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keekeenuggets · 2 months

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RadioStatic Week, Day 2: Vintage / Modern

We were writing this for other reasons, but then realized it happens to fit the prompt for today, so... figured we'd post it. We probably don't have the energy to participate in a lot of the days for this week, but we're excited to see more of what other people create, regardless!

Summary: A year into Alastor's disappearance, Vox makes one last attempt to reach out to the demon -- he hosts a radio broadcast.

Title: Old-Timey

Day three hundred and sixty-five since the last time Vox had heard from Alastor. Not that he'd been keeping track. He only had the date memorized, of course, and he just happened to look at the calendar and notice how many days had passed. Just like he did every day. It was part of his daily routine, not that he would ever admit it. It just so happened that he had a calendar posted on his door, which he looked at every day before exiting his room. Of course he'd look, because how would he not look at before leaving his room? It only made sense.

But as much as he didn't want to admit it, he'd started actually growing concerned for the old prick. An extermination had passed, not too long ago, and Vox wanted some kind of confirmation that Alastor was still alive. Even more, he wanted to know that his old friend cared, but he knew that was asking too much.

Still, he had an idea. He had the right equipment for it. Though radio broadcasts weren't his thing, what if...? It was a long shot, but if anything would catch the Radio Demon's attention enough to get a response, it would be Vox, the modern television overlord, going live on the air an old-timey piece of junk.

He wouldn't abandon his TV equipment, of course. He'd simply both avenues at once. Talk about the Radio Demon's mysterious disappearance, perhaps. It was as interesting as any news segment that bitch Katie Killjoy could come up with. Most of her shit consisted of boring, desperate grabs for views. At least Voxtek could come up with things that garnered actual interest. The hypnotism didn't hurt, either.

"... And three. Two. One. Going live!"

Travis, the studio director who bounced back and forth between shooting for Vox's segments and Val's pornography happened to be in charge of cameras, that day. He was mediocre at the radio tech, but they managed. And with the push of a few buttons, he saw the green light that let him know he was live not only on the television, but also on the more traditional radio waves. The perfect venue for grabbing the attention of all citizens of hell. Not only the most up-to-date ones.

"Annnnd good day, fine sinners!" Vox grinned into the camera, his hands folded in front of him. "Today's broadcast is brought to you by Voxtek. Trust *us* with your news." His eye sent out waves of persuasion, for only a moment. Today, he was all about the audio. And no one, not even -- or especially not -- Alastor, would be able to hear the hypnotic frequencies. He had to rely on his charm and showmanship, today. But that was not a problem.

He cleared his throat. "I come live to you in a rather unique format. Yes, this time, I'm broadcasting over the radio, too. A little bit of traditional medium for old time's sake, right? It doesn't hurt, every once in a while." He laughed, to himself. Then he continued. "Now, we've got a special topic this morning, and it's the reason I've decided on this dual transmission. As some of you may be aware, the Radio Demon hasn't been around in quite some time." Speaking the words gave them a truth he didn't want to think about, but Vox kept the grin plastered on his face like his life depended on it. He refused to slip up. "In fact, it's been an entire year since his last reported sighting!" Not that he had checked every social media platform in case of any mention of the Radio Demon.

Except that was exactly what he'd done. And as the overlord of technology, he'd been able to keep an eye on cameras and through screens all throughout the Pentagram. Sure enough, Alastor was nowhere to be seen. That is, nowhere that modern technology had any reach, at the very least. He still didn't want to believe him to be dead, but the fact Alastor would work so hard to avoid any detection or communication with Vox was also infuriating. As if had never meant anything to the other overlord. Maybe he hadn't. But he didn't need to think about that.

"Now, there has been some speculation on where he's been. Having a nice vacay off-the-grid, entrapped by another, more powerful, overlord..." The last one didn't seem likely -- or at least had been a possibility Vox feared the thought of. The Radio Demon was already quite powerful to begin with. "Some even speculate that the demon might not be among us any longer at all!" That would be much worse, of course.

"But hey, maybe there are some upsides to this change of pace, am I right?" He said this only because he knew that if anything would get a response from Alastor, it would be demeaning his choice form of expression. "I mean, radio is so outdated. It's about time we give Hell a more modern entertainment makeover. And sure, as I said, radio can be fun every once in a while, but who wants to rely on only barely audible sources of pleasure? With no visuals?" He laughed. "Please. That's so old school. And we've got much better means of enjoyment, nowadays."

