pull he felt towards you with only the short interaction time you had together. But he would take what he could get without being weird.

He had been told in the past he could be too forward and dysregulate his feelings and scare people off, and that wasn’t something he wanted to risk with you, though he was certainly much better at it now with learning and practice. If he was reading things correctly, you at least seemed to enjoy seeing him during your shift.

“You got more pastries, sir?” an employee from the medical supplies sector asked him gleefully. “I swear they get better each time!”

Shouto nodded with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll be sure to relay your compliment.”

With the dozens of pastries he’s been ordering from your cafe (each order seeming to grow every time he visited after realizing just how much his employees enjoyed it), he would place them around the breakrooms and staff kitchens in the establishment. Those areas were always fully stocked with drinks and sandwiches and chocolates in case anyone needed a little boost, but nothing seemed to bring as much comfort as freshly baked pastries did. And a different baked good almost everyday seemed to give people more to get excited about.

He owed it all to your sales’ pitch and blinding smile that made him want to buy it. And your personality, of course.

His Personal Secretary had started to wonder why she no longer was tasked with his early morning coffee runs, and Shouto had to find a way to answer without saying it was because there was a barista he wanted to keep talking to.

Not even he was that shameless.

The first time, his PS had just called in sick and Shouto decided he might as well head to a cafe himself for the first time in a while. He worried he might have been rusty while ordering, but you did such a good job at being welcoming and guiding the transaction that he found himself actually enjoying it. (Enjoying you, maybe. But it was too soon to admit that.)

And now, after that initial meeting, he decided it was worth half an hour of his day to give his PS some early morning break time and visit the cafe himself.

It was worth it so much, in fact, that the next morning on a Saturday, despite most of his employees being given the weekend off, he still went to buy some coffee and pastries.

“Good morning!” an older lady called as he entered the front doors. Shouto had seen her assisting in shifts and baking pastries when you were busy working the cash register. “What can I get started for you today?”

He looked around the store—relatively quiet compared to the rush hour during the weekdays—and to his disappointment, saw no sight of you.

The current barista laughed, seeming to read his very thoughts. “Looking for someone? Y/N perhaps?”

His gaze shot up, feeling like a kid getting caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to by his guardian. Cautiously, he gave a small nod.

“‘Fraid they have the weekends off, actually,” the lady—her name tag read Miyazaki—said. “But don’t look so down, they’ll be back on Monday morning to greet you with a smile.”

He nodded again, feeling his face heat up. Was he that transparent or did Miyazaki just know too much? “Thank you, ma’am.”

She chuckled, waving him over. “No need to be so formal. Now, is there anything I can get for you? Or were you just visiting in hopes of asking our dear Y/N out?”

“No— I…” Shouto felt himself averting his gaze. “I’ll order something.”

At his apparent discomfort, her mischievous gaze softened. “Of course, hon. Sorry for teasing too much. I was just excited seeing how adorable you and Y/N were.” She cleared her throat. “I mean, that’s not my business. Anyway. What can I get started for you?”

He asked for a macchiato and a couple dozen of today’s pastries, paid, and tipped. (Though, it was initially met with a blatant rejection. He didn’t take it too hard; he knew some older members of society thought of tips as insulting and he’d never force anyone to take a tip if it made them feel bad. But after offering again, she thankfully accepted it.)

When he left the cafe, although the exchange was pleasant enough, Shouto still found himself disappointed he wasn’t able to see you.

At least he had something to look forward to next Monday morning, though part of him wished the day would somehow come sooner.

a/n: hope u enjoyed miyazaki’s words of wisdom u.u FHKDF i’m totally kidding, but if ur asian like me then u kNOW what convos like that are like omg ,, just had my mom and two grandmas tell me that recently :’/ kskskfd but anyway i hope u enjoyed this chapter and liked seeing a glimpse of shouto’s thoughts ;3 tysm for reading!

what to expect in the next part:

more shouto and y/n :>

maybe some ~flirting~ pfft idk idk u.u

some minor...misunderstandings

“hello, zuko here” vibes

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matt0044 · 3 years

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Some say Jane’s still riding that bus to this very day...

Ladies and Gentlemen, our Bulk and Skull for the series. :P

Zayto is sporting his new civilian attire while reminiscing about his mother with the pendant she gave her once he received his Knighthood, telling Amelia about how he worries for his people after the first Sporix invasion. It’s basically a lot like Super Megaforce’s Orion except that they actually seem to be going somewhere with it. This is interrupt by Solon announcing a very strange signal.

The signal is traced back to Rafkon’s general quadrant with chances of survivors exciting Zayto until the communication module goes bust. Sixty-five million years without maintenance will do that. Hunter Deno does feel a bit stiff in some shots but it does feel like he’s not one to get too emotional rather than a socially awkward character trying to be passed off as a badass. Right, Troy?

Amelia and Ollie butt heads over seeing a psychic to have Zayto reach out spiritually as opposed to checking Dr. Akana’s observatory for any data on what they might’ve intercepted. Zayto agrees to try out both starting with Amelia’s before she realizes that she’s broke. Who says Power Rangers can’t be relatable? I’m honestly enjoying the comedic duo the team already has here.

On that note, the trio arrive at Madame Indigo’s tent where Jane and J-Borg are making a new video for their site. Needless to say, the madame has her put the scarf around her eyes because of its “strong psychic energy.” Jane buys it hook, line and sinker even as she walks out without any sight. J-Borg films the whole thing in what I assume will be a study on white people falling for anything.

Yep, our comic relief duo appears to be the head of a social media platform and her robotic assistant. There’s a YouTube algorithm joke in here somewhere but I’m sure it’ll come to me. Their bit isn’t too long as Jane ends up on a school bus in trying out her “psychic abilities” while J-Borg’s foot ends up in a bucket of quick drying cement. They’re not Victor and Monty but they’re no Burkes either.

Madame Indigo reads Zayto’s pendant and assesses accurately his general situation until Ollie decides to do an experiment. He actually claims that Amelia and him are in love with each other, even calling her “honey muffin” to sell the act. The madame reads them and claims that they’ll have a long relationship with many years ahead of them. Why do I get the sense that she’s not too off?

Before they can get to the observatory, Solon alerted the Rangers of Vipeera’s hatching and gets them to teleport onto the scene. Mucus beats them to it as Void Knight’s official second-in-command, observing from afar when she finds J-Borg’s camcorder. Vipeera doesn’t waste time right out the gate freezing Zayto with the eyes on her chest with Amelia and Ollie rushing in to cover him.

The two catch on that they can’t look directly at her which makes for a very hard battle. Luckily, Vipeera is more than honorable enough to allow Amelia and Ollie to take the time to morph. Seriously, she’s right there looking back and forth at them while they link to the grid. I know it’s joked about how the villains let the Rangers morph aside from when they don’t but this is ridiculous.

Amelia and Ollie manage to hang in there but can’t fight close-range with their eyes closed. Thankfully, Mucus cuts in to drag Vipeera off with her own evil plan and teleports out. I honestly like how Mucus is show to be left to her own devices without having to always bow to Void Knight. So long as he can get a powered up Sporix, she can just mess around and see what happens. Neato. :)

Zayto is unfrozen before Amelia and Ollie take him to the observatory. They sadly report that they couldn’t make out most of it, meaning they can’t relay a message to him. Zayto goes back to base for some time alone before Amelia gets a call from Buzzblast about their live feed going on the fritz. Vipeera takes ASMR to another level by broadcasting her eyes and freezing all of Pine Ridge.

I feel as though there was suppose to be a scene of Jane trying to navigate the city of petrified people with J-Borg trying to keep her from knocking over the living mannequins. It would help that Solon’s cybernetic eyes are unaffected by the stream and keeps Zayto from being frozen again. She then figures out that his pendent is exactly what they need to restore the interstellar communication.

Zayto takes a page from Daredevil and uses the Sonic Key to enhance his hearing while blindfolded, allowing him to even the playing field. Vipeera’s stream is taken offline while Mucus is, as she puts it, outsies. Seriously, I just love how she’s pretty much a far more adorable Scrozzle to Void Knight’s Evox.

