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n3ptoonz · 4 months
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mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react when you ride them
this broadcast is brought to you by getting inspired from @dirtymortalkombatconfessions tysm for fueling my raunchy mind 🙏🏾 outworld guys here
all the guys here are submissive in these hcs cause i don't see it enough!!! and reader is GN
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Smoke
first of all it's his favorite position. nothing he loves more than holding his partner in his arms while they have power over him at the same time
HE. WHIMPERS. A LOT!!!!
CANNOT keep his hands still he's always massaging or caressing some part of your body
begs. he begs. if you stop moving? he will deadass start tearing up and whispering pleas all in your ear
hold his face while you do it. look him in the ideas and give him praise && give him kisses 😔 he's got enough shit from bi han and this the only way he properly relaxes 💔
Raiden
he's not very vocal at first, but he does sigh and grunt a lot
when he's vocal? he's not loud, but curses up a storm. his eyes get all hazy and glossed over too like you gotta tap him back to reality sometimes
he can get handsy but prefers to either keep his hands in place or have them restrained in some way
speaking of which if you do restrain his hands there's a good chance he'll start bucking once he's close and try to pull free. silly goose, we know how to tie knots around here!
if you get really close to his face like holding it or just looking at him he can and will just start mumbling about how good you make him feel/how you're the only one who makes him feel like this
Kung Lao
(turns on self indulgence beam) ahem taps mic is this thing on??
lao is a praise kink BITCH you understand??? and since he's full of himself he for sure will not shy away from whimpering and groaning loud as hell just to hear his own voice
you give him praise and BOOM suddenly it's upturned eyebrows and beads of tears at the corners of his eyes. he will ask you to repeat what you said over and over
once his pride wears out he's a begging mess like smoke. he's super handsy but in the way where he's acting like you're gonna disappear before he nuts. i cracking up at the thought of that
afterwords "did i do good?" or "was i a good boy?" AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHG hey im normal don't give me that look. ALSO PLAY WITH HIS HAIR he's a sucker for it (glad i can say that now he's not bald)(love you mk11 lao i swear)
Kenshi Takahashi
oooo this sensual romantic ass man. sensual romantic ASS man (he likes ass)
he's not a loud guy or it's just rare. his hands aren't gonna go anywhere but your ass though. MAYBE your thighs, but it's always back to ass!
less on whimpering more on grunting but there's occasional cracks in his voice when feels really good. he only full on whimpers if you go fast and gets closer faster from the pace
please for the love of god leave some sort of marks on this man's neck. it drives him CRAZYYYY he'll be cursing like he's never done before especially cause he WILL return the favor
like raiden if you give his face more love especially around his eyes it's up for him you're going to be told how perfect and how good only you can make him feel for the next 72 hours
Johnny Cage
BRAT. he's a brat. Johnny John Carlton Cage is a B R A T
you will have to physically shut him up and that was his mission accomplished. don't let his hands be free either cause he'll keep trying to take control (and keep failing every single time)(again, this was allll part of the plan)
when he's completely helpless at your disposal...bottom bitch alert! whiny whimpering grunting sighing giggling you name it CENTRAL. he the type to whine about being restricted when it was literally his own idea in the first place
he's a praise kink bitch too i mean come on THE johnny cage ik you weren't expecting otherwise. tell him he's a good boy but also call him your bitch oh how he loves it
and by the way... record. everything. he'll watch those tapes back like they're old school vhs memories
Liu Kang
how you got a god to submit to you is beyond anyone's belief. but who cares?! drain that mf (balls)
he absolutely positively loves loves LOVES eye contact. you look him in the eyes long enough it's like your souls are fuckin too (literally that scene with him and titan kitana except you're looking down at him everybodyshutthefuckup)
give him a bunch of kisses pls pls pls he craves it he adores it CARNALLY. very very handsy man there's no part of you that goes untouched.
he's too calm to be loud but he does grunt and will have dragged out moans that result in a higher pitched tone
surprise, even a god could use some praise every now and then!!! he blushes the most whenever you call him perfect or tell him he's doing great even with all that's on his plate on the daily <3
Sub Zero
this stubborn fucker. just pull his hair and give him the same look he gives everybody and he's all yours cause then he'll look like this (i cannot stop referring to this picture)
in the privacy of your shared room (idc if this is ooc this is tumblr god damn it) he's a stuttering mess and cannot keep his hands off your hips and thighs for anything so prepare for those areas to have frostbite
there are times where his hands slide up your back when he's close, and by this time his furrowed brows and sharp gaze are completely gone. he's looking up at you like you've descended just to give him the ride of his life (bc you did obviously)
if he whimpers it's raspy and deep. he generally grunts and groans and a lot of profane language coming from them lips
however comma it's rare he'll shudder and whine like a lil bitch if he can't touch you oooo and he's a bucker too
Scorpion
last but certainly not least this sexy mf. i fully fully believe that he would not hesitate to submit to someone he's in love with (you hahaha)
you don't even need to pull his hair just glide your fingers through it he's set for life. he sighs and just smiles, you're so good to him
he's not very vocal but he certainly whines and has shallower breaths when he's close. when he looks up at you he has to try his hardest not to bust right there cause damnnn you fine as hail
thigh man thigh man thigh man. oh, did i say thigh man? i meant to say HE'S A THIGH MAN. and neck, like kenshi don't even think about getting up off of him without a bunch of marks on his neck and shoulders if ya feelin freekie
if you pull his hair he will cum. and you heard that from me.
ask box is open! <3
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mads-weasley · 1 year
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Joel Miller x Wife!Reader
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A/N: I absolutely LOVE the Last of Us and had to write something for Joel! I do not own any of the rights to these characters except (y/n). Enjoy!
Summary: After a rough day, (y/n) shares a soft moment with her husband.
Warnings: mentions of road rage attack? total fluff central
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September 25th, 2003: 24 Hours Before Outbreak
The bright Texan sun was shining down on (Y/n) Miller as she was on her way to the grocery store with Sarah in the passenger seat. With the windows down, they blasted their favorite new hit song, Red Dirt Road by Brooks & Dunn.
"Oh, I've come to know, there's life at both ends," the (y/h/c) woman sang, pretending to hold a mic to her lips.
Sarah stuck her hand out the window, her curls flying in the wind as she finished the lyric. "Of that red dirt road."
The pair were pulled from their jam session when the car in front of them slammed on brakes, causing (y/n) to do so as well, shooting an arm out in front of Sarah.
"You okay?" She asked breathlessly, holding back a curse at the driver. "And that's why you're not gonna tailgate people when you start driving, right?"
The teen rolled her eyes with a smile and put her hand over her heart. "Scout's honor."
Playfully scoffing, (y/n) looked around the car, only to see nothing in the way. Beeping the horn quickly, she groaned. "Seriously. What's the hold up here?"
Her question was answered when the driver quickly got out of the car and angrily stalked toward the pair. (Y/n) checked around her, looking for a way to get away quickly.
"Sarah," she whispered. "Roll up your window, now."
When the man was halfway to their car when he stopped and turned around. Her heart began to beat again.
She looked at Sarah with a shaky smile. "Okay, maybe he's over it."
The young girl's eyes widened as she frantically pointed in front of them. "(Y/n)!"
Snapping her eyes forward, she cursed at the sight of the man with a baseball bat.
"Hold on," (y/n) yelled, jerking into oncoming traffic to get away. Once they passed the man, she got back in their lane, hearts pounding. Had just a simple beep set the man off?
"What just happened?" Sarah asked, still gripping the handle above her car door.
Shaking away her fear, (y/n) reached over and took her hand gently
"I don't know, but we're okay. How about we just go home. I all of a sudden don't feel like going to the store."
A silent nod was all the response she needed to head back home. After the girls' scary ordeal, she just wanted to be in the safe presence of her husband.
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At the familiar rumble of a truck engine, (y/n)'s heart jumped. She and Sarah were on the couch watching 10 Things I Hate About You when Joel opened the door.
"Girls?" He called, taking off his filthy work boots.