He paused. Half-expecting the Radio Demon to interrupt his broadcast. Such a thing certainly wasn't unheard of before. Alastor enjoyed displacing mediocre radio hosts. And though Vox was confident in his ability to entertain, he knew that his old thought of himself as superior. Maybe he was right; maybe he was wrong. Regardless, it was his opinion that made the difference, and yet, Vox's program remained uninterrupted. It was almost disappointing.

So Vox continued, sharing some of the theories and speculation he'd found online about Alastor's disappearance. All found while searching for any signs of him being spotted anywhere. Stories were all kept anonymous, and there were a few ideas he made up himself. But no one needed to know that. The viewers, the listeners, they were just there for the entertainment and fun. Most of them didn't care about what was genuine or not, so long as it was enthralling, and technically, Vox wasn't lying about anything -- only pretending that the speculator of some of the rumors wasn't himself.

The segment Vox had planned out was only about an hour long, and as the top of the hour began rapidly approaching, he started to feel more restless and agitated. It became clear that Alastor really wasn't listening. Or at least, wasn't planning on showing it. Responding at all. What an ass. A year of absolutely no contact after an argument-induced battle, no way of even knowing how he could possibly contact his old friend, and all after Vox had dared ask Alastor to join him in expanding the medium he worked with? As if it was such a major offense. At least Valentino and Velvette supported him, even though they didn't seem to understand, either. They didn't understand the joy of broadcasting, not in the same way Alastor had. They'd had that in common, and he still had been too stubborn to stray from radio, even a little bit.

"Well, that about wraps it up for this broadcast," Vox chimed as happily as he could muster. The viewers, he knew, didn't care whether the grin was genuine or forced, and most didn't know it was the latter anyway. "We'll be back later for some more daily news. In the meantime, I leave you with this ad from our sponsor. And don't forget: You can always trust us, Voxtek, with your entertainment."

As soon as the cameras shut off, Vox's smile faltered, but he plastered it right back on when Travis came up to him.

"We're done here, right?" He asked. "'Cause Val's expecting me down at his studio for a shoot. The rest of the camera crew can handle the afternoon broadcast for you."

"Yeah, yeah," Vox waved him off. "Go help Val. He won't let me hear the end of it, if I keep you." It was good news, though, if Valentino was going to be busy with a shoot. He knew Velvette had her work, too. And he just wanted to be alone.

He retreated to his room and sat surrounded by his screens, all connected to cameras and tech across town. City-wide surveillance. Vox flipped through different feeds absent-mindedly. As always, in the back of his mind, he was searching for one specific person. But he should have known, by now, it was pointless.

What if something really had happened to him? Vox shook his head, sighing at the thought. No. Alastor was too tough for that. He was the Radio Demon. No, it seemed more plausible that he was simply avoiding Vox. Avoiding all detection. How, Vox wasn't sure. Strange that he could disappear so effectively. But, of course, if anyone could do such a thing, it would be Alastor. For whatever his reasons, Alastor knew how to remove himself from the public view if he needed to. That was their thing, of course, media and coverage of different sorts. Vox figured he, too, could avoid being detected, if he'd wished.

Vox sighed. It was time to just admit what he didn't want to before. Whatever he had with Alastor before, if he ever had anything at all -- it was over. Truly. By this point? Any hope of having it back was futile.

The aching became rage, like a protective shield. Rage, bitterness, was easier to handle. It meant he wasn't being hurt, but that he was the one in control. He was the one that would do the hurting, if it ever came down to it. If he ever saw Alastor again. That had been one thing he'd learned from the Radio Demon. Always find a way to keep the upper hand.

With his control over technology, now, he would. And someday, Alastor would see what he left behind.

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allyriadayne · 3 months

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What are your thoughts on Alicole?

hii to be honest with you i don't think much about them because while i like the lady/knight trope and the deconstruction of the knight role in asoiaf i generally don't find alicole that interesting compared to other dynamics or even others with alicent in it. i can see where the shippers come from and why it could be interesting but to me alicole doesn't offer anything to alicent bc the brunt of the ship rests, in what i've seen, in the more interesting bits of criston as lancelot etc etc which is fine! but it doesn't go beyond the aesthetic and visual appeal of lady and knight. in any case much of what i think about the ship is summarized here. thanks for the question :)

#ask #Anonymous #ugh i need to tag this for organization on my blog but this might be considered '''anti''' and i will die before that #anywayyy i have a general distrust of criston since the driftmark ep i don't think he's all in for alicent which is funny considering #i like larycent but it's a different dynamic and i think ultimately criston is more uncontrollable than larys #idk! i also think that while alicent finds him pretty and useful she doesn't find him interesting #alicent hightower #criston cole