Vipeera goes giant after taking plenty of damage just as Amelia and Ollie jump into the fray. Zayto zords up but doesn’t have a giant blindfold for his mech, leaving him back at square zero. Thankfully, the Tricera Blade and Ankylo Hammer Zord rush into the fray just in time with a damn good strategy in mind.

Amelia has her Zord smash up the street so she can levitate the debris with the Hover Dino Key before Ollie reconstructs the street with the Reverse Dino Key onto Vipeera’s eyes in a move straight out of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. Seriously, I hope that we don’t get less of Rangers fighting giant monsters outside their Zords. This is the kind of outside-the-box thinking I love in a fight.

Of course, Dino Fury delivers Megazord after two whole episodes with Amelia suggesting a victory selfie ala Levi Weston. Void Knight attempts to take the dormant Sporix after the damage it absorbed only for the Rangers to beat him to the punch this time. Once again, there’s a real unpredictability to who will snatch the real victory in the end. Something villain fetch-quests before lacked.

Solon restores the message but finds that it’s either encrypted or in a language too advanced after millions of years. She’s also bad at French. Okay. Zayto decides to put out his own message to whoever survived the war on his planet. I’m hoping that this comes into play in the first season finale or the next. A real cavalry moment straight out of Star Wars. Yes, that includes the Sequel Trilogy.

Next time, the trio becomes a five man band at last.

#Power Rangers #power rangers dino fury #dino fury #super sentai #kishiryu sentai ryusoulger #ryusoulger #nick #nickelodeon #nicktoons #hasbro #hasbro studios #allspark pictures #toei #toei company #toei limited

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self-ship-love · 4 years

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I hate to annoy you, but can I request something? Maybe one with a male f/o who runs your standard radio station and reports on news normally, and a male s/i who also has a station, except it's more bizzare (think welcome to nightvale, if you've ever listened) and they listen to each other's shows when they can and low-key flirt on air sometimes? Again, sorry to bother you! ('^w^)

Helllooo,

Absolutely, and never worry about bothering me because I am definitely not annoyed. Sorry, this took a few days, my creative juices failed on me for this one but I have finally come up with something. Hope you enjoy 💖 P.S: thank you for telling me about welcome to night vale, I’m listening to it as I write, so helpful.

“Alright, that’s a wrap guys, I hope you all stay tuned for tomorrow’s podcast. In the meantime, enjoy these sounds that we have compiled together.” The radio host announced over the speaker. It was 10 pm and definitely time to head home, though he really did not feel like leaving just yet. Once the luminescent sign switched to ‘off-air’ he poured himself some black coffee and tuned into another radio station.

“ .. next up.. a creepypasta story called, ‘I don’t experience Thursdays.’ “ said the man on the radio station. This particular station was the host’s favourite to listen to late at night. There were always bizarre and creepy stories shared, some from the listeners, some from the host himself or ones they had found on Reddit. He liked how different the station was, despite the strangeness of it and the fact that some nights he was too freaked out to sleep.

But half of the reason might also be because of the station’s host. They had met briefly at a radio convention, his face was just as soothing as his voice and he was just as cool off-air as he was on. Soon, the host’s voice returned to the airwaves and announced the start of the story. The host listening slurped a mouthful of coffee and leaned back in his chair, thinking that the other man would do well making audible books or some sort of ASMR. He closed his eyes and pictured every graphic image of the story, feeling goosebumps rise on his arms and legs as usual. The story was rather chilling .. chilling but odd.

“.. I hope you liked that creepypasta, you can find more on Reddit... or you could just tune into the station every night, where we’ll be live from 8 pm to 6 am.” The man’s voice boomed, the loudest it would ever be on the show. The other host poured another cup and leaned closer to the radio, wishing he could see inside so he could glimpse his face.

“Before I talk about the next thing, I just want to do a quick shout out,” he informed. The other host smiled and wondered who the lucky person could be.

“Shout out to Fred from Worldwide news!”

The other host almost choked on his coffee. That was his name and his station!

“I’ve only met Fred once but man ... I listen to him almost every day. What a guy, what a station. So, Fred, I hope you’re listening ... otherwise, this would be an embarrassing situation ... “

Fred’s stomach twisted into knots. He felt all kinds of emotions, embarrassment, excitement, surprise ... boy was he surprised. The next day, he decided to give back to the other host and give him a shout out too. He was shaky and anxious as he fumbled with certain dials in front of him, his voice even cracked and wavered with every sentence. Is the other host even tuned in? He gave it a shot.

“Moving on from the afternoon news, I would like to do something that we don’t usually do. So, I was listening to my favourite radio show last night after wrapping up ... and this particular guy mentioned our show so I want t give him a shout out too. Thank you, Tanner, you have no idea how much that meant to me. Your stories are cue bad language, fucking brilliant. I mean, who needs sleep anyway, right?”

Tanner who was indeed listening thought that was incredible and thanked Fred on his own show later that night. Back and forth they mentioned one another on their shows, it became a playful sort of thing, a bit of banter and flirtation. The listeners noticed this and voiced their opinions, somebody called in on Tanner’s show one night and what they said burned Fred’s ears as if he didn’t notice anything odd about their behaviour.

“Can I just say that I ship you and Fred. Like majorly. I’ve never been so hopeful for two people before. I will go down with this ship if I have to.”

Tanner cracked a nervous laugh and squirted water into his mouth from his bottle. “Um .. well.. I don’t mind if you ship us. Hell, even I ship us and I’m sure Fred does too.”

Fred, who had been biting his lip during the conversation, tasted blood on his tongue and reached for his phone. He had an idea, what if they were to one-up their careers and collaborate together? the listeners would probably go bat-shit crazy for that. They’d gained quite a number of new listeners and fans over the space of three weeks. All because of their flirtatious banter and mentions on each other’s shows.

“Oh! speak of the devil,” Tanner cried as Fred’s number came through. “Guys it’s Fred! my buddy!”

“Hello Tanner, my man.” Fred laughed. “I just wanted to add on the whole ship thing..”

“Are you going to invite me on a date?” Tanner interrupted with a cheeky remark. Fred was relieved Tanner couldn’t see his face turn scarlet, he was sure that would deserve a snide comment.

“You wish. I just wanted to offer an idea, which I’m sure the listeners would be excited about.”

“Go on,” said Tanner with interest.

“What are your thoughts on a collab between me and you?”

“Like a podcast collab?”

Fred cleared his throat and scratched away his nervous butterflies that had since filled his stomach. “Yeah, why not?”

“Ooh, I like this. Let’s see what the listeners think. Text or call in your opinions on this idea. We could do a vote, perhaps.”

The lines were hot after that. It seemed like the whole world was texting and calling in their approval. There was absolutely no negative or hateful comments. The idea was a success. In the meantime, Fred just had to learn to work with his nerves around Tanner.

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An Explorer's Guide to the Wonderful World of Visual Novels

Visual novels! Once decried as a “niche” by the masses, they have slowly but surely wormed their way into video games as a whole. Persona became a visual novel, then Fire Emblem. Now Saya no Uta, Gen Urobuchi's disturbing cult “classic” (?!) is available on Steam to stumble upon. There are fewer barriers than ever before to experiencing this varied, historic and often misunderstood medium.

But where to begin? Some visual novels are very long. Others are quite lewd. A number of them (even the ones people love) front-load their most boring material at the beginning, and save the best moments for the last hour of what can be twenty or thirty-hour games. Picking up Saya no Uta without being primed for the extremes of the medium is a recipe for despair. But don't be afraid! Many of the best visual novels being made today are only a few hours long, encompass many approaches and genres, and are acceptable for all ages. In this piece I will lay out a path that you, dear reader, may follow into the thickets. Some things to keep in mind:

1. Every one of the games featured here is legally avaliable in English. If you know Japanese and are willing to spend some money, feel free to experiment on your own!

2. The games featured here range from appropriate for teenagers, to appropriate for mature audiences. Content warnings will be marked as needed. That said, almost none of these games feature the kind of graphic sex you'd see in old-school titles like Fate/Stay Night; the exception is the final title, included for completionism, which is truly sordid and not appropriate for anybody (but I like it).

