#(but adding the static effect was fun)

[ask-heathermason]

What are your thoughts on horror movies? Did your time in Silent Hill traumatize you or is it more to the effect that nothing will be as scary as experiencing it in reality?

That's more of an answer than you bargained for. But I didn't want to leave you all thinking that Silent Hill did nothing, just because I can still watch horror movies or whatever.

[socallmedaisy]

absolutely obsessed with the implications of the different versions of the ballad now we have the full picture. it really is a masterclass in songwriting.

we start with nicky's version. the road is a metaphor for death, but it's about acceptance ("tame your fears, a door appears, the time has come to go"). it resolves musically, we end on the note we began on. it's in a major key, it sounds happy. it's a fun little tune.

agatha takes this and twists it in the version that plays over the montage of her killing covens. some of the chords are the same (A and D in the chorus) but they're minor versions now. it sounds dark and sad. agatha is grieving. when the other witches join in the harmonies are sinister, adding notes from the minor key. this becomes canonised in the sacred chant version: for 260 years agatha has been stuck grieving nicky.

enter lorna wu. her version is in a different key (p sure it's E flat major at the start). there are still some minor chords but the overall effect isn't the same, it's a major key. partly this is a trick of the instruments and the rock/pop vibe but we know there's a still a mother's grief about not being able to save her child (and herself?) in there, but she's more positive about this than agatha was: she accepts her own death, and she will protect alice if she can, but ultimately the road is still a metaphor about death and everyone walks it, but this time lorna changes the lyrics (the door doesn't appear to death in this version, it appears "to love that never dies" the people we love stay with us after death). and then the bridge. now a bridge musically takes us somewhere new, quite often it signals a key change, a turning point in the lyrics, something shifting. here I think the function is to show us that lorna is not accepting of agatha's static version of the ballad that has stayed the same (unable to move past her grief). the key modulates to a minor one (I think it's A minor), it's sad as lorna tells alice that though lorna will die, she'll always be with her: "if I can't reach you... if I can't hold you, remember what I told you". I think it's significant the last chorus is "we" go down, down, down the road. everyone walks the road to death. it's part of life. agatha can't accept this, but lorna does. she'll see alice at the end.

[nekohooch]

Otakon was amazing. Finally getting to wear my Azem summoning circle gown in person was so much fun. I had multiple people stopping me to gush over my costume and people from HERE telling me they saw it online and were so excited to see it in person. I haven’t been to a con since right before the pandemic and it was so nice to come back to a space I love so much. My goal of someone knowing what I was without me explaining was reached (thanks to the ffxiv photoshoot)! And I can’t wait to see the pictures of the group photo shoot. I added more details to the costume and (minus the stars which were my nemesis falling off the whole day) everything was perfect.

The gown itself took about 100 hours total. 85 originally and 15 to add finishing touches. The top is gold lamé and the chiffon overlay was ripping so I removed it. I have a whole costume breakdown under the tag for the original dress creation.

The necklace has an Azem summoning stone that my fantastic friends brought me from Fanfest which I repurposed. The most added details are the stars. I felt the black spots between the p design and the beams was a bit too big and wanted something to bridge the gap. I also considered adding my statics job symbols in the circles but they keep changing jobs XD

I added some more filigree details to the main Azem design in the front of the gown and individual rhinestones to each of the right angle v filigree and each of the small mirrored circles that make up the big circles because I’m extra along with a gold ribbon for the hem

Then I decided to add lights

Again because I’m extra

I don’t have skill with LEDs so I used individual 6ft fairy lights with tiny battery packs. I painted each battery pack black because the white shows through the skirt especially when lit up. There are about 75-90 battery packs I lost count at 2 am on Wednesday honestly ahaha. I looped them twice up and down so the effect would be less spaced out but I might edit that in the future if I figure LEDs and how to get more powerful ones because they weren’t really strong enough for 10 hours (you can faintly see them in the pictures above) and I kept turning them off when I sat. I used the same petticoat but added a hoop skirt because I was wearing tennis shoes (sadly sensible instead of fashionable) instead of my platform boots.