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beatcroc · 28 days

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i think tdov is technically passed by now but i realized i never posted the doombox shirt so here is the doombox shirt

#technically for my own purposes i identify as Just Enby and not trans but like umbrella label w/e #can u believe theres still official lethal league merch in 2024. i cant believe i never got anything for this game before #INSANELY lucky break doombox has anything he doesn't feel like a conventional pick for this. also lucky this design is so sick #especially since the only other things on there were a sparse few pins. not even latch had one. not even CANDYMAN had one.#i wouldve been happy with like sonata but the art for hers is kinda mid. but i didnt have to settle at all actually bc DOOMBOX SHIRT!!!!#poking around in older dev blogs and seeing they used to have this sick one that looked like an actual baseball jersey w/ everyone's logos #long out of print by now of course. wails. but hey #i just wonder what other stuff they used to have..........#bweeeaaahh

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stillcominback · 9 months

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𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚃'𝚂 𝙸𝙽: as a lot of you may know by know [ if you've caught any of my previous posts about it ], i'm moving with my parents back to california from texas -- where i've been for about 30 years -- because overall? it'll be good for me. i'm sick of texas for the most part, i literally can't afford to live on my own [ and honestly? i like being near my parents and would just have more security and better quality of life in CA ], and i just think sometimes a change is good!

i've been waiting to see if my job will let me keep my job [ and continue to pay me dirt, even! ] ... all i was asking is that i can live in california and work remote. well, the owner has decided he will not allow me to do that. is there a good reason? in my opinion: no. he's framing it [ in his conservative white man rich business owner brain ] that I'M the one making the choice to move because i could apparently just as easily stay in texas and get my own place etc etc etc. so it's on me! unfortunately, it's just not that simple, but i guess from a guy who runs a family business and has multiple homes, it's just hard to really grasp that concept.

i'm literally so furious and so heartbroken at the same time. i know it's not the best company, and yeah i guess, we can say this is for the best in the end? but that doesn't make it hurt less. i've been there for almost 11 fucking years. my ENTIRE career out of college. through ups and downs, i was always working my ass off and being a great employee ... shining reviews and reputation with literally everyone. it just hurts that that ultimately means nothing when i'm finally asking for something in return. i take the poverty wages, take the working in the office when i hate it for the most part, i've taken having to hear misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, every-phobic thing over the years ... then i ask for ONE thing in 11 years [ that's literally not even a big ask ] and it's a ✨no✨.

i feel so lost. like i don't even know how to be without this job, and as much as people tell me YOU'RE SO TALENTED! YOU'RE SO GREAT! YOU'LL FIND SOMETHING SOOOO MUCH BETTER! i wanna believe it, but my brain just ... doesn't. maybe it's imposter syndrome or just how fucking down on myself i feel right now. i still appreciate it because i literally don't know what i would do without my friends and family's support right now like ... even if i can't see it for myself, it means the literal world to me.

plus sides [ i guess ]: i should be able to keep my laptop [ but i'll lose adobe cc so ... i may need some recs or help on how to at least get photoshop cause idk how i'll carry on without it lmao ]; my manager who is a literal saint and one of the best people i know [ she actually pissed the owner off going to the mat for me lmao "he doesn't like to be questioned" ... insert the biggest eye-roll of my life ] ... but she said she would help me with literally everything from linkedin to my resume to a portfolio, and i know that'll be like everything to me while i just .... try to navigate all of this ON TOP OF trying to move.

ALSO: i think i can work until i leave, if that's what i want to do ... i'm still trying to figure all of this out because honestly? even though it's not much? i need the money. but then i'm also like i don't wanna do the owner any favors by having me work while they maybe start putting out feelers to replace me, yknow? BUT THEN AGAIN, i'm hurting my boss more than him [ and that's the twisted, frustrated thing about all of this ... it hurts us way more than it does anything to him but he still gets to make the choice for us ]. SO! i dunno! i may just use all my PTO and see how far that gets me lmao but i feel like at the end of the day, i have to look out for myself and maybe just trying to pull in as many paychecks as i can [ since we also don't have a hard 'we're moving!' date at the moment ] is the best idea ... even if the idea of going into the office and acting normal like literally makes me so ... 😤 but i dunno! my brain is a mess! afjhksdfda