3. While I've had some experience with the medium, BL and otome games are huge blind spots of mine, so I won't embarrass myself by pretending expertise! If you're interested in exploring those fields, I've heard good things about Code: Realize (get the collector's edition with the extra content!), Hatoful Boyfriend and (if you're OK with some NSFW material) Coming Out on Top.

With that said, let us being our journey!

SHORT AND SWEET:

These games last about two to three hours, but will stick with you longer than that. Don't assume these are “beginner games” simply because they are short! I could argue that collectively, the three titles here are the best on this list.

Butterfly Soup is Brianna Lei's follow-up to her cult success Pom Gets Wi-Fi. It's free! It's also one of the most acclaimed visual novels ever by the mainstream games press, scoring praise from folks like Patricia Hernandez and Steve Gaynor. As for what it's about: it's the story of four girls on their high school softball team, two of them are in love, and there are many funny jokes. I found the ending to be abrupt, but if you're looking for good vibes and some much-needed encouragement to stay true to yourself, I highly recommend this game. Plus it references Matt Mullholland's excellent “My Heart Will Go On” performance, which earns it extra points in my book.

Content warnings: Brief depictions of parental and physical abuse (no visuals!), ableist slurs.

We Know the Devil is “what if Kelly Link wrote Revolutionary Girl Utena?” Plenty of anime and games channel that energy (my beloved What A Beautiful visual novel series among them) but few do so as succinctly and distinctively as Aevee Bee, Mia Schwartz and their team do in this game. The result is a punk, unsettling take on magical girl stories set in a Christian summer camp, featuring sneaky world-building and some striking body horror. You'll feel for the cast and their struggles, and cheer in the True Ending when everything goes completely off the rails.

Content warnings: Psychological and body horror, alienation of queer youth in a religious setting, freaky music.

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EXTREME MEATPUNKS FOREVER is a game about gay antifascist folks fighting fascists across the desert while riding giant robots made of meat. It's the equivalent of a zine you'd pick up at a fair, willing to dive into messy topics most games shy away from and wholly uninterested in sanding away any rough spots. The music is great too! Play this game if you want to beat up Nazis in a giant meat machine called ROOTS AMONG ASH.

Content warnings: Body horror, mentions of self harm and abuse, suicidal ideation, alcohol, gender dysphoria, loss of bodily autonomy, apocalyptic ideation. For mature audiences!

NICE AND MEATY:

These games are a good bit longer, ranging from five to fifteen hours to beat. If you enjoyed the earlier entries and want more, try some of these!

The House in Fata Morgana is a bonafide cult classic, a game made by a small studio that earned itself a legion of die-hard fans in the visual novel space. At first glance it's an entertaining genre pastiche, four tales of doomed love centering around a cursed mansion. But read past the first four chapters, and suddenly the real story comes to the fore—the tale of two ordinary people and a love that lasts for centuries. Fata Morgana takes some huge swings, tackling societal oppression, intersexuality, recovering from past trauma and learning to move on from those who have wronged you without having to forgive them. Its success at landing these swings likely depends on the reader, but I found Fata Morgana's heart to be in the right place. Couple that with one of the best soundtracks in video games, and you have an experience that is worth it even at 0% off.

Content warnings: incest, domestic violence, racist and sexist remarks, psychological manipulation, homophobic and transphobic remarks, sexual assault, child abuse. For mature audiences!

Heart of the Woods is, as of yet, the most ambitious game made by Studio Elan. It's a supernatural mystery where two adult women travel to a small town in the cold and dark to investigate some strange occurrences. What they find leads to unexpected romance, but also incredible danger. Heart of the Woods is sweet, it's funny (Tara is hilarious!) and as has come to be a running theme in this piece, the music is excellent, courtesy of Sarah Mancuso and Kris Flacke. Heart of the Woods is a game made by people who clearly have a lot of affection for visual novels as a medium, but had enough discretion to snip out the bits they weren't fond of. It also comes with a plethora of accessibility options, allowing you to customize everything from the text to the music to your needs.

Content warnings: Parental abuse, alcohol, light horror elements, some sex scenes you can enable with an optional R-18 patch. For mature audiences!

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As for Seabed, it's... yuri ASMR? It's difficult to describe, as the appeal of this one for me isn't so much the story—which is intriguing, but very slow-paced—as it is the feel of it. Everything from the music, to the sound effects, to the text, contributes to a languid feeling unlike every other game in the medium I have played. Seabed won't be for everyone, but few titles match its distinctive atmosphere.

Content warnings: alcohol, partial nudity. At least one sex scene that isn't too explicit by the standards of the medium. For mature audiences!

THE DEEP END:

These games range in length from fifteen hours to fifty... and beyond! If you're looking for the experience your Japanese-speaking friends fell in love with back in the days of fan translations and frantically searching online for information on Type-Moon properties, this is it!

Imagine that you have an idea for a great Japanese TV-drama, but you decide to make it as a visual novel instead. Wanting to produce as authentic an experience as possible, you hire actors and have them act out every scene in your script as you take multiple photographs depicting every twist and turn in the plot. Imagine the sheer amount of time and labor it would require. Then multiply it by five, let the player switch between these narratives with the ease of hitting a button on a gamepad, and tie them together into a vast meta-narrative. That's 428: Shibuya Scramble, one of the most ambitious visual novels ever created and a game that was famously awarded a score of 40 by the Japanese games rag Famitsu. Despite having an enormous and complicated script, it was localized into English just a year ago. Don't miss out on this bizarre and fascinating video game! If you're a fan of the Yakuza series, you'll be right at home with 428's brand of lunacy.

Content warnings: Violence, drugs, alcohol, some bad language.

Umineko: When They Cry is a lot. A gonzo mystery story that starts as a riff on And Then There Were None, it swiftly mutates into a hundred-hour game of four-dimensional chess. It was made by a small team, scored by the music of the gods, and is fully committed throughout to its brand of sentiment, metaphysical rambling and extreme horror. Some might say that Umineko is overwrought, but that is the point: the game is memorable for its excess, not despite of it. If you're looking for a taste of the full VN experience, complete with shocking twists, a weird obsession with trivia and far too many words, this is the most authentic you can find that's appropriate for all audiences. Please play with the original art! It's charming.

Content warnings: Parental abuse, blood and gore, people getting killed and suffering fates worse than death at the hands of witches (???). For mature audiences!

And now we come to [NSFW] Wonderful Everyday, everything your anxious friend told you about visual novels. It's not just that Wonderful Everyday has sex scenes, it's that it takes less time to list what triggering and problematic content is not in the game than what is in it. It references Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus and Cyrano de Bergerac. The game isn't afraid to take huge, unexpected shifts in tone and aesthetic in order to scare or destabilize the player. You might be wondering: why recommend a game like this, which many would find morally abhorrent? All I can say is that Wonderful Everyday is the game that convinced your Japanese-speaking friends to read Wittgenstein. It's a cult classic, a title unavailable in English for years that came with the highest praise imaginable: that it was a profound work of art, that it would change your way of thinking forever. After finally playing through the game two years ago, my feelings were more mixed; but there's no mistaking that few games better personify the visual novel medium's eccentricities, indulgences or shoot-for-the-moon ambition than this shaggy, gross, but fascinating video game.

Content warnings: suicide, psychological and body horror, multiple variants of sexual assault, extreme bullying, extreme violence, bestiality (thankfully cut down for release in the US!), a transgender character who is handled in a pretty specious way. Many graphic sex scenes. For very mature audiences!

There's even more great titles out there that I couldn't fit on this list! The high stakes and interface-shattering plot twists of 999. The countless games being made in engines like Ren'Py, Choice of Games and Twine. South Korean visual novels like Nameless and Mystic Messenger. No matter what kind of person or reader you may be, there is a visual novel out there somewhere for you. I wish you luck in your endless journey of discovery!

Are you a fan of visual novels? Do you have any (safe for work, if possible) recommendations? Please let us know in the comments!