Sarah perked up, and yelled back, "In the living room!"
A few seconds later, he walked into the room with a tired smile, plopping down in the small space between them.
"And how are my girls doing today?" he asked, pulling them closer to him.
Sarah's eyes widened. "(Y/n) and I were on th-"
Not wanting to worry Joel, (y/n) shook her head quickly from behind him. The girl's brows furrowed slightly but caught on.
"-the way home and guess what song came on?" She asked.
"Hmm," he hummed, scrunching his face overdramatically. "Was it Red Dirt Road?"
"How did you know that!?" (Y/n) laughed, slapping his arm playfully.
"I don't know. Probably because it was the one you were humming when I first got over here, honey."
The trio broke into a fit of giggles that ended when Joel got up.
"Don't move. I'll be back in a minute."
As soon as Joel was out of the room, Sarah turned to (y/n). "Why can't we tell dad about earlier?"
"You know how worked up he gets, Sar," she sighed. "I just don't want to worry him."
"Okay. I won't tell him, but I think you should."
"I'll tell him la-"
She was cut off by Joel's voice calling from the hallway. "Who's ready for some supper?"
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After they ate supper, Sarah went off to finish homework while (y/n) cleaned up. As she was reaching for dishes to put the leftovers in, a pair of hands snaked around her waist, pulling her back into a warm embrace.
"I missed you today," Joel murmured, his face buried in her neck.
"I missed you too, babe..."
A few seconds passed and she knew she needed to tell him what happened. Turning around in his arms, (y/n) placed her hands on his chest.
"So, something happened today. I don't want you to stress out or worry, bu-"
"Well, now I'm definitely gonna," he interrupted.
"Sar' and I were on the way to the grocery store when the guy in front of us stopped out of nowhere. I couldn't go around him because there was traffic, so I hit the horn. And then he got out of the car."
(Y/n) could feel his body tense up, and she was reminded why she wanted to spare him the details of the encounter.
"We thought he was going to get back into his car, but he pulled out a baseball bat, Joel. I didn't even think, I just got us out of there as soon as I could. Sarah was my number one priority and," she faltered, her throat closing up. "-and I was so scared."
He pulled her into his chest fully, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I'm so sorry, (y/n/n). You should have called me."
Joel was shaking with anger, but contained it, knowing it would only make his wife more upset. "I know. I just didn't want to worry you."
"Worry me? Sweetheart, I am your husband, and you can tell me anything, no matter what."
(Y/n) sighed, pulling back with tears in her eyes. "I love you so much."
A single tear trickled down her face, and Joel wiped it away with his thumb as he cupped her cheek softly. "I love you, too. You and Sarah are everything to me."
Feeling his rough hands caress her face so gently, she placed hers over them. "Sarah's getting too big. I can't believe it's been almost two years since we tied the knot."
"Don't remind me," he whispered, rolling his eyes. "The sass gets worse every day."
His expression suddenly became serious. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen her this happy. Heck, I've never been this happy. You complete our family, (y/n)."
"I've never been this happy either."
She leaned in and rested her forehead against his before connecting their lips. Joel's hands on her waist pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss. At the sound of feet padding down the hallway, he pulled away with a groan.
"Don't stop on account of me," Sarah chimed with a smirk, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge." She started to turn back towards her room but stopped and pulled the couple into a tight hug.
"I am happier, dad. I love you both."
The man laughed, patting his daughter's hair affectionately. "We love you, too. Now, how long have you been listening, baby girl?"
Sarah held up her pointer finger, smiling sheepishly. "I'm gonna have to plead the fifth."
Pulling away, she glanced at the clock on the stove as she walked away. "You enjoy your last few hours as a 35-year-old, you old geezer."
Joel glanced at his wife with an amused smile. "Can you believe her?"
"I mean you are pretty old, Mr. Miller," (y/n) teased, shrugging her shoulders.
Before she could move, he threw her over his shoulder, running toward their room.
"Old, huh?"
The woman squealed, smacking playfully against his back. "Joel! Put me down!"
"No can do, Mrs. Miller."
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burnsuncomet · 6 months
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sand was so chill about nick bugging boston's car because he would have done worse as evidenced by this episode.
he stomped on his phone to make it more believable to nick in an extremely calculated move
he was very careful with his wordings when talking to ray and used mew, someone who is so central to ray's life, and stared at ray as ray made the calculations in his mind
proceeded to rip the mic from ray during that whole floor sweep because it wasn't going as planned ray was hurting all his friends, not just top and by extension mew, and you best believe sand was panicking in his head about ray potentially losing everyone
then follows ray to the parking, gets called a whore for the 2nd time and still follows ray because everything went off the rails it was never his intention to hurt ray only top. but his revenge stomp inevitably is hurting ray and sand maybe hates himself a little too for that
this is exactly the way nick and top convo with the audio went. loser move. except this succeeded because unlike nick (who was alone), this plan moved through multiple people. and it was all very calculated on sand's part. (and yet sand doesn't KNOW it worked. yet. because ray will tell him about poor mew and his heartbreak next episode and i cant wait to see the fucking self satisfied smile on sand)
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tojigasm · 2 years
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REQUEST ARE OPEN?! LET'S GO! Toji's reaction to those cringe fuckboy tik tok interviewers coming up to him and Y/N and asking Y/N if she would date him (tik tok fuck boy). LMAO I feel like Toji would call them a little man and try to walk past them while holding onto Y/N closer not really appreciating the interruption of their date.
Ughh i hate guys like this
Cw: fluff, teasing, protective tojiii, gross boys, pet names
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♡ he'd be loosing his MIND
♡ the two of you had been at the central mall for a couple hours already, shopping and snacking around the stores as you tried on numerous outfits
♡ toji had even taken you to the pet shop and let you snuggle the puppies before you'd started begging to take one home
♡ he'd gush over you modeling cute tops and sort slip dresses, asking you to twirl and pose for him
♡ "do a lil pose fr'me, sweetheart." He'd smirk, legs spread out as he leaned into one the viewing chairs
♡ "Toji- stop!" You'd slap his hand away when he went to pull at the string of your top
♡ he's just gonna laugh and wave you off as you hurry back into dressing room
♡ the rest of the mall experience had been rather okay, he'd let you sit in the one of the Teslas set in the car area
♡ "Oh, Toji pleaseee" You had begged, and had been begging for the better half of a year for a tesla, specifically a pink one with fur seats that had the fur removable incase one day you didn't feel like sporting it
♡ "maybe for your birthday." He smiled down at the scene before him: you, seated in the driver's seat, looking around the car in awe
♡ "Toji pleaseee, I've been good!" You argued, voice falling into a faux whine, "plus don't I look so pretty in the car!" You smiled, running your hands over the leather of the wheel excitedly
♡ "you do look very pretty, princess." Toji smirked, tapping the hood of the car before motioning for you to get out
♡ with an eye roll you drug yourself out of the front seat, letting Toji follow you as you made your way out of the store
♡ on your way out of the mall itself you met eyes with a young man, he couldn't have been much older than you
♡ Toji's hold on your waist tightened and for a second, you turned to tease him until you realized just how serious he looked
♡ looking back at the men in front of you, they'd made there way in your direction specifically
♡ silently, you prayed they'd just walk past and you were just overthrowing everything until they stopped in front of the two of you
♡ toji tried to side step them only to he stopped by one of them making their way towards you
♡ "hey, so you're like really pretty and we were wondering if you'd-" his voice fell into a stem of giggles as his friends pushed him a bit
♡ you could feel how tense toji was, and with a frown you tried to make your way past them only to be stopped again
♡ "we were wondering if you'd rate us on which one you'd date." One holding a small mic spoke quickly
♡ before you could even reply Toji was pulling you away
♡ "absolutely not." He spoke roughly, grabbing your hand in his own as he began to walk away
♡ the man reached for you, grabbing at your arm "hey man, it's not that big of a dea-"
♡ toji ripped you away from the man's grasp, pushing you behind him as he spoke lowely
♡ "don't ever put your hands on her again, understand?"