SO YEAH. i just wanted to update you guys because i do consider you friends. whether we talk a little or a lot, i appreciate all of you so much and just wanted to keep folks in the loop with where my life and my head's at right now. not the best but ... just trying to keep it moving. honestly nooooo clue when writing is gonna happen here again??? i do miss / enjoy the distraction of plotting and talking about all this stuff so don't be shy, i just don't know when i'll have the time or capacity to just write here [ maybe once we move and stuff settles a little bit? ] -- but yeah, in the meantime, please come chat with me, let's plot dynamics and all that shit because it still makes me so happy and lets me take my mind on a little vacation lmao love you all, truly! ❤️

#** reblogging on some of my blogs to pass it around but! applies across the board: you can find most of my blogs in my pinned post here! **#been on and off crying since like 4PM yesterday so it's been a ride lemme tell ya!#nothing like feeling like you wasted over a decade of your life at a job that never really cared about you #like MY boss does but stupidly she doesn't get to make all the decisions for HER own team #even though the owner is barely present and doesn't really know anything about us or the day to day so ... very cool of him #to make big decisions that can hurt a lot of people (and don't affect him one bit either way)#he just really doesn't seem to give a shit at all that it makes our lives so much harder for NO reason #it's just that he literally doesn't “like” remote working and doesn't want to set some kind of company-wide precedent #even tho i'm like moving isn't THAT easy lmao people aren't all just gonna mass exodus out my guy #(also we have a C-level employee who lives / works from new york but ... apparently that's SUUUUPER different because she lived there when #she was hired ........ *stares into camera*)#anyway!!! i'm just really frustrated and hurt and fucking terrified #and i appreciate literally anyone who bothered to read all this! lmao #i'll be around on mobile as per usual ❤️❤️❤️#00. // OUT OF AMMO ( OOC POST. )

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sysig · 10 months

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Just thinking about @10yrsy’s Things, y’know, casually (Patreon)

#Doodles #IZ #I know Things is long dead but I've been feeling rather nostalgic lately #Man let alone Irkens when was the last time I doodled a Latrodectus haha - and 10's style of antenna! It's all quite nostalgic #I'll try not to get Too sappy but it's hard when I was so inspired by Things! It had a big impact on me #Without exaggeration Things helped shape the trajectory of my life for quite a while - it's interesting to think about artistic influences #But gosh heck I don't think I've doodled anything of any of them since the song contest all those years ago lol #I like to think I've improved a bit since then lol ♪ Though the medium is quite different haha #Finally drew Nid! Only took a Very long time lolol #I do remember having doodled some Extreme roughs for a comic concept ages and ages ago but that's really all I remember lol #Maybe hunting down those old notebooks sometime would be fun haha #ANYway lol - enough reminiscing! There's all this current silliness!#Snarp was my favourite back in the day and I still like him a lot haha #He's a prickly little so-and-so! A cute and spicy lad! Always a fun ♪#If ''little meow meow'' had existed as a term back then I would've used it for him lol he deserves it #It really is about the [unforgivable nature] paired with [unconditional love] hhh their friendship is still really cute <3 #Myk! He's always had the most gorgeous design <3 His eyes! My word!#Beauty like that really doesn't age - I was always a fan of the close up of his eye and his skin texture ahh #Probably no one remembers this blog's original icon but hmm ♪ Inspiration down many many avenues haha #Hopefully I did his eyes justice with my limited traditional palette haha #Had to show off his muscles a little too <3 Those gloves man he's just a pretty dude!#I did a bit of editing magic with Nid so if his eyeline doesn't quite match up just sshhhshshshh it's fine lol ♪#Who's saying which and who's gasping hmmm who knows it's a mystery hehe #And ending off with those two again <3 It's their dynamic I swear I just jdslfdsf it gets me bad lol #Squish him hold him (gently (maybe not that gently)) haha

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todayisafridaynight · 5 months

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sometimes my ass feels goofy bout my sawashiro photocard holder but my eldest sister just got here and she has a new photocard holder with her new anime boyf on it and yk what Very Comforting to know we're losers together

#snap chats #the mental illness of my 20-somn ass having a photocard of a late-30's bitch while her 30-somn ass havin a photocard of a 20-somn bitch LOL #she's never had a photocard. not since last time i saw her lmao timing funny as hell #she my biggest enabler for being a dweeb tbh. which is ironic cause she used to bully me for my interests #i mean she prob still would if i talked to her bout it but she's toned down like .2%#i'd never show her my sawa photocard cause The Bullying that would ensue but its good to know. being a loser is genetic HAHA #even if we're the farthest apart in age we're weirdly similar when it comes to how we interact with media #in that we're insane HAHAHA #i never really talk to her bout fandom stuff but sometimes she'll talk bout what anime or kdrama she's into #and i'll just be like 'ok cool. this is what i sound like to my brother'#its kinda sad cause her husband's like A Normal Southern Guy so he kinda bullies her bout her interests #but she's stubborn it doesn't get her down for too long #ok bye lemme stop blogging in the middle of my kitchen where everyone walking aaaAAAAHHHH

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mrs-gauche · 1 year

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In response to this post (because tumblr still doesn’t let you add audio in a reblog! 😒)

Fun fact: Apparently, some of the male romance lines made it so far in development that they even got a voice over in the German and French version, too! And since I just so happened to find this audio clip in the depths of DAI’s files the other day...