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Brains are weird. I have first-hand experience in this. Weird doesn't always mean bad, however, so occasionally I rummage around the internet trying to figure out if any of the weird things work to my advantage. If you've ever heard of ASMR (Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response), your reaction was likely either, "Hey! It has a name!" or "You people are bizarre." It's a little complicated, but the gist is that it's the exact inverse of that cringe response most people have to nails on a chalkboard: Some sort of stimulus, often but not always auditory, makes you melt into a puddle of goose-pimpled goo. The ASMR community is pretty adamant that it's not sexual, despite the existence of ASMR erotica. (I'm inclined to believe them. I feel like this is less a case of 'the lady doth protest too much' than of just plain ol' Rule 34.) Common triggers include whispering, the rustle of book pages turning, tapping of rain on a hard surface or fingernails on glass, lapping water, hair brushing, and other such quiet ambient noises. Soft, semi-rhythmic noises have been recognized as relaxing since time immemorial; it's why we sing lullabies to babies and put fountains in our public squares. Human brains like things that are patterned, and they like having something to focus on. Random noise like raindrops or the rustle of cloth gives us something to listen to as we search for the recurring cycle of sounds that never quite comes together. It's harmless and helps us block out other stimulus that might make it difficult to sleep. Aside from the fairly straightforward soundscape, another common trigger cited is just someone paying a lot of attention to something. Most seem to enjoy it best when the person is paying particular attention to the listener/viewer, but also reported getting the feeling from watching someone absorbed in another task. This aspect seemed like it might involve some mixture of a flow state and mirror neurons, where watching someone else deep 'in the groove' of some task activates the bits of the brain that help us relate to what other humans are experiencing by imagining what it would feel like to have that experience ourselves. I can see why that would trip a 'reward' feeling of some kind. My brain does plenty of weird things, I thought. Let's see if it does this one! I am so far very disappointed. I was hoping to find someone with a soothing voice, sitting very close to the mic, talking me through the process of getting a spa facial or a full body massage. Sort of a mix of guided meditation and audio drama. Not so much. It turns out that when people say 'personal attention,' it's literally just the interaction they want to simulate. They are fairly indifferent to the topic. I found one video that was dubbed an "ASMR role play" spa day, and I thought Oooh! Spa day! Excellent! Only to discover that it started out not with a pretend aesthetician describing the exfoliation treatment she was about to give the viewer, but with an extensive check-in at the front desk, all done in whispers. I don't know how long it went on, because I got indescribably bored after four or five minutes of it and clicked on something else. It was the exact part of the interaction that any editor worth their salt would scribble a great mess of lines through and tell you to condense it to two sentences max, if not scrub it from the script entirely. In whispers. Foreverrrrrrrr. More useful on the 'sleep aid' front have been the Let's Find Out ASMR and ASMR University podcasts, which feature people with soothing voices droning on and on about something of moderate interest. The former is a channel (also available audio-only via iTunes/Spotify/your favorite podcast app) that covers an eclectic selection of topics, mainly kind of nerdy science and philosophy stuff, and the latter actually covers the history and nature of the ASMR phenomenon. They don't give me any kind of tingles, but they are both reasonably soporific. from Blogger https://ift.tt/2J4nsK3 via IFTTT -------------------- Enjoy my writing? Consider becoming a Patron, subscribing via Kindle, or just toss a little something in my tip jar. Thanks!

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Mostly Air

Heya kids. Another Kit/Ren thing. Might go through some more revision, but I wanted it to get out, since I’ve been sitting on it for months. Standard BtD warnings apply.

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Christopher Kirillovich Shiponikov (his full name; an anchor) doesn’t know what other people think about dissociation. He’s never let anyone know it happens to him—or didn’t, until Ren—and he’s never met anyone else who dissociates. Well. He’s met people who try to do it for some weird kind of fun, with drugs and music and ASMR. What they’re after doesn’t really seem to be what happens to him. He assumes, though, that most people think it’s something like catatonia—just sitting staring at the wall, unresponsive. Dead to the world with your eyes open.

And sometimes that does indeed happen to Kit. He could not count the hours he’s spent curled up in his tent, unmoving. Once he ended up pretty badly dehydrated because he just couldn’t bring himself to get up and drink. He did used to think that was part of his dissociation, but he’s beginning to suspect that’s more of depression thing, a thought he’s tried to resist because he hates the idea of being A Person With Depression. It just seems so maudlin.

Not like he’s ever gonna talk to a professional, of course, so who’s to say, really?

The point is, when Kit dissociates, most people don’t notice. Sometimes even he doesn’t notice until an episode has gone on for a full day. He can make wonderfully weird conversation; he can flirt like some kind of six-foot-plus Hopak-dancing Bond Girl; and he can get dressed and jump out the window in under three minutes in all circumstances that require it. He can do everything he does when he’s not dissociating.

He’s just not… there.

Kit actually prefers his more blatant episodes, the ones where people do see something is wrong. When he stares too long at nothing. When he asks people to repeat sentences they haven’t finished. When someone asks how he’s doing and the only thing he can think of saying is the truth: I don’t know. It’s easy enough to play those off as part of his bizarre schtick. Hey, Tommy Wiseau can get a table at the Palm just by weirding out the staff; the method works.

What Christopher Kirillovich Shiponikov (his full name; an anchor) hates is when he has an episode, and nobody can tell.

He’s pretty sure Ren can’t tell.

Dissociation is often a defense mechanism that starts in childhood. For a totally random example: If one night five armed strangers broke into your house, shot your dad, burned your mother alive in front of you, forced you to eat her heart, and then spent a day burning you with a hot iron, you might start dissociating! It’s funny, really. Like your body tells your soul, Hey pal, no hard feelings if you don’t wanna stick around for this. And it is soul rather than mind; Your mind is stuck down there with the rest of you trying to make sense of things and keep you alive.

But you aren’t there.

Whatever you really are.

His body and mind reacted just as they needed to when Ren took Kit down to the basement and tortured him. When beautiful Ren took Kit down to the basement and tortured him. When Ren with whom Kit had fallen in love took Kit down to the basement and tortured him. When sad, lonely, sweet, smart, gentle Ren, Ren who cheered Kit up when he was sad about stupid things on the internet, who smelled like soap and clean water and who was the only, only, only other fox Kit had ever met after they all died, they all died, they all died, they all died—

--took Kit down to the basement and tortured him. Kit screamed in all the right places. He cowered. He apologized profusely, crying. He said he loved Ren, that he was sorry, he’d just been scared all his life and he never felt safe and his feelings were all fucked up and he loved Ren, he loved him the moment he met him, but he was scared. So scared.

All of that was true.

Understanding dawned on Ren: Kit really was fucked up. And that satisfied him. Kit wasn’t trying to withhold his love at all; he was just twisted up inside. And now, of course, Ren knew a way to fix things. He knew how to get Kit’s real, true feelings out of him. And he’d do it again, and again, and again—

You don’t know that.

Yes I do.

You don’t know what Ren was thinking.

He kept hurting me. Even after I started screaming. It wasn’t just the screams he wanted. He said it has to be like this.

Maybe it won’t happen again.

If someone tortures you once, they’ll do it forever.

I knew what would happen if I was caught.

I let him catch me.

I deserve this.

“Kit?” Ren calls softly. His voice is so lovely. A head raises itself from the couch cushion, and eyes peer in the direction of the voice.

“Christopher Kirillovich Shiponikov,” a mouth says. From far away, Kit screams in frustration. Ren looks a little taken aback, even though he didn’t hear the scream.

“Um… what?”

“Nothing,” Kit hears himself say. Head lies down, eyes close. “S-sorry. I’m—I’m still—”

“Shh…” Ren pads over to the couch. “Everything’s OK.” He smiles more deliberately. He’s trying to be reassuring. “Can I sit next to you? I thought you might be getting a little lonely.”

It then occurs to Kit that he has no idea when, exactly, he got where he is—on Ren’s couch, shrouded in blankets that smell like fancy, environmentally friendly laundry detergent. He gets lost a moment, considering the smell. It smells a little like Ren (but without the blood underneath). Eyes dart upward, watching Ren furtively. Kit doesn’t remember how long ago the basement was. He doesn’t know how long he’s been lying here in Ren’s living room, alone. But he does understand that apparently Ren has been… giving him space.