♡ the men only nodded nervously before hurrying off in the opposite direction
♡ Toji watched the group wander off before pulling you back into his hold, wrapping his arm around your waist comfortingly
♡ "you okay, baby?" He pressed a kiss to your hair
♡ "yeah," you sighed, swinging your Victoria Secret bag at your side with a frown, "i hate guys like that."
♡ "me too." He'd say with a nod, eyes still narrowed as he rose his arm to wrap it over your shoulders, pressing you softer into his side
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thyandrawrites · 1 year
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Being fully honest Dabi coming to Endv after being ignored yet again doesn't change the fact that he has been ignored yet again. Even now endv has his eyes on afo and I can't see it changing
Nah, I get that. I feel the same. To be honest I see this as another set up for failure. So far the heroes have consistently been making the wrong choices and letting things escalate instead of trying better ways of facing their opponents.
I didn't wanna say it in case I jinxed it with my prediction, but if we are to take Hawks and Mic's reactions as the standard for how the old gen will continue to act moving forward, then I'm expecting Enji to be much the same. He's gonna fight Touya like a villain who's too far gone. Possibly he'll even echo his colleagues and try to protect Touya's idealized memory by killing the man his son has become.
I might be wrong about this of course... But looking back at Enji's internal narration during the Central Hospital chapters and his thoughts as he fought AFO... He's still nowhere near recognizing that Dabi and Touya are the same person.
Remember this line?
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Well, here's some translation trivia. In japanese he's only calling him a mass murderer (大量殺人者). The only reason why we know that he's even talking about Touya and not any other PLF villain is because the furigana (the little reading on the right of the aforementioned kanji string above) tells us he's referring to his son (むすこ). Stuff like this is hard to translate because English doesn't have an organic way to do the same kind of word play, so the only way to get across both definitions is to include them both in the line itself, like the character is uttering them at once. The famous "a dance with your son, here in hell" was another example of Hori using furigana that doesn't match with the kanji they're paired with, to get across a double meaning. But for the sake of understanding Enji's mentality, I'd like to stress that he sees Dabi first and foremost as a "mass murderer". Only incidentally, like an afterthought, as his son. You'll also notice how in that same scene he's thinking about "fighting him". Not reuniting, not seeing how he's doing. Fighting. Like he would any other villain, because to him this is still a matter to be tackled as a hero and not a father.
Point is, Enji still doesn't fully recognize Touya in Dabi.
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This is how he pictures him in his mind's eye. This is not by far a flattering image. For all that Enji says that he recognizes the wrongs he did to Touya, the image he conjures when he thinks of him is not that of a man falling apart from the weight of unaddressed trauma and desperation. He sees a monster, grinning maniacally, reveling in Enji's anguish with sadistic glee. This is not the son he abused, over and over, until he had an emotional breakdown and lost himself. This is Enji picturing an enemy, someone not to feel any sympathy for. Someone whose most prominent feature is his creepy grinning mouth, open wide as if ready to devour everything Enji's been working for all these years.
Even in his thoughts, he keeps referring to Dabi as an abstract evil rather than a person:
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He's the physical manifestation of Enji's "mistakes", not his son. Not the boy he said he missed so dearly he hoped he could get a second chance with.
Touya is Othered as an abstract being, the sum of every flaw Enji possesses but never wanted to acknowledge.
Now compare that to how he saw Touya as an idealized martyr:
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Here Touya is remembered as a good kid, not through the distorted lenses above, because up until this moment he's still a "good victim". Someone who died before he could become an obstacle, and as such still someone who Enji treats with humanity. He brings offer to his altar and manifests "regret" over his premature death, because this Touya is easy to mourn. After all, with Touya gone, who's gonna complain about Enji using his memory as a justification for the continued abuse of Shouto and the rest of the family?
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Certainly not Touya. The dead are the perfect people to idealize because they can no longer fight for their rights as a living person would. And Enji clearly knows this. He obviously ignores how training Shouto and punching him so hard he pukes goes directly against everything Touya ever wanted because Touya's wishes are simply no longer part of the equation. Touya is no longer a person but just a a cause that Enji needs to honor (arbitrarily, and with even more abuse than before).
But when Touya comes back, and suddenly he's a person with agency once again and not just an idealized memory anymore...
Suddenly, he becomes "a mass murderer".
So... No, I'm not really expecting Enji to turn around and act like a good dad just because Dabi showed up. As you said, Dabi chasing him down doesn't make Enji any less neglectful or any less at fault, and if Horikoshi knows what he's doing, he's probably about to make him do something extremely uncalled for and totally catered to himself, as Enji's actions so far have only been shielding his own ego from any genuine remorse
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yridenergyridenergy · 11 months
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Phalaris Vol.II - KBS Hall day 2 [2023/05/06] live report
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Setlist
Schadenfreude
13
Uroko
Mouai ni shosu
Devote my life
Hibiki
Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau
Eddie
GRIEF
Beautiful Dirt
Otogi
The Perfume of Sins
Encore
Red… [em]
JEALOUS
T.D.F.F.
Sustain the Untruth
Revelation of mankind
Today was so much better!
First of all, shimote treated me way better than the central section did. I could even see most of the members. We were fused at the hips, but it was more brotherly, we really moved as a whole!
Shinya wore white, Die had his criss-cross leather tights+black shorts+white and black tunic top, Kaoru wore the same bourgeoisie-like outfit as in Yokosuka and Kyo wore a black Milkboy T-shirt with everything else the same as yesterday. What Toshiya had was way too many layers: the black lace veil, which stayed on for quite a few songs, the black tight shorts below the long lace skirt, but the top consisted of the black lace cover, a thick black cloak (short) that had a huge hood draped back onto his shoulders, and a black lace dress shirt underneath.
The setlist followed the order of Phalaris a bit more. Schadenfreude set the mood, as everyone shouted all the: "Ikedomo jigoku ka" and the song grows in intensity of course, ending with the feeling of helpless accomplishment. 13 followed right after and Kyo was so into it. When singing about getting rid of everything, today he gestured literally at ripping off his face and throwing it behind himself with a swing/momentum of his entire body. This time, the crowd kind of felt awkward, like we were supposed to sing the backups to Kyo's "Never die"s with Die, but we refrained. Also, quite sure Kyo changed the lyrics of "not taking the path that was handed to me" to something about us?
We were not even three full songs in but Toshiya was smiling so much and spinning, stepling side to side during Uroko. Kyo seemed 100% satisfied with the crowd, even though he hyped us up and demanded more either way.
Mouai ni Shosu was also super dancey. It wasn't clear if Kyo wanted us to sing along to the "Mijime na no ka" parts or with Toshiya's backup "The pride and prejudice", we were so confused hahah. But that didn't faze Kyo.
He didn't let us up during Devote my life, we could not catch any breath. We had to sing so much, especially the "Zankoku na" segments. Kyo did one single moment of crazy dance with his hands up after one of those segments.
At the beginning of Hibiki, Toshiya is so dramatic when he gestures a wide circle with his arm after striking one note on his bass, and then another.
In Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau, this time Kyo came prepared. He demanded that we sing so many verses out of it, even the chants, and one whole paragraph from what I remember, high pitches and all. And then, once the fateful "nananananananaze nanda" part came, he sang the first, then said something, which allowed people to then pick up at the right moment for the second part, finally! Kyo was so proud and happy, his smile showed all his teeth! The song ended and, in the dark, before the next song started, he said one word that I didn't understand, but it must have been either: "Finally" "Got it" or "Success"
By the way, did I ever mention how Kyo comes uo to the edge of the stage with a finger over his crazy smile when doing the quiet "Utsutsu o kurai, warau hitomi", which he whimpers? Kyo's range was so perfect tonight, he did them all, except the high-pitched tracks in Otogi.
At some point in one song, Die passed on one side of Toshiya's mic stand to reach the shimote area, while Toshiya was on his way to Die's usual side of the stage, taking the left of his mic stand. Toshiya had his back to me, but I saw Die pout/smirk, so I assume they had some kind of eye contact as they crossed path. And then, Die stayed in shimote with the shimote members still in kamite even as the next song started.
