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[getblammed]

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Pico hadn’t been intending on dropping in on another one of Mike’s rap battles, it wasn’t like he was constantly following the guy, but he’d been in the area, and the person Mike was rapping against was clearly getting particularly pissed off about losing. The sore loser had gone to step forward and strike the singer out of anger, only to be harshly winded by a sudden stomp to the gut courtesy of Pico, taking the opponent clean off their feet. Sure, Mike could likely handle himself in a fight, but Pico had acted first. Looking back to him, his brows were furrowed.

“ Gotta act fast when they get pissy, man. What if that guy had a knife on ‘im, huh? ”

[lgcseojin]

PRESENT TENSE ✱ @lgcsehun

Refuge from the mundanity of schedules comes in the form of a trip to Hongdae. He strolls down the streets he used to own as a teenager with a mask now, concealing a face he still cannot grasp as being more known than before. His eyes travel along each passerby stomping down the colorful pavement, some speaking, some latched together by the arms. He brushes past quietly — alone, in his rare pursuit for time to himself. Perhaps he is still jetlagged from his recent overseas return. ( The lack of sleep certainly rests heavy beneath each eye. )

Seojin rounds into a familiar alley, shoulder pressed against the concrete wall. The mural of a coiled serpent-like creature hovers across the door, its mouth crushing a a guitar. The dimming sky in the sliver of space above lends space for the neon signs to glow brighter. He makes sure to hop up slightly, palm pressing against the vibrant neon green words that read 'Tapeworm'.

The venue is as lively as usual, people packed into every corner they can to get a better view of the live music acts that rotate on the narrow stage. Familiar faces behind the bar spot and wave to get his attention for a quick word or the gift of his usual ( non-alcoholic ) drink. His eyes scan the crowd in search of an empty table — and he is quick to realize there are none to be found save for one chair.

A soft sigh leaves him, muffled by the gentle rattling of drums. He slides into the seat with his head bowed before lifting it to meet gazes with the person across from him. Seojin has mastered the ability of concealing his rolled eyes but the sneer on his lips could use some fine tuning.

"Fuckin' hell..."

[talesofourworlds]

Bad end starter for @mathcs

As if things weren't bad enough in the world, it had started to rain some time ago. The already gloomy appearance of Lake Epsilla just seemed amplified by the bad weather and the miasma permeating the air. How long had it been now since he'd learned Milla, Jude, and the others had died? Weeks? Months?

Does it even matter?

Jude had been working so hard to make spyrites work. Milla had given them extra time to make sure things would work out. Now both of them and their friends were gone, and Ivar was left to deal with the aftermath. All the same, he was no closer to trying to avenge any of them. He'd only really been surviving and doing what he could for people and animals he saw that were in trouble. Outside of that, the only things keeping him going were the desire to do something about the present state of things and the knowledge that Milla probably wouldn't have wanted him to wallow. Carrying on was hard, though. The task was harder still when the world seemed to be falling apart at every possible way. But he kept going. He had to. For Milla, Jude, and everyone else.

A low rumble of thunder brought Ivar out of his thoughts. Seemed like the storm was likely to get worse before it got better. A reflection of the world, perhaps? Or was that too poetic? Either way, he kept walking and eventually let his gaze drift down to the ground. The dirt seemed to have been disturbed as if someone had walked along the same path he was taking recently. His eyes grew wider.

Is someone else out here?

Anyone else might have stopped to think about it for a moment longer. If there was someone there, they could have been from Spirius or just someone that wouldn't be too happy to see him there. Ivar didn't care, though. Common sense was thrown to the side in favor of finding out who else would be daring enough to be in the gloom and rain. He ran forwrad.

As he rounded a bit large sort of outcropping of rocks, Ivar stopped dead in his tracks with his breath caught in his throat. This... wasn't possible. It shouldn't have been possible. But that hair... those clothes...

"N...no way."

"Jude?!"