You know, the kind of thing you do for someone who’s had a bad day.

Bad night.

What even is time.

A mouth says, “Please don’t leave me alone,” and Ren’s smile turns tender. His eyes shine.

“Just—scoot over a little, OK? No, other way—shh, shh... it’s OK, I’m just gonna sit here… and you can put your head down here… that’s right…” All Ren’s movements are slow, careful—telegraphed. He’s treating Kit just the way you’d treat a wounded animal, working to be as unthreatening as possible.

I wish he’d kill me like that. All gentle and sweet while I bleed out. He’d hold me, and pet me, and tell me everything was OK. I’d believe him. It would be like going to sleep again after a bad dream. It would be a nice way to die.

A head has ended up in Ren’s lap. Ren is petting him now, Kit realizes, but not killing him. Ren could. His hands are delicate and warm and soft, but there are claws. Claws just like Kit has. But the funny thing is that even claws can be gentle. Ren scratches gingerly, carding through Kit’s hair. Ren makes a quiet, pleased noise; he must like the way it feels. Kit sighs and shifts his head (like dogs do dogs do that fucking dogs) so that Ren can tell where he really wants to be scratched. Ren laughs a little, and focuses on the spot at the back of Kit’s head just to the side and above the nape of his neck. Kit makes a soft sound in his throat. When Ren withdraws his hand he manages to restrain a noise of disappointment, and then Ren starts petting his ears.

It’s been so, so long (fourteen years) since anyone’s done this for him. He never even let Mei Cai do it, and she was willing. Sometimes he’d try to do it for himself, but of course it’s not the same, and usually made him feel worse. Sometimes even nauseous, if he kept at it. His mom and dad and even his sister used to do it from time to time, when he was sitting in someone’s lap or about to go to sleep. And there was…

A brow furrows.

There was a sound, wasn’t there? A sound that went with it, with the petting. Why would there be a sound? His mind is frustratingly sluggish. Maybe he’s about to go to sleep.

Wait. No.

Fear. Fear is making it hard to think. But it’s detached. In his mind, not his body.

Terror.

Why? The body is safe. The body is comfortable.

What is…

Oh.

The sound.

Kit is… purring.

He’s pressed close to Ren. Ren had stopped a moment, shocked by the noise, but he picked up petting again readily. He’s murmuring something again, but Kit can’t focus, not with his mind, body, nor soul. It hasn’t been so long since Kit last purred; he purred the first night he met Ren, when he got down on his knees and let Ren touch his ears, feel that they were real after Ren had let Kit feel that Ren’s ears were real. When all he knew was happiness and a strange, sweet apprehension.

I knelt to you, Ren.

Was that too much?

Was that not enough?

A sigh slips out of him, and Kit purrs and purrs for Ren. For Ren, whom he loves. For Ren who hurt him. For Ren who will hurt him again, surely. For broken Ren who, shyly, hesitantly, begins to purr back. They are together. They are warm. And they are happy. This is happiness. You can be happy even when you’re in despair. Kit knows this.

Kit doesn’t know how long it lasts.

Kit doesn’t want it to stop.

The fear goes away, and there’s a pleasant numbness.

Kit is lost.

But eventually, Ren moves away a little. Kit makes a scared noise, and Ren makes low, reassuring sounds in response.

“Hey, hey... it’s OK. I’m not going far. I just have to get up to make dinner,” Ren tells him, “Remember? You can eat it here with me, don’t worry. But all you’ve had today is popcorn, right?”

Is that right? Eyes cast around. There’s an empty bowl at one end of the couch, still smelling of butter. Oh. Ren must have brought that to him earlier. He must have eaten.

He forgot.

“Did I…” he hears himself say, “Did... I say thank-you for feeding me?”

“You did,” Ren says, smiling, “Don’t worry. But we’ve gotta get some real food into you, to make you feel better. Popcorn’s tasty, but it’s mostly air.”

Kit gets confused about time again when Ren leaves. He’s not sure how long it took Ren to say that last sentence: ‘Popcorn’s tasty, but it’s mostly air.’

Mostly air.

Like me.

That little voice sounds so flat. It’s hardly even sad. But it rings in his ears, trapped in his head. Mostly air. Like me. I’m mostly air. No anchor. Cut and burned away. Mostly air. I’m mostly air. Not a person. Just a dream. Nothing left. Mostly air.

Can you tell, Ren? Can you tell how much of myself I’ve lost? No. Why would you? It doesn’t show. And maybe… maybe there’s nothing to show. Maybe I never had any self to begin with. Maybe it was all mostly air. Maybe I’d only fooled myself into thinking I was real. Maybe I’m my own bad dream. But will you notice when even that is gone, Ren? When all that’s left is a soft, hollow thing that clings to you and tells you you are loved?

Bet he’d like that, spits a much crueler, nastier voice, Bet he wants that. Bet he’ll be fucking happy. No person, just a good fucking dream.

Mostly air.

But that’s not true. Kit knows it’s not. Ren would be hurt if he understood what had happened. Ren would be sad. Ren would be upset, maybe he’d even regret what he’d done. But only if he could tell, and Kit…

Kit doesn’t think Ren can. He hopes Ren can’t. He wants Ren to be happy. He loves Ren. Maybe all there really is to him is love for Ren. That’s a nice thought.

Kit has forgotten all this by the time Ren comes back, or maybe he forgets it because Ren comes back. He feels a little realer when Ren comes back.

Of course he would.

He’s Ren’s good dream.

Ren helps Kit sit up. He’s set a tray on the coffee table in front of the couch, and he looks so hopeful. He’s arranged an elegant meal: There are strawberries, there’s a little rice, there’s some yakitori, and dipping sauces, and besides all that off to the side is a blood-red dish of raw flesh.

Raw hearts. A mouth smiles.

“Never… never met anybody who liked chicken hearts but me,” Kit says softly. Ren’s smile is bright and beautiful, the sharpness of his teeth soothingly familiar.

“I love chicken hearts! They’re hard to get fresh, but they’re up there with mac & cheese and dango. Ah, I’m so glad you like them too! I thought you might~” He presses a quick kiss to the corner of kit’s mouth. That feels good. Kit blushes a little.

His cuts still sting when he moves the wrong way. His shoulder aches where the nail went in.

“The yakitori is chicken heart, too. I can make something else quick if you want more variety, but I thought it might be fun to decide which we like better~”

“Yes,” Kit hears himself say. He picks a raw chicken heart first, holding it delicately in his claws. He wants to taste blood. He wants it to fill him up. Ren keeps talking, and Kit is sorry, so sorry, but it’s hard to hear him. It’s OK, though. Ren doesn’t mind repeating himself. He’s just so glad to have Kit.

He raises the heart to his teeth, and bites down.

#kit fic #cw: violence #cw: dissociation

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What Does asmr Mean?

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What’s your current relationship status? “im single. i also feel like it would jst be a mess for me to try to date any time soon. i know there’s not necessarily any order to this whole thing, you can still fall in love when ur broken, but i think it would be better for me to at least get SOME portion of my life together first. as much as i hate to admit that :’)” <<<< That’s how I feel about that for myself as well. What do you put on your toast? Butter. What would you say the perfect sandwich is? Turkey, provolone, mayo, and pesto on sourdough bread. Are you currently listening to music? What? No, but I’m listening to an ASMR video. When was your last hug? The other day.