Again, I'll never tire of Kyo's senseless wide clapping, like a brainless pantomime in the quieter part of GRIEF. This time, his hand sometimes hit the mic by accident. He gets really into that song, as if it was written yesterday. Screaming while making the mic cord whip widely, almost falling to his knees. Oh and Toshiya came up to us with his middle finger up when we had to sing either a "fuck you" or "motherfucker" hah.
I don't know why, but Beautiful Dirt had special confetti-like lights projected onto the huge background poster. We were made to sing a lot of the "Saikou no baraado o okurou".
During the pause moment in the middle of Otogi, Toshiya did this move where he joined both hands together above his head, then folded his elbows to bring them almost to his forehead, following which he smoothly moved them theatrically to his right. It was so extra, but he pulled it off of course!
One thing I also forgot to mention is that yesterday and today as well, at least Toshiya and Die went to play in front of Shinya. Today, it was especially during Jealous, and Kaoru went at some point during the show too. It was my first time today realising how Shinya plays some hard moves during Ningen wo Kaburu.
The Perfume of Sins again began with Kyo whimpering and growling, then suddenly leaning backward with his boney mic stand to growl the Nose, Eyes and Ears with such power. By the end of the series, he is swinging his head side to side to give it his utmost all. Then, later in the song, he goes mad when singing about being more ripened and ends the song with a cry, from what I remember.
The encore was filled with such energy. Everybody except Shinya was all smiles or taunting pout or smirk.
Red… [em] was unexpected for me, but there was mostly calm from the audience. I guess they didn't want to be on the nose, but I hate that this song is bathed in purple light. Anyway, everybody played and sang this song intensely, with much emotion. In this song I think and in another one, the whole stage turns dark and a white spotligt illuminates Toshiya only, from the left side, while he plays a bit of a solo, casting his huge shadow in the background.
JEALOUS followed and everybody in the crowd got happy. This time, Kyo sang with more passion, but he mainly played on our own enthusiasm, letting us sing several parts. There was a spotlight from the top of the stage onto Kaoru for his solo. They all seemed a bit more into it.
The next two songs went as usual, very intense from the perspective of the crowd hah. The members moved across the stage. Die seemed happy in general and almost proud of our energy. Kaoru taunted us so much and he did the "wowowowowow" when he distorted his guitar in Sustain the Untruth, nodding as well. Kyo went left first, then right, where he did a bit of his favourite dance.
When calling out the Last Song, man, it's been a while since I heard Kyo use every last claw in his voice like that, asking us if we could go on more and more. Then, when the first notes of Revelation of mankind started, he slyly said: "Shine--" (Die~)
This time, I suppose because of everything thar had preceded it, Revelation of mankind was a decent ending song. Everybody gave up their last particule of energy. When it ended, Kyo clapped with us and, with his hand held high and a wise smile on his face, he mouthed a big "bye bye" before walking off. Shinya stoicly stepped onto Kyo's crate to throw away 4-5 sticks. Kaoru, Toshiya and Die then threw picks and a towel each across the entire stage. They all had smirks at the bare minimum. Kaoru left with a hand or finger to his heart, clearly touched by our love.
We demanded a second encore very shortly after he departed, but the techs/roadies switfly began taking away the remaining picks on the mic stands, then somebody removed the additional water bottles from Kyo's table and we understood that the band would not return. It was weird because at first, when the roadie distributed the bottles and towels from his basket before the show began, he had initially only set down Kyo's two bottles with straws, but he went back with approximately six more to add neatly beside Kyo's bottles after checking backstage. But in the end, Kyo did not spray anybody. He did throw one of his own bottles without a care, without looking, into the crowd during Eddie, I think. And damn, just lile us, he was dripping sweat and maybe even spit from early during the show.
The ending instrumental is Kamuy, by the way. I guess that's the only way we're getting it hah.
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Quad test was successful. :3 The overarching plan is to use the modular for sound generation and VCV for sequencing and routing/panning, working up to using four voices, as that's what the interface I'm using will work with. Next steps include: - Rethink and then overthink everything about speaker placement. - Build two more stands for the speakers currently on the desk, as they're too close together - Find my book of notes and do some work on sequencing for the NSYNTHI quad panner, it's a pretty groovy little module and will be central (haha) to the whole project - Make a chorus out of a delay and LFO module so I can replicate them and have one for each speaker, quad chorus, baby! - Make a binaural mic, I should probably do this sooner rather than later so I can record sound for video... - Fix the scaling on my oscillators, it's been months and a move since I did it last, the poor babies! - Consider some room treatment??? - Relearn the psychoacoustics necessare to make things sound nlike they're coming from outside the circle of speakers, or cheat and buy the VCV plugin host module and do it with the TDL Distance plugin, lols.
For a first check if the concept is sound, I'm pretty happy with the outcome.
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Machi's 2023 Year In Review
'23 was a bit of a wild one. A toast to the last twelve months (both in fandom and IRL) under the cut.
Fic
Here's what went out the door in '23:
Naruhata Noir
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I started posting NN in December '22, about a month after finishing 9L. At one point last year I joked about finishing the entire thing in the week between Christmas and New years. Evidently, this did not happen for a variety of reasons:
A) A series of events occurring in my personal life that do not merit further detail that I will herein refer to as "the conga line of nonsense". That kicked off during last year's holiday season and bled into like...May. Which leads directly into:
B) Tears of the Kingdom came out. And;
C) A general loss of motivation in the project.
During the aforementioned Conga Line of Nonsense, I had a goal of finishing before TotK came out, but I only managed to cobble together another 4 chapters between January and May. After somehow managing weekly to biweekly chapters for 9L, NN was much more sporadic, and at one point I had people asking me if I was still alive. Which. sucked, since I generally strive to be a somewhat reliable person.
Once the TotK hyperfixation hit, I managed maaaaaaybe another 2 chapters before I finally got bored of grinding monsters to upgrade outfits. I did manage to meet the third self-imposed deadline of finishing before going to Japan for 2 weeks, so at least that's one W.
In addition to the distractions of Life, NN was more challenging to write for a few main reasons:
Aizawa is not the narrator. Look, I'm mature enough to acknowledge that he is Blorbo From My Shows, and everything I write wants to revolve around him. Taking a step back from that and trying to get into another character's head after spending 8 solid months on 9L was an adjustment. It took me a bit of time to find Shinsou's voice.
Most of the relationship dynamics in this fic are non-canonical, and pulled directly out of my ass. Shinsou's relationships with the Hottas are central to the back half of the fic, and his relationship with Mirko also becomes prominent at times. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS HAVE EVER INTERACTED IN REAL LIFE I'M JUST SMASHING DOLLS TOGETHER LIKE I DID AS A 7 YEAR OLD.
Trying to parallel something I already wrote several months ago is hard. I wanted NN to make sense on its own, but also follow the relevant bits from 9L. This was next to impossible to accomplish without sounding clunky. Almost from the very beginning of the fic, the outsider's perspective of Aizawa's first steps, I felt the urge to change the dialogue because the story that I wanted to tell from Shinsou's perspective was different from the one I wanted to tell from Aizawa's perspective. I locked myself into that rigidity for a while, until I finally decided just to say fuck it at the end and modify the 9L dialogue slightly because the story had taken on a life of its own.
Erasermic took a major backseat in this one, but I still needed to scratch the itch, and I think that's why I ended up writing 2 emic one shots in between chapters.
I don't think a direct parallel spin-off is something I would try writing again, and the fic was probably a lot longer than it needed to be, but at the end of the day, I'm satisfied with the way it turned out, and I'm happy I was actually able to finish it this year.
Here's a collage of my inspo for Aizawa's apartment cobbled together from google maps and japanese real estate websites.
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Being No One, Going Nowhere
The first of the 3 one shots that I put out this year, and a proof of concept that I can slap together 3k in a day and a half fever dream and call it a fic.