When people complimented me I would ask if they wanted to see my favorite part (which is spinning) and the laughs and gasps of delight were fantastic. Overall I’m so fucking proud of this costume. Thank you to all of you fab people from the FFXIV coordination who said such kind things I’m so flattered and lovingly overwhelmed. It was an amazing return to cosplay.

[radiance1]

GIW scientist: "What was the one thing we specifically told you to do."

GIW Guard: "Not get attached..."

GIW scientist: "What was the one thing we specifically told you not to do."

GIW Guard: "Get attached..."

GIW scientist: "And what did you do?"

GIW Guard: "Get attach-"

GIW scientist: "YOU GOT A-FUCKING-TTACHED!"

===

The GIW finally managed to get their hands on the Phantom menace, thankfully helped by the recent changes in the ghost in a Moth-like direction, and with the recent explosion giving it an orphan status, it was all too easy to get the ghost into their hands.

Of course, there was the ghost's godfather, but a few government tricks and he was erased from having any to all connection with the thing.

But due to it being the Phantom menace, it was quite difficult to control. So that lead to one scientist having the brilliant (sarcasm) idea to run a test that made it more... manageable.

That somehow involved it becoming a child, with the added and original plus with its powers no longer being easily controlled by it. But that, paired with a child-like mind didn't become well.

At the very least, it was easier to physically subdue when it wasn't throwing a tantrum. But they encountered another problem that came as an unintentional side-effect.

It was cute.

Like a stuff toy you would sleep with as a child, or a show with a cutesy art style and anything that just made one go "Awww" and that? That was a problem.

The guards just didn't have to become attached, and everything shouldn't been fine. But one of them did and that somehow lead to the thing escaping and that was highly annoying.

Oh well, it shouldn't have gotten too far, all things considered. Various injuries aside, its powers do not come as easily as it did to it before, and there were not many times to practice ones such as flight.

It will come back to their hands, either forcefully, or willingly.

===

Danny, fully pumped on adrenaline and fear, has been pushing himself to fly for he doesn't even know how long. But he's becoming very tired, and can feel his power slipping from his fingertips.

Or maybe that was the blood, he couldn't tell.

He kept going, pushing himself farther past his limit to just, escape. But he couldn't do so forever, he had to drop sometime, and that time seemed to be coming closer with each and every passing second.

Eventually, he dropped, and he quickly tried to do that gliding thing he was kinda good at. It helped, though he did hit into a few trees, here and there, but he got down to the forest floor, fell, got up, and forced himself to walk.

His vision was really fuzzy, everything he touched felt like static beneath his fluffy hands and feet, and he could hear everything so clearly yet nothing at all.

He just had to keep walking, and he would be okay.

Just persevere, and everything would turn out okay.

Everything would be, okay.

He just had to keep moving.

Even if his legs felt like static, his chest burning and his wings dragging behind him as he found it harder and harder to breath as black started to eat away at his vision.

Everything would be okay.

He just had to persevere.

Eventually, he couldn't, falling to the forest floor as his eyes slowly dropped as black consumed his vision.

He couldn't persevere.

===

So, Killer Moth was just in a forest, as one would, looking for quite the rare specimen of Moth larvae that he could use in his plot to take over Jump City.

Why this forest?

It was pretty far away from Jump City, that's why. No pesky Titans to interrupt his search here, which happened once, wasn't fun might he add.

During said collection, he found what looked to be a child passed out on the forest floor.

Now, any reasonable person would question why there was a child on the forest floor, which he was tempted to do, before realizing that said child is perhaps an escaped experiment, based on the precise wounds upon his body.

Said child was a moth humanoid.

He didn't like that, someone tried to take his theme!

Oh well, their loss, his gain. Another moth to add to his ever-growing army, and his another he could use in his attempt to take over Jump City.

Also, finder's keepers.

[alexthebordercollie]

I plan to draw and post some more Shifter Twins art and Hand of God soon but wanted to knock out some Bill stuff I've had on my mind for a while. This was fun to draw. Thinking through how these 2d beings would interact with objects and the like.