Maybe the hair was slightly different, Ivar realized as he looked a bit closer. That also could have been the rain's doing. This had to be some sort of trick, though, right? Maybe... maybe he was a Jude from a fractured dimension like the other Milla, he tried to reason. Jude was supposed to be dead. All of his friends were, too. But there was no mistaking the way the other boy carried himself. Disbelief gave way to a moment of relief. If that really was Jude, then someone he knew was still alive.

He wouldn't be alone anymore.

[daydreambelievcr]

( kingpin trailer park, addy's place, morning, september 18 ) @smckesprite, addison

"This is the new digs, huh?" the former starlet wondered, a look of fascination on her face as she turned in a circle and took in the décor of her older brother's living room, complete with the habitat Dusty had recently installed for Addy's pet frog. She hadn't been to his place since he first arrived in Alaska, when her main task was to help unload boxes out of the moving truck, the home still a blank canvas devoid of any real personality (entirely unbecoming for a member of their colorful family, in her humble opinion). But now that they'd been in town for several weeks, acclimating to life in Anchorage, the blonde couldn't resist appearing at their doorstep with a bundle of sunflowers in hand. Her heart was so full having her family back together again, the four of them in the same city for the first time in over a decade, and she couldn't wait a minute longer to make herself right at home in his space. "Oh, it's already so cozy in here!" she declared with certainty, clutching her hands together. "Now you have to tell me what you're still missing so I can buy you a proper house-warming gift. It doesn't have to be anything practical, and money's no object either, so pick out whatever your heart desires. Go nuts!" she insisted, plopping herself down on their couch in an unceremonious heap. "Sooo, how are you adjusting to the move, oppa?" she asked in a softer tone, patting the spot beside her as a signal for him to join her.

[biancamoreno]

Status: closed @izadorable

Location: Juju's

Tilting her head, Bianca examines herself, her eyes moving across her reflection as her hands run across the fabric clinging to her frame. Instead of remaining confined in the fitting room, she opts to use the floor length tri-fold mirror on display in the store. The lighting is better, and sometimes a good dress needs an audience. Turning a little and taking in her appearance from a new angle, her gaze shifts, naturally landing on none other than Isadora at not too far a distance. Slowly, a smile spreads across her lips. She can’t help herself. “Can you give me a second?” Bianca says to the sales associate assisting her, relieving them from their post at her side. “Isadora, hi. How are you?” She smiles at their reflections, offering a little wave. “Oh, just so you know, babe. They have security cameras around the store. I was here one time when some girl got caught pocketing things she couldn’t afford. Poor thing. I’d hate to see the same thing happen to you,” Bianca says in a way that might've come across as genuine and sincere if the words had not been so condescending. She goes back to admiring herself.  “But if you’re just window shopping then by all means, don’t mind me.”

[shouga-nai]

@roleplay-abiogenesis2 || A New Dawn

"Awfully kind of them to provide us with supplies for the road," Hakkai remarked, fairly chipper as they set off bright and early that morning. He had with him a backpack full of necessities that, if his calculations were to be relied upon, should be just enough to last them until they reach the next town.

...Though it'd perhaps do them well to ration perishables, considering they were travelling on foot.

Those townspeople back there had been tremendously hospitable, that upon expressing desire to pay back in any possible way, Hakkai was only met with polite decline from the homeowner. Still, he had at least helped a little with cleaning and breakfast.

There was the warning given so thoughtfully just as the duo were about to leave: 'There's been news of conflict near the midway point from here to the next town. Rumor has it that it's the work of a hidden youkai camp ambushing travelers. I can't say how reliable these rumors are, but please take care regardless.' Was the gist of it.

Well, that's something worth noting.

"According to this map, it should take us at least... two whole days to reach our destination." And that's under the assumption that they'd make use of every second of daylight.

"So unless we're lucky enough to find an inn in the middle of nowhere, I'm afraid camping out is inevitable-" He looked to Hazel. Surely the Bishop was accustomed to that after having travelled from afar, right?