This one in particular was instigated by one of @o0fyuu0o's tweets that refused to leave me alone. And maybe also the two broken arms story from reddit, but you know, like, less incesty.
Mic was extremely pathetic in this one, which is immensely fun to write. Just a pathetic little meow meow. Sopping wet cat of a man.
College AU was fun to write, emboldened in part by @kyurilin's fic Stray. After being married to canon-verse for both 9L and NN, this was an exercise in just making shit up, and also living vicariously through the memories of the house I lived in for the better part of 2 years as an undergrad. I graduated 7 years ago and it is still crystallized in my memory.
A Tumultuous Sea, You and Me
I've been nursing a healthy crush on Pirate!Aizawa (or Paizawa, as the kids on JP Twit call him) since the Volume 35 character page came out in June '22. Paizawa even killed a 2 year long art block, that's how powerful he is. (Look!)
I do not remember what exactly spurned this one on, but it also got written in the span of about 2 days. I think I reread The Art of Drowning at some point this year, but I do not remember if it was during the writing frenzy, or sometime before it.
Aizawa gets to hold the meow meow card again in this one. His 2 sentence rivalry with Vlad is one of the best things I've ever written.
Of the 2 days I spent writing this, I probably spent 75% of that researching pirate ships. I used almost none of it, and have forgotten almost all of it by this point.
I feel like everyone that dips their toes into the realm of merpeople has a different interpretation on it, but I wanted to spend approximately 0 minutes on worldbuilding, so it's just kind of a chill coexistence between the pirates and the mermaids in this one lol. People were intrigued by said "worldbuilding" however and wanted more, but I think I've scratched the mer-pirate itch for now haha.
1966 Ford Nutstang GT350 Shelby
@kyurilin made a tumblr post that misspelled "mustang" as "nustang" and I skim-read it and saw "nutstang" and was like "you know what would be a terribad nickname for the car? Nutstang." At which point I immediately informed her, which led down the rabbit hole of a very loose RP (as it often does) and I decided YOU KNOW WHAT? I SHOULD JUST TURN THIS INTO A CRACK FIC.
At which point I had to sort of construct a loose plot around the entire bonkers concept. Nemuri held a key role in the pseudo-RP, but I ended up wanting to keep the fic tight and her role was mostly cut. But rest assured she is there in spirit, though, judging.
The plush nutsack is just a bastardization of a kangaroo ballsack coinpurse I saw in a Crap Souvenirs From Around The World calendar I had many years back that has imprinted on my memory. At no point did I seek out visual reference for it, and neither should you. It is up to the reader's imagination.
On the topic of bastardizations, the reappearing nutsack plotline is borrowed from the drawfee gnome saga.
Mic yelling GOOD MORNING and Aizawa banging his head on the underside of his desk is S tier slapstick.
PEOPLE MADE ART????
Some wonderful listeners readers are still making art for 9L, and we have been blessed with two beautiful new pieces this year:
Mic and Eri's selfie, from @kaleidoscopedrawsjpg
The Only One Bed scene, from @guiltyfixations
@obsessed-dragon also drew the photo of Shinsou holding Miso from Naruhata Noir, and Black Spider Eyes drew Aizawa dangling out the window from Tumultuous Sea.
Every time a piece of art drops on my dash, or I see my fic being recommended to other people, my brain does a lil short circuit and I have to go get up and walk around for a bit. I'm not sure words can express how much it means to me that people have enjoyed my writing enough to recommend it to other people, or sit down and create something of their own based off of it. It's humbling, and I'm truly grateful for every kind word or "sketch I should have maybe spent a little longer on" hahaha
Stats!
Look, I'm an engineer. I can't resist the thrall of Microsoft Excel. So here's A Chart.
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I value Bookmarks the highest of all the stats that AO3 spits out. Views are pointless (skewed higher in the context of multi-chap fics). Kudos are an indicator of how many people read and liked enough to leave a kudos, but bookmarks are my indicator of how many people liked it enough to keep it around to read again, or recommend to others.
The bookmark-to-kudos ratio is (in my unscientific opinion) a measure of how many people loved the work vs how many people just liked it.
From the chart above, we can propose the following conclusions:
9L is still, far and away, the most popular, and most well-loved thing I've ever written. I'm fine with that.
The Nutstang fic was a certified cult classic, with a bookmark-to-kudos ratio of almost 0.3, second to only 9L.
NN is at a respectable ratio of 0.24 (middle of the pack), but in terms of number of kudos, is not that far ahead the mer-pirate fic. NN was not tagged as erasermic, so I do think this checks out in terms of sheer exposure.
Still Cooking:
FFXII AU
I started this one in March during the conga line of personal life nonsense. I somehow lured in Robbirdthe8th and @o0fyuu0o and @obsessed-dragon and got a solid month of drafting done before I was like "maybe I should work on NN again" and then it sat dormant until like. October.
It's up to almost 30k across 3 partially written chapters already, and I outlined 9 chapters. It is almost certainly overambitious, and I will almost certainly run into the same motivation issue I had with NN because it's a rooftop 4 fic and not just erasermic, and it has a demographic of approximately four people as an AU of a game that came out in uh........2006.
I thought I'd get at least some of it out in '23 but I'm taking it easy and just writing when inspiration strikes at the moment.
Fortuneteller AU
I started this one maybe a week-ish ago, in my quest for a pitch for the erasermic zine (surprise! they haven't made official announcements yet, but I'll be in it. this is an easter egg for those of you who made it this far). It's going to end up far too long for the 3k word limit for that, so I'm just co-opting it for another one-shot. Taisho era urban fantasy dabbling in some Violet Evergarden/FMA-esque post-war themes. Mic with pince nez. Aizawa in hakama. Gratuitous amateur tarot. It has gripped me by the throat.
More from the Nine Lives Extended Universe (canon-willing)
I've got 3 more spin-offs to 9L simmering, just waiting for canon to figure out its business. These are:
When The Battle's Lost and Won
A final battle post-mortem in 4 parts (if 3baka all make it out alive that is). Every few chapters of canon that come out, something gets added or tossed. Extremely fluid at this point, but there are some good quality blurbs and bullet points in there.
Kintsugi
The erasermic epilogue to 9L, from Mic's perspective. An exploration of their relationship beyond the final battle, with an overarching theme that I've borrowed from a Dorktown documentary on former Toronto Blue Jays pitcher Dave Stieb: Not at all, and then all at once.
This one's just pure body worship, punctuated by an extremely casual marriage proposal. A lot of people still comment on 9L like "THIS CAN'T BE IT, WHERE'S THE REST OF IT?", so I hope this will satisfy those looking for some closure from a relatively open ending.
The Way of the Househero
With the impending graduation of the hell class, and a body that doesn't quite move the way it used to, Aizawa has a bit of an existential crisis and semi-retires so he can be a full-time parent to Eri while figuring out what's next for him. Mostly slice of life. No real plot to this one yet, mostly just vignettes. Aizawa finally gets cats of his own, makes mom friends, and becomes more of a knife slut (only its in the kitchen now instead of on the streets).
IRL
Painting
Every room in my home is painted some sort of bland pastel, and this year we managed to purge pastels from four rooms: my home office, our living room / dining room, and our bedroom. I am enormously pleased with how each of these have turned out.
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Gardening
We moved to this house in January '22, and last year was mostly seeing what came up in the garden. This year we cleared out a lot of the decorative shrubs in our backyard (turns out you can hock shrubs on facebook marketplace), and planted a veggie garden. The extent of my gardening experience prior to this year was mowing the lawn as a teenager, so this year was a continuous learning experience, and likely will be for many more years to come.
We had some big wins (potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, cherries, squash, dear god the squash), and some losses (apples that were infested with tent caterpillars, arugula that bolted, and lettuce that got eaten by bunnies to name a few).
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In addition to veggies, we also did a lot of general cleanup around the rest of the yard, including clearing out some invasive species and thinning out some partially dead shrubs. We mostly let the yard do its own thing last year, and the previous owner of our home died about 6 months before we moved in, so it was probably neglected for a while. I cut out a blackberry cane that was as long as our driveway. I bought a wood chipper and a compost aerator and am learning the art and science of turning yard trash into yard treasure. (I have not peed on my compost pile yet, as recommended by /r/composting. Maybe some day.)