Here’s the German male Inquisitor (who is now also the voice of Rezaren in Absolution by the way!) talking to Solas after the Fade kiss and honestly, I’ve rarely heard a man talking so seductively. 😂 The thing is, both Solas and the Inquisitor sound so damn young in German that you could think this is two awkward teenagers’ first time trying to flirt. lol

#solas #solavellan #audio #also to anyone who doesn't speak German..#I'm so curious.. if you'd listen to this without knowing who's talking..#..would you EVER guess this is Solas and the Inquisitor? lmao #it's always so amusing to me to see people react to German Solas because he sounds SO different lol #but I've gotten a lot of new followers recently so.. this is yet another warning that this is a German Solas appreciation blog lol #yours truly - the founder of the Ozan Ünal appreciation club #wow it's been a while since I used that tag 😂

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sturthepotofmadness · 1 year

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Shattered EarthSpark

Atlas Meridian stepped into the cave, his chocolate brown hair slicked back as usual and his deep brown eyes observing. He wore the usual garb for explorations like this: a two piece thick charcoal grey leathery outfit with black boots, gloves, and a clear visor that covered his face and part of his hair, along with a belt with many pockets. However, his left arm wasn’t covered by the outfit, stopping just after the shoulder due to the mechanical nature of his replaced arm. The cave was a strange slate color, standing out a bit from all the other rocks that lead up to it. Water seemed to puddle in the crevasses and low dents of the cave, filling them up yet never seeming to move or go beyond their confines. Every now and again was a strange bubbly gem of sorts, almost like Energon with blue food coloring packed into an 3D oval shape.

He didn’t know how the Decepticons-- what a strange name-- missed the Cybertronian signal from the cave. Even that Autobot they picked up-- Orion? Optimist? One of the two-- didn’t notice it. The scientist wondered before, even just for a few moments, if they were purposely avoiding the signal, but reasoned that it was a rather strange signal, hard to tell it was even Cybertronian to begin with. However, that didn’t sate his and the other scientists in GHOST’s ranks curiosity about the thing. Getting the superiors to go through with it was simpler than expected, but he supposed it wasn’t unusual. Anything Cybertronian in the wrong hands could cause disaster. His old... colleague, Alex Malto, sure was a good example of that.

Atlas continued further into the cave, his robotic arm already lifting up as his still flesh one flexed in excitement. His hand moved to the false arm and clicked a button, activating a holographic screen. Atlas looked at the screen to make sure he entered the right inputs, then stopped as the connection was finalized. He said into the hologram, “Doctor Meridian to Base Spike, do you read?”

A bit of static followed, then he read, [Doctor Charon to Doctor Meridian, can do! Anything interesting yet?]

“There’s a strange crystal that appears like a blue or teal version of Energon, but I haven’t gotten too far in,” Atlas replied.

He could almost feel his colleague vibrating in place. [Oh wow, Energon that isn’t only blue, but also crystalline? That sounds amazing! Make sure you collect samples!]

Atlas approached one of the strange orbs and grabbed it. He tugged at it for a few moments, then it broke free. He observed it as he replied, “Of course.”

[Here, I’ll mute so you don’t get distracted and we’ll still be able to see what’s going on!] Dr Charon said, then the noise of a mute signal going off and the hologram automatically deactivating. A brief notification appeared in the visor, but it quickly dismissed itself to the corner of his vision.

Atlas turned the orb in his hands around for a few more moments, only finding it to be the same on every side, save of the few pieces of stone that still clung to it. He put the strange orb into a pocket, making sure it was shut before going further into the cave.

It continued to be more of the same. Slate blue stones and the blue orbs. The only difference was that the cave was continuous lit with blue light, but it was unclear where the light was coming from.