[gaytheropods]

[ID: a cartoon-styled comic of Floyd and Creek from Trolls. Floyd is a blue troll with facial scruff and spiky white and pink hair, and he is wearing earrings, a green vest, and black shorts. He is carrying a crutch on his right side.

Creek is a light purple troll with freckles and tall, blue and green hair. He is wearing earrings and yellow pants.

Panel one: Floyd is standing beside Creek and asks, "Aren't you the traitor troll?" Creek looks slyly away and says, "Pff maybe."

Panel two: Floyd narrows his eyes unamusedly.

Panel three: Floyd is holding the end of his crutch to Creek's chest and seriously says, "Yes or no?" Creek is taking a step backwards with his hands up and says, "He- Hey! Weren't you the chill one?" Floyd responds, "Answer the question." End ID]

Aren’t you???

[rebelichor]

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The thoughts of others often blurred into the background. Like a constant white noise in the city, louder among the thick of crowds but ever-present even when there seemed to be few others outside. That was how above-plate tended to be. Even when there seemed to be no one around there were always crowds gathered into buildings and transport.

It was part of the reason Ariadne found enjoyment picking through the scrap under-plate. There were areas where there seemed to be few others — and that was that. It was quieter. A place where she could sometimes even hear the voice of her own thoughts clearly.

That soon changed when another soul walked closer. A person's thoughts were their own. And while the teenager struggled to block it out completely, she didn't make a habit of listening in... not until now.

It was almost comical the way that she suddenly appeared from the scrap heap. Like a meerkat on alert until she spotted the owner of the many, many thoughts. Like whispers. Calming in a way, unsettling in another. It was as though the woman contained hundreds of voices within. But the moment the woman spotted her, it started to slip away... like she could control it...

"Hey — Miss, wait!"

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: That's the original, dude. I have a really cool hat dude– damn, look, I'm going to bring you my hat– [He walks off-camera]

Missa: Guys, we don't have much time, we don't have much time– Roier, Roier– Quackity faked the moon landing. You need to know. You need to know. We have to tell them– we're taking advantage of the opportunity to tell them, ok? If you see photos of the moon landing, Quackity faked them—

Roier:

[anastacialy]

tracked down this clip just because of this post! have jokes from skizz and scar

[dvnieldraws]

acau & chunsik! [qsmp]

[ofthevanyar]

Amarië’s steps slowed as she approached her cottage, shifting the basket of laundry on her hip. This…this was not a normal traveler seeking her wisdom. They would have made themselves comfortable, sprawling out in the grass, or sitting on the garden bench to await her return.

“All-Father,” she greeted, coming to stand beside him, voice reverent. It seemed rather coarse to meet him like this - in a worn chore-dress with a basket of laundry on her hip. But, she would not send Odin away, and tell him to come back later. Still, it was strange that Odin would come to her, rather than to Hel’s halls to find the Goddess.

“She usually comes on the new moon. I believe she went to Gjöll.” Would she be betraying Hel by answering? She hoped not. But she also wasn’t quite sure what to do when faced with Odin.

“Please, All-Father, won’t you come in for a meal?” She was ever the gracious hostess.

@ofthevanyar got swooped by Ratatoskr on his way to Níðhǫggr.

Old one eye watched with an intense curiosity, this woman he had met before. He turned his head to the side as he tightened his jaw. Yes. This woman was not new to Hel's service.

Not new at all.

He knew Loki's daughter had the means, no, the right to tinker and toy with the fates of Midgardians as she pleased. But it still didn't sit right. Longevity was not meant for beings less than his ilk. He wondered what Elli would have to say, being kept away. Wondered how the balance would be altered.

He kept his wonderings to himself.

"Where's she gone?" He asked, tipping his chin towards the building they both stood before. He didn't bother with a formal greeting. Didn't see the point. "When will she return."

[uniiiquehecrt]

Voice actors are NOT the same as actors.

It takes a specific kind of skill-set and training to be able to warp and meld the voice. It takes a certain kind of talent and dedication to hone that talent into the ability to meld the voice and invoke emotion with one's voice alone. Actors are used to using their voice secondarily to their body language and their facial expressions. It's all mirrored back on camera. They do have nuance. But it's a different kind of nuance and a different kind of training to produce that nuance.