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I also adopted a clipping from my sister-in-law's monstera, which has done quite well (except for the parts my cat has taken a mild interest in nibbling on from time to time)
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Travel
Probably too much travel this year ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
3 Weddings (4 if you count the one in December '22 that's included in the Conga Line of Nonsense). Got covid at 2 of them. Invited to a fifth next year. Wishing everyone of marriageable age I know IRL a very elope
Trips for work to Winnipeg and Calgary (to which I have never been before, but are both underwhelming). Also got to fly on a floatplane for the first time, which is noisy, but the views are unbeatable
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I turned 30 this year, and after the Conga Line of Nonsense, I said fuck it, we're going back to Japan for my birthday. 2 weeks, 8 cities. L: Shimanami Kaido cycle (still somehow 30 degrees in September x full sun x forgot sunscreen x 80km = pain) (my husband has proofread this and insists that this is not an L but agree to disagree) W: Hokkaido (beautiful scenery, incredible food, not 30 degrees in September lmao)
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Anyways
If you made it this far, thanks for reading, and thanks for your love in '23. I hope to provide you with more of the same nonsense in '24. Let me know if you want a spinoff cats + gardening + DIY blog, since that's just my life now. Happy new year 🍾
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adairossiu · 2 months
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(taps mic) hiii is this thing on
i didnt feel like making a 500 tweet thread so here is my rambling.
you know like the thing about “genderbends” is to change things like i get it you know. like all criticism of how bioessential people get about them like its just about seeing your blorbo but like. sexy in a different way a lot of times.
and i dont really care for all that usually but i have strong opinions on shu itsuki so maybe i do care.
bc i absolutely get why you would design her incredibly rich young lady right. ohohoho and all. with the drills. but im also compelled by like. what shu idealises about dolls is androgyny right. and you can argue this is because his reference point for wearing dresses and expressing himself in a feminine way was childhood and he “got away” with it due to the nature of children. you know. being pre puberty. and that this fixation stems from like, not allowing himself to think as himself as feminine bc of his body. since he is like tall and has a deep voice and its like you know. he is like well if i looked neutral enough i could get away with it. etc.
but tbh i do wonder bc like. would going through the opposite leave no mark. would he still desire the youthfulness and innocence and androgyny of dolls.
i think it does remind me of how like. girlhood or whatever feels like such a distinct gender from being a woman right. and people think it ties into peoples immaturity and they dont want to grow up and how women aging is demonised and im sure all that plays a huge role but like. as a girl you get away with much more usually. like. as an archetype. like heidi (heidi) or lyra hisdarkmaterials or alice in wonderland or that girl in secret garden whose name i forgor. they have these spunky adventures right and theyre not supposed to be proper ladies yet.
and i feel like shu kind of falls into this similar category of like. well off kid that is allowed some freedom of expression during youth right. and its like. then the expectations shift. and obviously shu specifically has never like. really been accepted for the way he does things. like its kind of central for the character that he received massive pushback on the dolls and the frills and everything. but like he definitely holds this idealised vision of childhood freedom. right.
anyway i am rambling here is my tl;dr sadstuck. shu itsuki takes estrogen in paris and then shu itsuki big naturals becomes real and she would learn about a different type of doll dysphoria and it would be very sad and i would support her top surgery.
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Bigger Than Me, live acoustic performance on Sirius XM 9.16.22 (posted 10.2.22)
The thing I love about this performance is how natural and easy Louis sounds, how relaxed and in command. This was by far the best acoustic performance of BTM so far, better than GMA and much better than Elvis Duran.
Just like Louis’ performances of We Made It and Too Young at Sirius XM back in 2019, Bigger Than Me is done with acoustic instruments. The setting is coffeehouse-like but with very expensive studio equipment 😄: good mics, speakers, & acoustic instruments. The accompaniment is barebones. There’s little vocal harmony and almost no backing track (Isaac’s voice doubles Louis’ in the chorus).
This means that there is nowhere for Louis’ voice to hide. As in chamber music, we hear everything: every crack, every pitch correction, every strain in the throat. So Louis’ performance, like a dive off the high board, has to be perfectly executed yet effortlessly easy— and Louis does it. This performance was a tour de force.
One difference with the 2019 performance is that Louis knows this band inside and out, and they know him. After dozens of bathroom warm up exercises, they know how they sound together. They communicate by listening to each other, they can anticipate. There’s a confidence in the air that each man will do what he is supposed to do, that they can adapt to any circumstance. Louis’ implicit trust in his band is evident in his closing his eyes for the entire performance, concentrating only on what he hears. He takes out the left in-ear for the choruses just to hear the balance of the instruments and the accuracy of his belted melody. He’s straight on.
The contrast between Louis singing solo in the second verse (“So come on call me liar/ yeah you’re so quick to judge”) with his smoky emo voice, to the warmth of the male vocal harmony (singing inverted harmony above, “All those voices, all those choices/ I don’t hear them anymore”) makes me want to scream, “I love you, boys!” They simply sound sublime in a loose, honeyed, ambling way. Louis found himself some really good musicians and great people.
Listen to Louis sing the big soaring chorus and hear how strong his central abdominal muscles are. He projects the sound without any throat strain (and takes out his in-ears to listen to himself). Louis isn’t pushing the sound out from the vocal cords, but powering it from a controlled diaphragm and strong abs. His voice sounds powerful without screaming. The vocal cords are vibrating symmetrically and fluidly. Moreover, Louis and the boys have to obtain a beautiful, rounded vocal quality without really using any vibrato (vocal cord vibrations around a frequency)— which is very hard. He is doing theater singing, rock opera singing: a belted voice without too much vibrato, without mic tricks, without synth, without reverb. The tone has to come from shaping the mouth and throat alone, and it’s projected toward the mic.
Most fun of all! We can tell that this is 100% live singing, not lip synching. Smoking and drinking notwithstanding, Louis has been able to keep his high tenor tessatura, and the pure, bell-like tone of his younger voice has taken on a smokier, older, raspier and more complex timbre. What a treat it is when Louis is at his best.
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Bangtan Sonyeondan: Love Yourself - HER
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Release date: September 18 2017
Lead singles: DNA, Mic Drop
So begins the long storyline of the BU, something fans are still creating theories about still to this day. It started when the highlight reel for Grace was released, how she played each female character the boys interacted with then towards the end how she turned into the ‘Dangerous Woman’ from Wings. The HYYH era was going to be Grace’s characters' story and the accumulation of how she guided things from behind, using Jin as her puppet. However, outside of this, LOVE YOURSELF: HER was going to be the beginning of a very long road for Grace and BTS. They had their own songs once again though they wouldn’t be introduced until the second album but it was a very long process and Grace found herself struggling in this era. 
She had released her mixtape just before the album had been announced and she had poured everything she could into that, now she felt empty and unsure of herself. The songs she had written had allowed her to explore who she was as well as the character that had been created - now they were bringing that character back and Grace was completely unsure whether she could do the job properly. It was the first time in a while that she didn’t participate in any writing for the first album of the series, leaving it to the rest of the boys. 
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MIC DROP helped her pick herself up with the Steve Aoki remix allowing her a central position in the dancing, even if she only had a chorus and a few lines to contribute. DNA was also the same, allowing to explore dancing more rather than singing. 
Clothes were reflected on the lightheartedness of the album and the clothes only changed for MIC DROP with black and red coming back for an appearance. Her hair had returned to its natural brown and her make-up was once again kept toned down. Her love for dancing in high heels was now seen more from this era, with many locals being impressed that she could do the choreography for MIC DROP in the heels she had picked without falling over. 
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It was an album of love and feeling light, though in reality Grace felt the opposite of that. The attention of being the only female of BTS was starting to get to her and the limelight in America directly on her at times was making the polished image looked tarnished. Behind the scenes, she was honestly wondering if she wanted to continue this but kept going for her love of the boys, for ARMY and for the love of creating new music. It would be a sentiment the boys would follow not long afterwards. 