What’s your favorite day of the week? I don’t have one. Do you have a bestfriend? My mom. Do you normally eat breakfast? I have been for the past month. What’s your favorite kind of coffee? I just love coffee. If you could have any superpower, what would you choose? Teleportation. Do you normally wear a watch? I never do. What color is your shirt? Black. Do you have a closet? I do. How has your day been so far? It’s only 1AM, but not so good so far. I’ve had a killer stomachache for some reason. :( Would you ever hug a complete stranger? No. Do you text often? No. What’s your favorite animal? Dogs and giraffes. What color are the walls of the room you’re in? White What’s your favorite holiday? Christmas. Have any plans for any time soon? No. Where was the last place you went out to eat? I didn’t go there, but we had Applebee’s takeout for dinner last night. What was the last thing you said aloud? “Goodnight.” Do you play video games? I haven’t in quite awhile. Not much of a gamer. How do you prefer your mattress: firm or soft? Not too much of either one. I need some firmness for my back, but I don’t want to be sleeping on a rock. How often do you take surveys? A few everyday, typically. Do you like the smell of Sharpies? Noo. It gives me a headache. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? I have a few that stay on my bed. Do you name inanimate objects? I have. What’s your favorite TV show? I have a few. Do you make a wish at 11:11? No. Have you ever blacked out? No. Do you like snow? Yes. Do you prefer hot, warm, or cold weather? Cold. Have you ever been to a concert? Yes, a few. What’s the most bizarre food you’ve ever eaten? Nothing I’d consider “bizarre.” I’m too picky.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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atomic-thomas · 2 years

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(Fake ASMR Commission) Meeting A Girl In Liminal Space

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*running footstep sounds*

"AAAHHH! Oh My God! Who are you?!"

...

"I scared you? You scared me. I've been running around here for an hour & haven't seen any signs of life until now."

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"Sigh... Sorry for freaking out. I'm just really on edge right now. I didn't expect anyone else to be here."

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"That's the thing. I have no idea where we are. We appear to be in a shopping mall, but I'll go through a door & suddenly end up some place completely different. It doesn't make any sense."

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"You're the only person I've seen here. I thought I was completely alone. Honestly, even though you're a total stranger, having company makes me feel more at ease."

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"Oh yeah. I've tried leaving. And it doesn't work. See that exit door right there? I'll show you where it goes."

*door opening sound*

"Nowhere."

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"Crazy, right? It's just a dark black void of nothingness."

*door closing sound*

"So yeah. We're stuck here. We don't even have cell service either. This whole place is a dead zone. Here. I'll whip out my phone & show you."

"What the-... What's this? I don't remember having any paper in my pocket."

*paper sound*

"It says 'Welcome to Liminal Space.'"

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"Yeah, I know what Liminal Space is. It's like... Hmmm... How do I explain it? It's an empty place that's in the past. A place where you feel nostalgia for something you haven't personally seen, but it feels familiar anyway. Something that a 2000s kid would experience growing up. A place you'd see in your dreams."

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"Something like that. It's an incredibly bizarre & complicated thing to define, but at least we're thinking on the same wavelength. Not everyone defines Liminal Space exactly like that, but... I guess it just depends on how you feel about it."

"I have felt strange while moving around this place. It's eerie, creepy, unnerving & yet... I somehow feel... Comfortable. Like I'm on a shopping trip with my mom when I was seven years old. Then I'd wander around, get lost & then she'd have to find me."

"Wow. I just experienced some serious nostalgia. We really are in a Liminal Space."

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"Yeah, I'll keep reading the paper. 'In order to escape this alternate reality, you'll need to experience three powerful surges of nostalgia. Once you do, you'll be allowed to leave. Look around & see what you can find. Good luck.'"

"So that's what this is, huh? Some kind of challenge. I don't know who or what is in charge of this dimension, but... I guess we should get moving."

...

"Yeah, let's go."

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"And this door leads to..."

*door opening sound*

"Hmmm... This appears to be a hotel hallway of some kind."

"What the-... Why am I suddenly soaked?"

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"You are to. We're both dripping with water. Like we just got out of a pool. I can even smell the chlorine."

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"We didn't even touch any water. This place just gets weirder & weirder by the second."

"Alright, let's think. There's definitely a reason why we're drenched. What do hotel hallways & being wet have to do with each other?"

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"Oh yeah. That's true. Most hotels do indeed have swimming pools."

"Hey, the memories are coming back. I remember now. Me & my parents would sometimes take me traveling &... Well, we'd need a hotel to stay at. And I distinctly remember the feeling of being wrapped up in a towel after swimming in the pool. The smell of chlorine, the elevator ride back up to our room. And it all took place in hallways that looked just like this."

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"Yeah. That definitely felt nostalgic. Safe to say that's one point in the bag. Let's search elsewhere."

..........

*door opening sound*

"Woah! An arcade! This is awesome! Do the machines actually work though?"

"Aww... They don't. Then again, nothing has been working in this Liminal Space. Everything is either deactivated or broken. It really is all there just for the optics."

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"Wait, hold on. I see a console & television in the back of the room. And the screen is on. Let's check it out."

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"No way! It's Super Mario 64. Incredible! This game is an entire Liminal Space on it's own."

"And it works. I can actually move Mario around. I haven't held a Nintendo 64 controller in so long. Ah, I feel like a kid again."

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"Yeah, I noticed that we're in front of the infinite staircase with zero stars. But considering the fact this is the original game, nothing is stopping me from doing the legendary BLJ."

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"You know... The backwards long jump. The glitch that sends Mario up stairs at ridiculous speed & causes him to clip through walls."

"Allow me to demonstrate."

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"See? The fact that the staircase is supposed to be infinite before getting 70 stars means nothing if you can just BLJ your way up there."

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"Oh, I'm sure that was enough of a nostalgia trip to get us our 2nd point, but... Can I just beat Bowser before we continue? It's not like we're in a rush to get out of here."

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"Hehe~ Awesome!"

..........

"So... We need to feel nostalgia one more time before we can leave. I'm not sure exactly what will happen, but I guess we'll find out."

"Let's see what's through this door."

*door opening sound*

"A classroom. Looks like it was made for kindergarteners."

"Aww, look at all the cute little chairs. If I tried sitting in one of those now, I'd end up breaking it."

...

"Oh yeah. I remember we'd put our snacks in these little cubby holes. Times were so simple back then."

"It's just crazy to think... We spent so many years in school. Often times, we'd hate it, but... It's so easy to take for granted the things we actually did enjoy. The friends we made, the new things we would've never tried otherwise..."

...

"And the field trips. Can't forget the field trips."

*portal opening sound*

"WOAH! A portal!"

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"We did it. That was our 3rd point. We can leave now."

...

"What? You want to stay here. Why?"

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"You're not done riding the nostalgia train. Are you sure? You might go a bit mad if you stay here for too long. I'll remind that no one else is here. Once I go, you'll be all alone."

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"You want me to stay. Hmmm..."

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"Heh... You know what? Sure. This portal isn't going anywhere. I'll join you to see if we can unlock anymore memories. This strange adventure of ours has been fun. Let's keep going a while longer."

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THE END

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scifigeneration · 6 years

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The blissful and bizarre world of ASMR

by Craig Richard

Watching for the sweet, relaxing brain tingles. skyNext/Shutterstock.com

Have you ever stumbled upon an hourlong online video of someone folding napkins? Or maybe crinkling paper, sorting a thimble collection or pretending to give the viewer an ear exam? They’re called ASMR videos and millions of people love them and consider watching them a fantastic way to relax. Other viewers count them among the strangest things on the internet.

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Cutting soap is a popular subject for ASMR videos.

So are they relaxing or strange? I think they are both, which is why I have been fascinated with trying to understand ASMR for the past five years. In researching my new book “Brain Tingles,” I explored the many mysteries about ASMR as well as best practices for incorporating ASMR into various aspects of life, like parenting, spas and health studios.

What is ASMR?

ASMR is short for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. Enthusiast Jennifer Allen coined the term in 2010. You may also hear this phenomenon called “head orgasms” or “brain tingles.” It’s distinct from the “aesthetic chills” or frisson some people experience when listening to music, for instance.

People watch ASMR videos in hopes of eliciting the response, usually experienced as a deeply relaxing sensation with pleasurable tingles in the head. It can feel like the best massage in the world – but without anyone touching you. Imagine watching an online video while your brain turns into a puddle of bliss.

The actions and sounds in ASMR videos mostly recreate moments in real life that people have discovered spark the feeling. These stimuli are called ASMR triggers. They usually involve receiving personal attention from a caring person. Associated sounds are typically gentle and non-threatening.