Moreover, my headcannon that Bill was disabled. Because of the placement of his eye Bill could see the stars but couldn't see the world around him. He can kind of see other euclids in his peripheral vision but only barely. You see him in the drawings look in the direction of people's voices and he can vaguely make out colors out of the corner of his eye.

I also gave him a feeding tube. Assuming the others also eat with their eyes like Bill does (The eye retracted into their body and the orifice becomes a mouth.) Bill can't eat normally because his mouth is in the middle of his body so he had to have a small feeding tube surgically constructed as a baby. After ascending to the third dimension he simply sealed up that old feeding tube so you'd never know now that he used to depend on it. He uses his cane to help him navigate and his mother is especially smothering of her disabled son.

I also added the silvery static in his eye to imply some kind of inflammation or damage. A side effect of the medication they have him on. Medication that's gradually taking away the vision he very much does have but is a confusing inconvenience to those around him.

Some other neat details about his world. Euclids limbs squish and stretch and move like noodles. They can move in any direction as there's no actual gravity the way we think of it. They turn their heads by rotating their whole body and the connection of the limbs to the body can shift and change as needed. So if they rotate they can rotate the limbs with or shift them to different sides of their body to maintain their general positon.

[n3ptoonz]

mind writing for the Earthrealm men getting caught masturbating by the reader??👀

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to getting caught ���� 👊🏾 by reader

warnings: suggestive; a lil steamy, i play too much (was sick and ovulating while writing this help me god), GERAS SPOTTED???

reverse roles here

Johnny Cage

Left the door open on purpose. WIDE OPEN. There he lied on his silk linens, blasting Marvin Gaye and going to town without taking his eyes off the door. Honestly wouldn't be surprised if he added a sexy ninja mime (i will never stop referencing past games) to act out him getting caught

When you "catch" him all you can do is facepalm, but it's outta love. Expect to have him let loose 50 cheesy pick up lines, dick in hand and all. Like he would still jerk it like he wasn't stuttering over his words once you took over

If you join the cheesy line fun, he may or may not cum on the spot. He loves when you're playful back. And tease him a lot. But like. Way more than he teases you. He can and will fall in love all over again (he will also bust quickly to this too. MULTIPLE times)

Raiden

This cutie pie. Snookums bbg. Blushing like a fool because you managed to overhear him utter your name multiple times in a hushed voice dripping with lust

I fully see him falling out of his bed and scrambling to pull his covers down with him just to cover his lower half. He gets even more nervous when he sees you not even attempting to leave, but instead having an inviting look on your face

Cue the comically loud gulp sound effect. His pretty brown eyes never left your figure, sitting on the hardwood floor with a painful erection between his thighs under a rather comfortable blanket. You'd have to ask if he wants help from your own lips, otherwise no sound would be in the room other than steady breathing and his heart thumping loud as hell (he says yes at the speed of light)

Smoke

Deer in headlights. One minute ago he was furiously zerkin it like there was no tomorrow, slutty sounds escaping his lips with no shame. Now he's like...oh...! You heard that..? Ahahah..

Would apologize so many times he ends up doing it in Czech. Please tell him it's okay😭In fact you'd only shut him up by telling him it was hot

Activates self indulgence beam I think...he'd be into it if you told him to finish what he started. Like sitting in a chair and watching him and he's not allowed to close his eyes- IM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF (fic idea huehue)(if you write it before me, tag me.) But also albeit he stumbles over his words, he'd find some sort of way to ask for your help

Geras

WHAT!!! GERAS I KNOW WTF WHAT yeah he may be an immortal being but the man has his own needs. And is it even a question like...you're wondering how THAT fits in his hand like jesus christ you're going to kill someone sir (i got next)

It's nothing extravagant. He wasn't summoned by Liu Kang for a while, so he figured why not? He doesn't get much time to himself so let's crank one real quick 👀

Think of any scene from mk11 where he got "hurt" and was grunting, that's the sounds he was making and you could hear it through his door. But you thought he was hurt, so you came through the door just to be greeted by a SNAKE in his grip

Surprisingly calm...almost too calm...did he predict this? Who knows, all we know is you interrupted him and would definitely like your help. Does not shy away from this request too but that's how we like it 😈