FACTS:
Grace is not featured on dimple though she recorded the guide for it as she felt it better to come from the boys alone rather than her. 
She also recorded the guide for Pied Piper, her vocals can still be found in the background even with the lines she was given. Her teasing tone complimented the theme. 
‘Her’ is often referred to Grace, though it’s not often said or revealed.
BANGTAN BOMBS of MIC DROP see her watching the explosions with delight, laughing at Jin and Hobi being scared and backing Jungkook up when Yoongi was trying to wrestle him. 
During a V-LIVE with Namjoon, Grace revealed how hard she tries to keep a straight face during the performances of Go Go because the dance moves are hilarious. There was once her face slipped when Yoongi slapped a heart onto the back pocket of his pants, fan cams recording the moment she started giggling silently.
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Crack thought: Will Izuku “take out” Kurogiri? Izuku hasn’t really fought a Nomu, and he didn’t fight Kurogiri before. At USJ, Kurogiri announced he was there to kill All Might and Izuku reacted but Ochako figured out Kurogiri had a real body. Later, Bakugo blasted Kurogiri and pinned him down (pushing Izuku aside and paving the way for Shoto to help All Might). Izuku didn’t get close to Kurogiri. We also know how strongly Izuku reacted in the war when Aizawa was threatened. And, tactically, Erasure is the only thing keeping ShigAFO remotely in check. If Aizawa gets separated from Monoma, then Monoma’s timer starts counting down for Erasure just as Gearshift runs out. Oh — and if Spinner is also crashing the UA party, imagine ShigAFO and Spinner on one side, Aizawa and Mic on the other side, all trying to reach Kurogiri as Nana’s hand flies through the air….
FWIW, All Might, Endeavor, Aizawa, and Mirko have all brutally fought or “killed” Nomu and fandom didn’t blink. Why? What makes Kurogiri different? Just because we know who his “base” body is? Because he talks? Yes, he has independent thought, but only within parameters created by AFO. Everything Kurogiri is right now defiles Shirakumo the hero, who died saving people. Aizawa can’t stop Kurogiri because he is functionally quirkless and it’s unclear if he can still use his capture weapon and agility to fight. Mic might want to stop Kurogiri, but he just hesitated in the last chapter. He knew the right strategy but (unlike Hawks) he held back from “killing” Kurogiri on the chance his friend was still “in there.”
But, as Gran Torino told Izuku in Central Hospital, “killing” [Kurogiri] might be the way to “save” [Shirakumo], who has been dead for 15 years and unable to rest in peace. Seeing his friend under attack would also rile up Tenko and cause him to take control of ShigAFO, ratcheting up the personal Tenko/Izuku conflict. Fun things to think about!
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Do you think Shirokumo/Kurogiri still has a part to play? His story feels unfinished, but I can’t really see a way for the story to circle back to him with everything else that’s currently going on. I want to believe he’ll pop back up and give Aizawa a new sense of purpose or resolution, but it feels so unlikely.
I really hope so.
I feel like the Aizawa-Present Mic-Shirakumo story still has to be closed, and I still feel like the way to do it is through Shinsou.
Shinsou had a fairly limited role so far in the war arc, and given how long he's been set up as a character, I'm expecting a much bigger contribution from him.
Kurogiri is still at Central Hospital, and we've seen Present Mic is there too. It feels like the battlefields are about to be scrambled, and the heroes basically are out of portal (because Monoma has to keep Erasure up). So their only other way to get Warpgate would be for Shirakumo to take over the Kurogiri nomu.
One way could be Present Mic making an appeal to him and sending help to Aizawa or helping Aizawa to warp somewhere (e.g. getting Bakugou into the hospital asap).
Alternatively, if Spinner breaks through the defenses and frees Kurogiri (which I think is his mission), he himself might want to warp to Shigaraki's location (since caring about him is what he was built to do), and the two would meet again on the battlefield.
If Kurogiri becomes a threat, Shinsou using mind-control on him could free the Shirakumo part (we saw his quirk affecting OFA vestige world, so I feel like it could affect a nomu's identity soup too).
Whatever way it may happen - if Shirakumo took control of Kurogiri and gave the hero side Warp Gate, it could be a game-changer in the battle.
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kamiporterbridges · 2 years
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Stray, speculative biology, and you
CW: biological horror, congregations, scoopophobia, general zurk fuckery
We all know about zurks - those horrible little critters whose chatter makes me go into a wild violent frenzy. We know where they come from, what their weakness is, and what their goals are; that is, to eat everything and everyone.
So what’s the deal?
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Zurks, as we meet them in-game, are gummy, tick-like creatures that chew on our feline protatonist and, well, everything else. They congregate and attack at once, but they don't seem outwardly malicious. They're another enviromental hazard the game throws the player's way.
As the game progresses, however, and especially during the sewers, we see clusters and a thick, organic infestation where zurks seem to hatch from.
Suddenly, we meet these fucks.
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*leans into mic* what the fuck?
And it only gets worse once the player finds what seem to be the central cluster of zurks.
The game never outwardly explains what the fuck these nightmares are. But if we dig a little deeper, we might be able to make some educated guesses.
Zurk were created by Neco Corp, a waste disposal company that now upholds a police state at The Center. They were a smart bacteria able to eat trash, aimed to solve the problem of waste disposal inside walled cities after mandatory quarantine was established.
But humans were completely wiped by the plague more than 7 million years before the events of the game, if the Companion's estimations are correct. And in a dark enviroment full of food, the zurk thrived.
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Yeah that'd be a nope from me. But what are those eyes, then?
Once again during the sewers segment, the eyes appear alerted by the player's actions - both movement, proximity, and sound. They follow the player around, and "summon" zurks when they get too close.
The possibilities are open enough, but I personally believe that behavior shows more awareness than the largely oblivious and easily tricked zurk. When the eyes are on the player the zurk are more coordinated, able to path track in a way they usually seem unable to, and that makes them all the more dangerous.
So I'd like to propose a theory: what if the zurk are just digestive enzimes, or the equivalent of white cells?
They respond to the player's proximity, they eat strange foreign objects that enter their ever-expanding territory, and they begin to die if exposed to conditions contrary to their enviroment - that is, uv radiation. It would make sense for them to attack and latch onto the players, and the Companions that roam inside the zurk-infested zone.
But what are those eyes???
That's easy: that's the trash-eating bacteria, evolved into a complex, multi-cellular entity with awareness of its surroundings and a sophisticated immune/digestive system, after 7 million years of evolution.
Speculative fiction is neat aint it?
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So, this is a WIP story which I may or may not continue. I don’t really like the characters that I have for this, so I might use the Belmont siblings for this. But it’s a Predator romance, you know the Predators from the Predator movies. But this is what I have for the first chapter, tell me what you guys think!
First I wanted to do female OC X Male Predator. But I’m leaning more towards Male OC X Male Predator or Male OC X Female Predator. I’m still thinking about it though.
It’s a kind of introduction chapter, so it will be very detailed heavy.
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It was late at night with no one outside or any cars in the streets. The city that never sleeps, New York. And with good reason, it was snowing heavily with snow coating the buildings and streets like a thick layer of frosting. It was like a stereotypical Christmas morning, very quiet, peaceful, and beautiful. It was around twelve midnight when the quiet was disturbed as a large figure ran across the rooftops, carrying what looked like a person thrown across their shoulder. The figure was large and didn’t seem to be having any trouble running across the slippery rooftops. Their footsteps were loud across the metal and snow fell onto the streets below, some lights from windows turned on at the disturbance but the figure paid no mind, they ignored everything and grunted as they looked over their shoulder when the loud sound of a helicopter came over the buildings. A bright spotlight seemed to be looking for something and it seemed to have spotted the figure but when it passed over the buildings, there wasn’t anything.