Voice actors might get their likeness transposed on their character's design, and maybe their mannerisms might seep into the character's animation. But when it's all said and done: their presence is in their voice. They are bringing a character to life, showing that emotion in their voice, trying to keep a specific accent, drawl, pitch, tone in that voice and keep it consistent for their recording sessions.

The voice actor is like a classically trained musician who can play first chair in a competitive, world-renown orchestra. The actor (who fills the voice actor's role) is like a moot who played violin in beginner and intermediate high school orchestra and thinks they can get into Juilliard with that 2-4 years of experience.

This doesn't mean that the HS orchestra moot can't play. They can even be really good at it. Maybe they won competitions and sat first chair. But they are not in the same league as the person who's been training their whole lives and lives and breathes to hone their craft using the instrument and all of the training they've ever acquired to perfect it. They are not meant for the same roles. They are not in the same caliber. You do not hire the HS equivalent when you want to play complex music in a competitive orchestra.

Actors are not the same as voice actors.

And furthermore, actors - especially big name actors - taking the roles of animated characters for big budget films or TV pilots makes no sense anyways when - at least in the case of TV pilots - there's not a point to hiring a big budget actors anyways. That money could be used elsewhere (like paying your animators), and the talent that is brought onto the screen for X character could then be hired on to voice said character no recasting required.

I wouldn't say voice acting as a profession is in danger exactly, but it's certainly being disrespected and overlooked for celebrity clout, and this has ALWAYS been an issue. Shoot, even Robin Williams knew that much - which is why he tried so hard not to be used as a marketing chess piece for Aladdin and got royally pissed off when it happened anyways. People shouldn't go to any movie (but especially not animated films) because "oh famous actor is in it". People should go because it's a good movie and the voice acting is good.

People who honest to god think that voice actors are replaceable because "oh well anyone can voice act" or "I like xyz celebrity so naturally it'll be good" ... Honestly I just wish you'd reassess your priorities because you're missing the point and are part of the problem.

Voice Actors ≠ Actors.

[silverorchideon]

He tells Me to ask you to remember him...

You won't.

HELLO.

Fanart for the au, Slay The Watcher, made by @blueishspace!!! A story told through polls and your choices, it's really fun!

After making some TTSBC fanart, I wanted to make some for StW, since it's a very interesting au!!

This isn't any particular scene in StW, I just wanted to capture the vibes of it. I definitely do recommend following the au and supporting Space!

[shevaults]

travelling with hancock has become ... confusing. of course, this is entirely nora's fault. or maybe it's nobody's, in truth, because can she really be blamed? the simple fact of the matter is that hancock provides a level of safety that nora finds her subconscious grasping at desperately, a sort of comfort that nate once provided but yet so ... different. nora can't place it. all she knows is that in the heat of battle, in the most fucked up of situations, hancock will come out with some amusing, smart-ass little quip and she'll lap it riiiight up as the weight from her shoulders lifts—if only for a moment. hancock feels like a breath of fresh air, and nora knows that's dangerous. finding themselves stopped for the night, the sole survivor can't help but glance over at hancock across the flickering campfire between them. sometimes he's like an open book, but other times ... well, other times he seriously makes nora question her people reading skills. in an effort to make conversation, she begins, " you know, you never ask me about before the war. "

she doesn't look at him as she lays on the sleeping bag set out below her; instead, her gaze focuses on the stars above. her eyes search for the same constellations she watched for years ago, and nate's words of reassurance before he left for war sound in her head: i'll still be under the same sky and stars, hon. not anymore, he isn't. nora barely hides a grimace at the memory before she turns her head in hancock's direction. " i don't mind, you know. if that's what you're worried about. " that could very well be a lie, but right now it feels like the truth... and nora does love to talk about pre-war anything. " so ... fire away. we can play twenty questions. " god. what is she, fifteen? / @mayormentats