Liu Kang

A similar incident with Geras. You overheard him while you wandered through his mansion trying to find and surprise him. So when you finally found his bedroom door and barged in, thinking he needed help, there he was dick in hand and completely unexpecting

He would try to remain calm but it would be clear as day that he was nervous. He'd quickly cover up with a pillow and give a small smile, asking if you needed anything like he wasn't shirtless and heart pumping at mach speeds

In his mind was like a static sound as he tried to focus on not getting hard again looking at you, feeling a little guilty as he couldn't help his instincts. I guess the God contract never said escaping from mortal desires! You offer to join the fun and he's like HUH...well, if you insist! (again he looks calm but is very, very excited, i promise)

Kung Lao

He had been schmeat beating after his long days of training so this isn't a new occurrence for him. But obviously, you've never walked in on him before. He was always able to get it done before he saw or met with you

Normally you rendezvous to Madam Bo's but you're like hm, why not bring him something to eat since you know he had a long day! Once you entered it didn't take you long to hear him calling your name from his room, so naturally you thought he knew you were here. But...it started to become like a chant. His voice breathy and deep (save me shaolin monk save me-) So when you check it out you find him with his head thrown back, hair messy and coated in sweat

The favoritism is leaking through the screen LMFAOOO He heard the door creak and yelped, asking why you were there so early out of breath you held the to-go bag in your hands with pure shock, immediately getting the idea to tease the shit out of him. He does it to you all the time, why not return the favor?! And he's like well?? Are you gonna help??? UH YA I WAS GETTING TO THAT😹😹

Scorpion

Kuai Liang rarely ever has the time to even talk to you, let alone talk to himself! So one of the few times he didn't think you were showing up to the temple but he had time to himself that he didn't think would last very long, he just needed to relieve his own stress real quick

Damn, he forgot he invited you to the temple since it was a slow day. You were appointed to his room by one of the recruits and sang his name, opening the door to the sound of squelching and panting

Your little song came to a stop at the same time of his gasp; eyes locked on yours. He wanted to smile, and drop everything to greet you like the situation wasn't what it was, but before he could even begin to hide himself you calmly close the door and watch his demeanor quickly switch to smug...it's gonna be a long day for the both of you😮‍💨

Sub-Zero

I'm using the same scenario from my first bi-han fic bc i said so, bite me!

He was avoiding you because he couldn't control himself around you any longer. The more he thought about you and how you pissed him off to great lengths before has him wanting to do terrible...terrible things (shoutout loki)(i've never seen loki) but he must suffice with pleasuring himself to the thought of you, the way your voice rang in his head, and how hot you looked patching up his injuries

When you caught him oh he was so sexually frustrated he couldn't think straight, panically pulling you into his room dick swinging and all. The scowl on his face didn't match the pink blush that was starting to form at how you looked at him. Why you were at his door is the least of his concerns, if you don't help him take care of this right now he might lose his mind 🥹

Kenshi Takahashi

He wasn't supposed to be last but I accidentally clicked on a tumblr notification and lost my notes on him so. LETS TRY THIS SHIT AGAIN.

When you caught him he was so so embarrassed. Don't let the calm and hot and sexy demeanor fool you, when it came to you it's like he's a clone; unrecognizable. He was stuttering and trying to justify whatever you just saw but then also asks why you showed up unannounced

You explain he said to come around this time a few days ago to spend some time together, and now he was mentally kicking himself bc how could he forget something so simple?! But hey, the fact that you weren't even budging, and even approaching him with a smile on your face told him all he needed to know. And who is he to say no to some help from a fine individual like you???

a/n: cranked this request out for y'all (fic might be posted today) this is a gift from me to you guys 😄 happy christmas and merry holidays to any and all cultures that do or don't celebrate during this time fr ❤️

[comatosebunny09]

fun-sized | leon k.

summary: somehow, musing about being short lead to an obsession with leon’s boobs.

genres: romance, humor

cw: suggestive themes, reader is short, leon is a cheeky little sh!t, stream of consciousness, not proofread

music inspo: if - r5

Being short isn’t all bad. Sometimes, it has its perks.