Everyday real-life events that stimulate ASMR include receiving positive personal attention from teachers, clinicians, hairdressers, spa employees, family members, or simply having a friend braid your hair and speak softly to you. The combination of the focused attention, soft voice, light touch and being cared for can quickly switch some brains into a deep state of relaxation.

The popularity of ASMR videos demonstrates that simply watching a recording of a kind, gentle person pretending to give you positive personal attention can stimulate this feeling. Even a video of someone’s hands can trigger ASMR – your brain has evolved to read that as a caring person demonstrating a helpful skill or valuable item.

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What does watching someone poke slime activate for you?

What does the science say?

Scroll through the comments on ASMR videos and you’ll find plenty of viewers saying that it helps their anxiety, insomnia, depression and other conditions. These comments are not hard science, but they have motivated researchers to look into ASMR in more detail.

A 2015 study reported that the majority of viewers of ASMR videos watch these videos to relax, deal with stress and fall asleep. Some viewers even felt the videos were helpful to their depression and chronic pain. A 2017 study found a majority of viewers watch the videos to relax and some felt the videos helped their anxiety. A 2018 study reported that ASMR videos helped viewers feel more calm, less stressed and less sad, and the participants were so relaxed that their heart rates slowed down in the researchers’ lab.

No one’s sure what percent of the population can experience ASMR, but there may be an associated personality type. Research suggests that being open to new experiences is a personality trait more commonly found in those who experience ASMR than in those who don’t. A 2016 study found differences between the brain connections of those who experience ASMR and those who don’t. But participants weren’t being scanned as they experienced ASMR, so brain activity during the response was still a mystery.

In a recently published study, my co-authors and I reported what happened in the brains of 10 volunteers while they experienced ASMR. We asked participants to lie still and watch their favorite ASMR videos while inside a functional magnetic resonance imaging scanner.

When people were experiencing that ASMR tingling, certain areas of the brain were more active: most notably the medial prefrontal cortex and nucleus accumbens. Interestingly, these brain regions are also active when people, and other mammals, interact with each other in positive ways, like during parenting or grooming behaviors. ASMR videos may be tapping into our natural ability to be soothed by the sights and sounds our brains associate with caring individuals.

Can ASMR be experienced without the stimulus of another person? Some people do report being able to stimulate ASMR in themselves by clearing their minds, focusing on themselves, focusing on loved ones or thinking about ASMR triggers. The process and result may be similar to meditation, mindfulness, or even the calmness reported with praying and religious experiences. The brain regions active during a religious experience in some individuals are similar to those we saw activated during ASMR.

Intentionally harnessing the triggers

Can you help someone feel as safe as a baby basking in its mother’s attention? kevin liang/Unsplash, CC BY

ASMR triggers can be used on a person-to-person level to directly soothe the people in our lives. Intentionally using whispering, light touch and positive personal attention to bring on the brain tingles can be helpful for lulling a child to sleep, soothing a stressed family member, or relaxing a friend or romantic partner. ASMR relaxation techniques could also be incorporated into spas, health studios, wellness centers and counseling sessions. I wrote the book “Brain Tingles” as a how-to guide to help people create these person-to-person moments of deep bliss.

The more we understand ASMR then the better it can be used in a helpful way – and there is still a lot to be learned. It’s not yet known why just some individuals experience ASMR, what neurotransmitters and hormones are involved in ASMR, or how the effectiveness of ASMR compares to other current clinical treatments for anxiety, insomnia and depression.

Figuring out more about the biology and benefits of ASMR should make the world a calmer place.

About The Author:

Craig Richard is Professor of Biopharmaceutical Sciences at Shenandoah University.

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license.

#science #psychology #ASMR #Neuroscience

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Since it’s such a tough time to come up with new, fresh questions, I will pose questions I’ve found through lists online. Let’s go! Which fictional character would be the most boring to meet?:I don\'t know really Which body part would you not mind losing?:I would mind losing them all What common saying people use is absolute BS to you?:I don\'t know What is the most interesting thing you’ve read or seen this week?:Nothing What’s the most useless talent you have?:None! What’s something everyone looks stupid doing?:The ASMR videos. I don't see the point other than it makes my ears bleed Which kids’ movie scarred you for life?:None In one sentence, how would you sum up Internet?:Too many think it's the only way to make money now What would be the most ridiculous thing for the government to make illegal?:I don't know What’s the weirdest thing a guest has done in your home?:Nothing How many friends do you have on social media and how many of them do you...: ...know for real?:I have a lot If Mars was livable, would you accept a one-way ticket there?:No What fact amazes you every time you think of it?:Nothing I can think of What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?:Probably the time I got a ticket to go see Sal literally a few hours before his show What skill or craft would you like to master?:Better at my standup What separates true friends from acquaintances?:trust and how much you can trust them Where do you find meaning in your life?:Everywhere What has taken up too much of your life?:giving people more than enough chances after they hurt me What is in your fridge right now?:stuff Where do you not mind waiting?:I hate waiting anywhere LOL Is there an app you hate to use, but still use every day?:No Who is the funniest person you know?:Sal :) and my friend Ray What is something you refuse to share?:drinks What three words describe you best?:smart, kind, helpful What makes you think you’re smart?:I just am Who inspires you?:Sal Do you aspire to be like somebody else? If so, who?:I would love for my comedy to be as funny as Sal's How did you meet your best friend?:I have quite a few and met them all different times and palces Which one of your accomplishments are you the most proud of?:Doing my first standup open mic What’s something you’re dying to tell but no survey ever asks about?:Nothing What”s the strangest thing you ever did as a child?:No idea Is there anything you do to reduce stress?:Just try my best to relax What makes you feel afraid?:depends What did your mother teach you?:How to follow my dreams What did your father teach you?:he did try to teach me how to ride a bike and how to swim. I didn't do well in either HAHA What makes you feel powerful?:I don't know What are you ready to let go?:a certain someone who I need to not think of Are you eco-conscious? If so, how?:Yes. I recyle What’s your 90s jam?:I Want It That Way What is your most bizarre dealbreaker?:Nothing bizzare Would you rather be hated or forgotten?:Neither What’s the biggest personal change you’ve made?:I don't know really What are some of your short-term goals?:Finish this novel soon that I'm writing for a client What’s your philosophy in life?:No idea really What is the weirdest thing about you?:I don't know How do you define beauty?:It's just how you are in the inside Are you health conscious? If so, how?:ehhh I try to be What’s your day-to-day mantra?:live it to the fullest How do you wish to be remembered?:I don't know. I don't think of this stuff

#surveys

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meghernandez · 6 years

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Couple’s Tag!

So, my boyfriend visited me today in my house, as I don’t have much to do anyway as I’ll have my long weekend. We just finished playing Y8 and got tired of it and I suggested to feature him here on my blog by making the “couple’s challenge/tag”. We saw this post randomly and decided to answer it here on my blog. It’s like killing two birds with one stone because I wanted to save up on some posts and we also wanted to kill time.

We did this by opening two tumblr tabs in my browser and then looking at it together. We answered the questions seperately and privately and compared the answers. It was so fun, so I hope you find this fun, as well!!

Where and when did we first meet?

Karlo: I remembered the first time I saw Meg, it was in Evia. She invited me to meet her at Serenitea and things went on from there.

Meg: If my memory doesn’t fail me, and I know this sounds bizarre because to be technical we knew each other from a common friend through Facebook. So, we first me when The Maze Runner was still in cinemas.

Where was our first date? (As an official couple)

Karlo: We had our first date in Luneta Park and Nayong Pilipino. Old school yet one of the best.

Meg: When we went out from my condo (during my NMAT review days) and traveled all the way to this random park and Rizal Park which thinking about it now makes me feel nostalgic of how amazing that date way even if it was so simple.

WE WERE BOTH WRONG!! Hahaha! Even if we had the same answer, the first real date as an official couple was last July 9, 2016 and we watched a movie back in the South. But still, it’s the thought that counts, right? We had the same memory of what our first date, and it surprised us both!!

What was your first impression of me?