After a few minutes, the cave opened up to a massive room. A pool of the same strange water nearly covered the entire room, the only dry bits being the center and the path up to it. Thirteen stalactites hung from the ceiling, though eight of them appeared to be forcibly broken by an overpowering force, the other five left alone to grow, nearly touching the pool. The stalactites, the ceiling, and the walls were all the same slate blue. However, the strange teal orbs seemed to have become no more bigger than specks, seemingly dragged of what they held. In the center of the room was a pedestal with an ocean colored stone covered with teal speckles sitting atop it.

Atlas approached the stone, a curiosity in his eyes. He lifted his gloved hand to touch the stone, then moving his hand across it. There was no reaction.

His robotic arm moved so he could pick up the strange stone with both hands. The moment his robotic palm touched the odd stone, the artifact went haywire. It suddenly glowed green, the pool quickly gaining the same glow. A tendril of light popped out of the stone, quickly wrapping around his robotic arm as behind him, two of the stalactites began to glow. Atlas barely had time to react, shock erupting over his face, then the two stalactites shattered with a head-splitting noise and he was forced to tuck his head into his metal shoulder and pressing his gloved palm against his other ear, squeezing his eyes shut.

A few moments passed and all the noise and simulation calmed down. Atlas opened his eyes, blinking slightly as he repositioned his upper body. The glowing had vanished, but the robotic arm seemed... changed. It didn’t change much, but there was a strange tugging feeling that now emanated from it, along with a purplish blue orb sitting on the back of the robotic palm. A quickly glance in the visor showed the connection was still up, and he moved his arm away from it.

He bumped into something and quickly snapped around.

Staring into his eyes was a Cybertronian of some sort, a strange scent coming off it and with oddly blank colors with bits of teal glow. After a moment, he recalled what the scientists of GHOST were told about young Cybertronians, better known as ‘sparklings’. This was some sort of sparkling. Its bright red eyes stared into him, its feminine shaped armor flared out somewhat.

“Curious,” the being said, its voice wispy, yet feminine and sounding like there was a growling undertone. “You’re not... scared. Unlike the wimp that dares call us a twin.” Its optics glanced to the side, causing Atlas to look over as well. As he did so, he took notice of the state of the shattered stalactites. They were reduced back down to the ceiling, now much smaller points. Those were unlike the other broken stalactites, where seemed battered and torn into.

On the other side of the pool, clinging to the wall, was another sparkling, though it seemed taller and on the masculine side, despite its plating squeezing onto itself. It didn’t speak, its blue optics, terrified with a field to match.

“So... why are you nOT TERRIFIED?!” the sparkling suddenly screeched, its plating flaring as its voice box crackled with the sudden change, the growl suddenly more prevalent.

Atlas didn’t move, instead muttering, “Fascinating.”

The sparkling seemed to doubletake at that reaction, causing the more male sparkling to attempt an approach. The femme glared at the mech, causing it to stop.

“Fascinating...? That’s what you see us as?” the femme sparkling questioned, a strange surprise in its wispy voice as the growl died back down to an undertone.

Atlas, under his breath, added, “Earth-born Cybertronians? Terran Cybertronians? Would they be any different from Cybertronians from Cybertron?”

The femme seemed to stare as the mech finally approached. Somewhat quietly, with a scared, shaky, terrified voice, the mech sparkling asked, “W-W-Who are you?”

Atlas snapped out of his mutterings, then looked at the mech sparkling and said, “My name is Doctor Meridian, but you can call me Atlas.”

Both of the sparklings stared.

A tug of full terror seemed to radiate from the strange feeling now in his robotic arm as the mech sparkling trembled and he said, “I-I-I’m Thrash.”

The femme sparkling lean forward, a bloodlust radiating out from the other strange tug (he just noticed, there were two ‘strings’) that matched in her optics, then she said, “We are Twitch.”

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chronosbled · 5 months

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{ Aorta, my sweet darling boy, you deserved so much better than you got in your visual novel. Don't worry, I'll do my best to give you all the love and compassion that you deserve. }

#{ Now if only I could actually put some information about him up on the blog. }#{ The game is way too new though so there's quite literally nothing. }#{ But I will not hesitate to try using him with people that don't mind him having no information yet. }#{ Cause I can just describe him from what I know in the game. }#{ Ah... but please be aware that Aorta comes from a visual novel that is VERY dark and triggering. }#{ So he won't be for everyone. }#{ Not to mention Aorta is gonna be a very hard muse to interact with since he doesn't speak English. }#{ He doesn't even speak Japanese either. }#{ He's an alien who speaks a whole other language and I gotta try my best to portray that in his interactions. }#{ So he's gonna be speaking in the Runic font. Hence what I was testing out last night. }#{ I got a whole translator and everything for it for myself and anyone else who needs it. }#☣ [ ' Tԋҽ σɳҽ ɯԋσ ʅҽαԃʂ Ⴆҽԋιɳԃ ƈʅσʂҽԃ ԃσσɾʂ. ' ] - ✡ Oυƚ σϝ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡

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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year

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#Making an Akutagawa themed blog it's been so funny because. Akutagawa's vibes are so diametrically different from mine lmao #Like since the very beginning where I was struggling so hard not to use pastel colors and I think I lost??#Then when writing descriptions I'm like “Enjoy your stay! ٩(≧ω≦)۶” “Submissions are always open! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ ” which looks.#so out of place akdvdksbdbsjs but like I won't stop being polite solely because of Akutagawa?#And I didn't even mention how every time I try to add any quote of his I cringe so hard I need to stop myself from turning off the computer #Anyways. That's to say I appreciate him <3 #but it's much more fun to make fun of him than having to make a blog that somehow fits his aesthetic ahah #random rambles #Edit: me two second after having written this posts: do you think sparkles are fitting for an Akutagawa theme (doesn't take no for answer)#Edit 2: Further problems include:#“No I cant use this panel he's too cool” “No I cant use this panel he's too pathetic” ← conditions that exclude 100% of Akutagawa's panels

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nucleiaster · 1 year

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A lot of Isshan have a very formal way of speaking, because spationaut common tongue is an evolution of Isshan trading language which is itself a very formal version of Isshan dialects. They are very casual when they speak in their native language.

The Captain has a very formal way of speaking because he's just Like That.

#I have decided to subject you all to my random radio isotope thoughts #I wanted to keep this blog very professional which doesn't make any sens since I'm a 3d artist and not a professional illustrator #and I already have a portfolio anyway I might as well have fun on my blog #anyway yes the captain comes off as very cold and sometimes pretentious but it's just how he speaks #even in his mother tongue he's a very articulate and polite man #also he IS cold but that's not the point #even with his crew he doesn't use abbreviations or contractions #radio isotope #random ri thoughts #not art #(< tags to blacklist if you're only here for art)

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jacksintention · 11 months

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#I was contemplating whether to message or not someone who told me to do so in May to see each other again #and like... On the one hand I want to. I so desperately want to #On the other hand... what do I do afterwards?#I've crafted so much of my life around the fact of seeing him again #I was content with that instant in December. More than content. I didn't expect him to be so happy to see me at all #And he told me he was leaving but he'd come back in May‚ to write him then to see each other at lenght #But after so much absence and honestly so little intimacy since the very beginning‚#and mainly having the chance of seeing him be what's kept me alive for a long while... it's like. What for? xD #We have nothing to say to each other and what do I do afterwards with my life?#So anyway I was contemplating this decision and #I really should learn better ways of coping with life. This is so stupid it's kinda humiliating #But he's meant so much to me. He means so much to me. I don't think he knows how much he's meant to me #But like. In a totally detached way xD He's one of my favourite people I've ever met. I enjoyed spending time with him #But it's not that. It's situational xD #I don't know. I just wanted to ramble a bit and this blog has fewer followers haha #I used to write these things down on notebooks but I'm afraid of someone reading them when I'm dead haha #Other than the instant in December I hadn't seen this man since 2015. It's been so long. I've missed him desperately but also I haven't #I can't believe his 'go into academia‚ that way we'll see each other again one day' worked #If someone is reading this‚ don't go into academia. It's depressing‚ it makes you resent what you love and it doesn't pay haha #It's stupid how many things I've ruined in my life for my detached attachment for this particular person #with whom I never really had a close relationship. Yet here I am. And in part‚ indeed‚ here I am #I was considering the most effective way to kill myself when he told me to go into academia to meet again at some random conference in 2015 #And I was going to kill myself this December until I saw him and he told me to meet him in May #And he was the only person to say the right words when I first tried to kill myself #I don't know what he does #But he always makes me want to live #The sky looks beautiful and violet when I watch it from beneath the jacaranda flowers and suddenly Tuesdays come back #I miss how his hands smelled of coffee in the mornings and how he blushed when you teased him. He had beautiful hands #I think I won't write to him. It seems unbearable. It seems unbearable to see him again and see everything that was and wasn't #and how much kinder my life could have been had I known how to manauver it. And it's unbearable losing the possibility of seeing him again

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glitterandlust · 1 year

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@radi0activesmile

Another late night. Big fuckin' surprise there. Val was getting to be intolerable. One would think, given how long he'd been at the hotel, that Val would have pulled his head out of his ass about it by now. But no. The moth was still pissed there was pretty much no chance Angel was ever going to come crawling back to him - and the studio - in need of a place to stay. Again. That was a song and dance he would happily never repeat for the rest of his eternal afterlife. Val, however, was still being petty about it. And petty on Val was a shade that tended to have a whole lot of royal blue to it.