The snow didn’t seem to be disturbed and there were no tracks stopping randomly or continuing. “We lost the target. I repeat, the target is lost.” A soldier said into his mic as the helicopter surveyed the area for a few more minutes before flying off, still looking for the figure. Unknown to them, the figure had been there the whole time, only they were camouflaging into the building as they hung from it. They were also still holding the person, a woman with deep red hair wearing a hospital gown. The figure grunted once again as they climbed back up and continued to run across the rooftops to their destination. Ten minutes later, they finally arrived at their destination. It was in the middle of the Central Park and they made their way to the ship, pressing a button on their control pad on their arm the door slid open. The ship was camouflaged so it looked like a door suddenly opened in the middle of the park, it climbed up the ramp and looked back at the snowy city as the door slid closed with a hiss.
Inside the ship it was much warmer, humid even with fog lazily rolling across the metal floor and licking the ankles of the being. They dropped the camouflage, and their body came into view. The being was clearly male with bone like shoulder armor that covered his shoulders to the elbow. His skin was scale-like, almost like a lizard or snake. The color was a dark gray with golden brown patches that dotted his skin. His body was very muscular, built for fighting and running. He stood tall, around seven or eight feet. He had on a harness that was also bone-like, it covered half of his chest, leaving the rest of his scale like stomach exposed.
He had on a fishnet top that covered his torso, arms, and hands, it seemed to cover his full body because his thighs and legs were also covered with the fish net as well. He had a loin cloth that was armored. On the left side, there were two or three pouches, each of different size, some daggers were also on the left side. On the right was a small box, the size of a small dinner plate, next to the box were more pouches and a canteen. There was a large codpiece that covered his crotch and a belt that held up the whole loincloth, hanging from the sides of the codpiece were decorative strings and the whole thing was a dull gold. There were thick straps that wrapped around his muscular thighs, there didn’t seem to be any use for the straps only for decoration.
He had shin guards that were also bone-like and had calf guards that were the same bone as material as the rest of his armor, it was a dull golden color. He had no shoes as his feet were reptilian with deadly looking talons on the tips. On his hands were fingerless gloves that were made of a black leather, on his right arm was a gauntlet type of piece, it wasn’t too bulky but as he lifted his arm, he flipped open a lid that revealed a screen with red symbols that clearly weren’t human. The faint light from the screen bounced off his mask which covered his whole face, it was also the same bone as material of his armor, dull gold with a pitch-black visor that covered the eyes. The mask itself looked like a dinosaur skull, two crests that curved around the mask and made the visor looked to be in a permanent glare. The bottom of the mask wasn’t smooth and had a gas mask like structure built into the mask. Along the sides of his mask and draping across his shoulders were black dreads that had golden rings.
He still had the woman across his shoulder, and she did not move an inch, but she was still breathing. He seemed to be ignoring her for now as he typed a few things on the screen and the lights flicked on. The ship hummed to life and a few seconds later, it let off a low rumble as it took off from the ground. The male shifted the woman on his shoulder and began walking down the hall and stopped outside a door, placing his hand on a scanner, the door hissed open and he walked in.
The room he walked in was a bedroom; a large bed was pushed against the wall with a round window that showed the pitch-black vastness of space with the occasional planet shooting pass. The bed was unmade, thick covers were bunched up and some armor had been thrown on it. On one side of the room sat a desk that was covered in many things, pieces of weapon parts, some containers of what looked to be food and leaning against the desk were a few spears. On the wall in front of the desk was a wall of different weapons, spears, knives, odd looking guns. On the other side of the room was another table with a few skulls, some human and non-human. Near the table was another room, the door was open and there was a hanging sink, a bathroom.
The male walked over and moved the armor from the bed, tossing it lightly to the side and gently placed the woman on the bed. She groaned gently, turning her head to the side, her red hair messy and was splayed over her face and some of the pillow like blood. She had on a white hospital gown that hugged her curvy form, she didn’t have any socks on or really anything else but the gown. She looked human…but something was off.
The woman’s skin was a golden brown that was leathery in appearance and had snake-like scales that were seen along her neck, arms, thighs, legs and some on her feet. Her hands also had scales with her nails looking like small knives, her feet had scales on the top and her toes had talons. The male watched her for a few more seconds before turning and leaving the room, the door closed with a hiss and he walked down the hall to the control room. It was quiet in the ship as he sat down in a large chair and turned to the control panel. He clicked a few buttons on the panel and a holographic screen appeared, a few seconds later a figure that looked like the male appeared. They nodded their head and the male sat up, fixing himself.
“The woman is with me. They had others but they were…failures. She is pure, perfect.” His voice rang deep in the ship, sounding muffled by the mask. His voice was husky, low, and rough. The alien language he spoke were clicks, purrs and growls. The figure nodded their head once and turned their head slightly, looking off to the side.
“Good. We have the others; she will make a fine addition. If she performs well. Good work, Thoga-Hu.”
“Thank you, Elder.” Thoga-Hu said proudly, nodding his head once. The hologram faded and the male leaned back in the chair as he watched the stars shoot past his ship. It was only a matter of time before they arrived at his planet, then the real test would begin.
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1997 Dublin - Number 7 - Paul Oscar - "Minn Hinsti Dans"
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It's a quirk of the Eurovision random draw that was in place in 1997 that it manages to put certain songs in certain positions. For instance, Turkey always had a draw in the top half every year from 1985 to 1997. Mostly they were drawn in the first five songs. The only year this didn't happen was 1994, when they'd been relegated and didn't take part. There are enough artefacts of non-randomness to lead to the suspicion that someone was fixing things to a degree.
Another of those other quirks is the tendency of the more controversial or idiosyncratic songs to be drawn last in the running order. That happened in 1994 with Je Suis un Vrai Garçon. Here in 1997 there's Paul Oscar and four latex-clad, highly flexible women literally draped on a sofa. Paul is not only the first openly gay man to sing at Eurovision, but his staging is so sexual, so decadent, so overt, that to this day it makes you stop what you're doing to pay attention.
It's one of the first Eurovision acts where staging is an essential part of the performance. This isn't just a man standing in PVC trousers, singing into a mic. This is a man acting, dancing, moving in a choreographed way while singing. He has a cheek-mic. He has a prop. An actual stage prop that he interacts with. His dancers interact with him and also sell the message of the song. It's not a high-energy bopathon, it's a louche, lascivious, serpentine pose of a song. This performance has had so much thought and design put into it, it eclipses any other Eurovision staging to this point it time.
Somehow that white sofa is the most outlandish thing on this stage. There have been small props incorporated into acts going way back to the 1950s, but this the first time a whole act has been set around a central large prop like this by a delegation. There there are the camera angles and editing. They've been planned and programmed perfectly to fit to the track. Paul's moves are choreographed with that camera in mind.
This may all be commonplace now, but just look at the all the other songs in 1997 and notice how they nearly all start with a held establishing wide-shot of the stage, before cutting to a shot of an instrument or the singer before they start the first verse. Iceland begin with a close-up of one of the dancers panning along her body, then up to Paul's face via his fully spread crotch. The first cut is when he suddenly reveals his eyes from behind his bejewelled hands halfway through the first verse. It's perfect.
Minn Hinsti Dans (My Final Dance) is a self-penned, restrained, club track with pumping drum and bass track supporting the orchestra's contribution of legato strings and occasional harp flourish. It's a song from the final night of extravagance before The End. A night for caviar, bubble baths and blowing away everything that remains. It ends with the percussive pulse slowing as the song's heart stops. Regret is a dirty word. There is only the most unabashed and shameless pleasure until that final beat.
It didn't win, the juries were far too shocked to give it any points. Notably all bar two of the points it did get were from the five countries with 100% televoting. Sweden gave it 8 and the UK gave it 6. Paul Oscar jolted the Eurovision audience awake in so many different ways. This, this, is what we wanted. The directors of the various delegations must have been furiously taking notes. This could be entered in 2024 and do exceptionally well.
This wasn't the start of Paul's career, but it's the very solid foundation on which he's built a long CV of activism, recording, DJing and being one of the better known faces of Iceland's LGBTQ+ community. Truly one of Eurovision's pioneers.
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