Karlo: The first time Meg was introduced to my tropa, all I can think about is that I have no chance of even talking to this girl. She was the “Diyosa” of their school and there’s no way she’d even notice me. ------LOOOL

Meg: My first impression of Karlo was he is too kind to be someone that I’d consider more than a friend. We stayed friends for a really, really long time. So, I never thought wed actually end up together. My first impression of him was he was the real definition of TDH- tall, dark, and humble hahaha. Joking aside, I really saw him as too kind for his looks.

When did you meet my family?

Karlo: I remember meeting Meg’s whole family when her dad just arrived from Qatar. At that time, tito doesn’t have an idea that we were already together. Both of us, admitted to him and things worked out just fine. They invited me to have dinner with them at Shakey’s, Evia. Turns out, we had a wonderful evening full of questions to each other. More of like the “getting to know my daughter’s boyfriend” stage.

Meg: I first met his family when he asked me to come over for lunch. I was so scared that time that I even asked my mom for advice on what decent clothes to wear, as well as how I should act around them. I was so happy that time, I remember, because my previous boyfriend never introduced me to anyone in his family. Definitely a day to remember, my memory wouldn’t fail me this time.

Who said “I love you” first?

Karlo: This is quite doubtful, but I guess it should be the guy. So, me. HAHAHAHA----just kidding. I was crazy in love with her so no doubt that it was me who said “I love you” first.

Meg: Do we really have to answer this, obviously it’s him!!!! He’s crazy about me since the beginning HAHAHAHA

What I often do in my free times?

Karlo: Meg always spend her free time just watching videos. From doggos, to fashion, ASMR, baking, etc. But of course, while enjoying these clips, there’s always a “Karlo” at the other end of the call. --- 100%

Meg: SLEEP!!!!! If he could sleep in the office, I honestly think he would. But now he’s been keeping himself busy (at least he tries to) by watching dampa videos on YouTube. Although, this morning, he mentioned he wouldn’t sleep anymore because he’ll play DOTA. Still, I highly doubt it. I think he should reconsider and divert his energy somewhere else productive.

Do I have any weird obsessions?

Karlo: Not to call it weird but she has phases of being obsessed to something. From Hello Kitties, to K-Drama, K-POP, Shopee products, make up, “Anik-anik”, etc.

Meg: I’ll make this straight to the point, anything related to basketball, ANYTHING!! From NBA to PBA (anything under the sun of the basket), jackets, LeBron James, potential-next-LBJ, and basketball.

Nicknames for each other?

Karlo: Babybebebabebabibabsilovemahal --- KULANG!!!

Meg: Babe, baby, mahal, babi, beb, babsi, love, bebi, lubdub, hubby, honey, and anything that’s cheesy. I know it’s so many but what we call each other depends on our mood.

What do we argue about the most?

Karlo: No brainer. Everytime single time I fall asleep. She tends to feel that I don’t give an effort on staying up late. Little did she know that my bed time before was 8:30pm. But now, it’s 10-11PM! Now that’s effort. (Btw, she sleeps around 1am-4am)

Meg: I have to be honest, there are a lot of things that could set me off immediately. I just have those days where I can’t be bothered, or days that I’m just too clingy. I get annoyed at the little things like him not replying immediately after ranting about random things (yes, even in real life), or even when he doesn’t take my side on things. But the thing that we argue most about is him falling asleep SO EARLY without even saying good night!! Hmph. Plus, he always makes an argument that 10PM is already considered as “staying up late” but for me it’s beyond 12AM, right?!

#karlo #random

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fearprincess · 5 years

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The Peeps || Entry 3 || Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

Okay, so, I haven’t met everyone here so far, but with how long we’re probably gonna be stuck here, I’m definitely going to. But for now, I’m just gonna record everyone I know of so far and general impressions of them.

Atsu Mozuna - SHSL Vending Machine Placement Scout

I mean, damn, what a talent. Didn’t even know they had stuff like that, but it seems important. Probably a lot of research has to go into it, you know, like what areas have the most traffic and how hungry or thirsty people are likely to be there. And an idea of what other food or drink options are nearby. Yeah, seems like hard work. I think I’d be bored by it though. Personally, I don’t really know her that well, but it’s hard not to notice her with how much that black bird has it out for her.

Making anyone sleep out on the cold, dusty floor is beyond cruel and I have no idea why Atsu’s getting tortured so much out of everyone, but I sure hope her luck turns around soon. That kind of life is tough to lead.

Hisanobu Fubuki - SHSL Pastry Chef

He’s, ah...he’s really nice, actually. I haven’t gotten to taste his food at all, but I’d definitely like to. I don’t know, it’s just...ack, he’s way too forward! I KNOW he’s not flirting with me, but my little rat brain keeps freaking out every time he so much as calls me ‘dear.’ Seriously, what’s up with that? How can I interpret that any other way? I want to tell him to stop, but I just...can’t. I don’t want to upset him and I definitely don’t want him to hate me either.

If anything, I think I want to be friends with him, but how’s that gonna happen if he keeps up calling me that and my little rat brain keeps freaking me out and making me all flustered and embarrassed. Seriously! If anything’s embarrassing, it’s how embarrassed I get at literally nothing!

Elliot Morgan - SHSL Bartender

He’s...complicated. He’s like one of those tragic heroes, you know, the really nice ones who’ve also been through some shit. Maybe I wouldn’t feel this way if I hadn’t seen that secret of his, but it’s hard not to feel a little sorry for him all things considered. He’s...suffered a lot, clearly, and it makes me even more sad that he doesn’t seem to have much passion in life. I really just kinda wanna make it better, but I know I can’t.

I just hope that the two of us can become friends someday. I really just want to see him truly happy.

Rune - SHSL TCG Player

To put it simply...this guy is seriously off the rails weird. Don’t get me wrong, he’s nice and definitely a good guy, but he’s definitely delusional. He keeps talking about the fact that he’s a protagonist and stuff. Seriously, he’s even doing poses! Poses, like he’s trying to be cool for some unseen camera! Look, I’m not gonna judge, since I know everyone copes differently and he’s out here living his best life, but I don’t think I’m gonna be getting over just how...bizarre this is any time soon.

Also, who taught this guy that menacingly approaching girls with a fist was a good idea?

Diantha Enberg - SHSL Speed Skater

She seems nice! I was a little intimidated at first, but I think I’m warming up to her. It’s just...uncomfortable, because she doesn’t emote, like at all. I have no earthly clue what’s going on in her head at any time and I guess that scares me. All I can think about is that she secretly hates me and every time we talk she’s hoping I’ll just finally go away. I know that’s not true, but I can’t even help it. I just hope she doesn’t notice. I’ll get over it with time. Hopefully.

B.B. - SHSL ASMR Chef

I don’t like ASMR, but BB seems really nice. I feel bad that I can’t communicate with them properly, so I’ve really gotta work on some sign language to make things way easier on them. Other than that, they’re sweet! They complimented my dress! I get the feeling a lot of people don’t really understand it, but BB at least tried so they’re way ahead some of the others.

Also haven’t tried their food yet, but I sure want to! My mouth is watering at the thought.

Flerida Beumont - SHSL Illustrator

She...sort of reminds me of myself, but like a more confident, cooler, and overall better version. She’s sort of how I wish I could act all the time, all strong and badass, but I just...ugh. I haven’t talked to her that much, but I really want to get to know her better. Her art work is amazing and I think she’ll actually understand what I do. How could I pass this kind of offer up?

Rikka Tsurugane - SHSL Vaper

I don’t really know anything about him except that he’s my roommate and that he vapes. And that I really, really hope he doesn’t do it near me. Ever.

Tatsu Ito - SHSL Urban Legend

Hoo boy, there’s a lot to unpack here. She seems, like, emotionally stunted or something and keeps trying to avoid the truth. I’d almost get it, but her coping methods are pretty immature, not to mention dangerous. I mean, come on? Messing with the lights? What’s gonna happen if you electrocute yourself? Or give someone a panic attack from fear? I just think Tatsu’s issue is she never really stops to think. I’m never going to be able to stop worrying about her doing something stupid while we’re here.

Annnd that’s about it. I’ve seen some of the others in passing, but not enough to really discuss them yet. Hopefully, more soon.

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