It wasn't until he walked in the front doors of the hotel and saw Alastor standing in the lobby, pocket watch in hand and sharply dressed as ever, that two struck Angel. The first was that he was unlikely to get the approximately twelve hours of sleep he felt like he needed to recover from Val's latest round of bullshit. The second was the he and Alastor had plans. That was today. Shit.

"Hey babe," he greeted, not bothing to keep quite all of the fatigue out of his voice. He was fairly certain Alastor would understand what it meant. He also didn't flinch or freeze, just kept walking. "Didn't mean ta get home so late, 's just work, ya know? I promise I didn't fahget."

Which was true. He hadn't forgotten about their plans. He had just forgotten about what day it was. Today, not the plans. That, he remembered. He gave a tired smile as he crossed into the lobby proper and stepped right up to kiss Alastor on the cheek. "Just let me get cleaned up, yeah?" With an impish smirk, he added in singsong, "You're welcome to he~lp!"

#radi0activesmile #radio stag || alastor #my deer radio demon || main alastor #[[Feels weird not to be using 'verse tags.#And I'm still trying to decide whether or not to do thread tags.#Since everything will be moving linearly and he'll only have a single one-on-one thread with each muse he interacts with #it doesn't really seem necessary #That's just how I've done tagging since I started RPing on Tumblr way back in January of 2013.#It's always been partner - 'verse - thread.#But all my blogs have been multi-verse and multi-ship and multi-thread and...]]#cw: abuse mention

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existsarchive · 2 years

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Fuck it, gonna make Achim aka Gaylord our blog mascot * points at our dash icon *

#- MORNINGSTAR #OUT OF CHARACTER.#[ OUR BELOVED GAY AND TRANS ICON!!!!! ]#[ maybe God exists in a rainbow coloured and tummy squishmallow gay and trans lion plushie this whole time!!!!! ]#[ the fact that we actually got him is so fdhbJNSJFBNK I THINK HE'S AN LIMITED EDITION????? ]#[ so happy we actually went to Walmart at this time since we always use that pick up app like Ubereats ]#[ we brought Achim secretly my mom still doesn't know about him yet for a few days and I still don't know when I'll tell her fsbhKF ]#[ but yeah given the rainbow aesthetic of this blog... why not use Achim <333 ]#[ I genuinely don't know how long I'll keep this dash icon since the previous was just a placeholder but jsbgnskdgnbjsndkm ]

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sleepdepravity · 2 years

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The Wilson Mizner biography i’ve been reading has gone into quite a bit of detail about the “White Hope” era of boxing history, since apparently Wilson lived through part of it, and Stanley Ketchel, the guy he managed for a while, was one of the “White Hope” candidates.

(”White Hope” was about a white supremacy thing, where after a long time of boxing being dominated by white guys, Jack Johnson (a black man) became the champ. This sparked a lot of white anxiety because, oh my god, oh my god, a black man can’t win at this, holy shit. So, “white hope” refers to the white boxers that white supremacists laid their hope on to beat up Johnson.)

Anyways, there was a big match where a former champ was coming out from retirement to try to beat up Johnson, and Wilson and Stanley bet like basically all of their money on Johnson because that was obviously the smart thing to do. But apparently Stanley also was very obsessed with the whole “White Hope” thing and both of them saw the former champ and were like “yeah, he’s totally gonna lose.” Stanley was like “hey Wilson, I have a plan, what if i just straight up punched the former champ out before the match,” and.

anyways the only reason i’m sharing this is because. i find this very funny. “shut the fuck up about the white hope business, we need the money.”

#mizner blogging #the book doesn't really get into like.#if wilson was a white supremacist and if so to what degree #but you can kinda assume he was a bit wrapped up in the whole 'white hope' business #especially since stanley ketchel was in fact a candidate for the 'white hope'#but however racist wilson may or may not have been #wilson just being like. 'fuck white pride nobody's gonna die out from this match and i'm sure as hell not gonna take the job of elevating us #'that's too much work'#feels very characteristic of him and is the funniest thing i can think of a racist to do #hopefully people get what i mean from this #because i don't mean to make light of the whole bullshit 'white hope' aspect of the situation #that whole thing was fucking shit

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