Strangers pity you in the supermarket, for example. Watch with fond smiles and swelling hearts while you struggle to fetch a box of Froot Loops from the topmost shelf—it would be the last box with marshmallows, too. 

As your poor little calves sting and your fingers strain and you whimper pitifully for added effect, a leggy gentleman often swoops in to save the day.

You don’t have to duck beneath low tree branches when jogging through the park, either. Not at all fazed when your taller coworkers play limbo to avoid a splinter to the face.

Being fun-sized also comes in handy when dodging chainsaws and blades on a mission. Helps that you’re an agile little spider monkey, but you don’t have to do some fancy footwork to avoid having your head lopped off. You can simply duck.

Sure, you have to climb onto your countertops to reach the spice rack. Need a step ladder to retrieve plates from the cupboard. And maybe you have to put a little more oomph into your jumps to reach the pullup bar at the precinct. But the best part of being petite is, well...

Having the best view in the house.

That view being Leon S. Kennedy’s bodacious tits.

They flex invitingly in your peripheral whilst he reaches overhead to fetch a coffee mug. Doesn’t help that his shoulder rigs cup his bosom just right. And, of course, his dress shirt is tapered, accentuating the shape of his Adonis-like pecs.

Yeah, you could be a little more subtle with your ogling. Nearly scorch yourself with piping coffee, too preoccupied with Leon’s nipples that pebble in the cool air conditioning. But, he’s warm-bodied and virile beside you. Exudes the heady aroma of gun oil and cashmere. Stubble dapples his chin, and the golden slither of collarbone playing peek-a-boo with your vision beneath his button-up, well…

It takes every bit of you not to bite your lip, grateful the break-room’s free of any other occupants. It’s embarrassing enough eying your superior like a piece of prime rib.

Leon’s Adam’s apple bobs, causing you to instinctively swallow. Don’t even know when you stopped breathing, static filling the space between your ears. The definitive click of the cupboard being shut brings you back to the present. And you would nearly leap out of your skin, caught like the proverbial child rifling through the cookie jar.

His chuckle tinges the air, warm milk and honey to your ears. Tingles in the tips of your toes. Sparkles in the crown of your head whilst your cheeks flood with heat.

“Think you dropped something,” Leon drawls on the edge of your ear. Incredibly close, the heat radiating off his torso, branding your arm as he reaches around to pluck the coffee pot from your shaky fingers.

“W-what’d I drop?” you sputter, scanning the floor like a fool. Your gaze settles on Leon’s chest when another chuckle cascades from his lips. When a battle-worn finger creeps beneath your chin, angling your head back. His eyes swim with mischief, glittering like sea glass.

“Your jaw, sweetheart,” he croons as if taking part in a naughty secret.

You glimpse Leon’s crow’s feet before he draws away. Miss the warmth he emits, your voice corked in your throat. You watch pathetically, rooted to the floor whilst he ambles towards the break-room’s entrance, a hand stuffed in his pocket.

Before he crosses the threshold, Leon jests over his shoulder, “Gonna watch me like that; you should buy me dinner first.”

It’s out before you can think, hopefulness prickling your limbs. “W-what do you like to eat?”

It serves its purpose, stopping him in his tracks. The smirk he dons when he faces you again siphons your breath.

He stalks towards you before you can process things, soundless as a feline. Places his mug on the counter, spilling over you like liquid fire. Your back collides with the wall; didn’t even notice how close you were to it. Shiver as he sweeps an errant lock of hair behind your ear, suddenly caging you in with brawny arms on either side of your head.

You shrink beneath his power whilst he leans in. Jerk when he gathers your cheek into his palm, leaning down to whisper obscenities against the pulse point behind your ear.

Your knees buckle, and your lashes shutter from the absurdity of it all. From the sodden promises murmured against your skin, causing your tongue to loll about in your mouth.

Leon departs after whittling you down. Leaves you boneless, every egotistical ounce of him filtering from the room alongside him.

“So, dinner at seven?” you quip to his retreating back in the hallway, battling the thundering of your heart in your rib cage.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

When the twisted wonderland anime comes out what are the things you hope they do better then what they could do in the game?

To quickly clarify a few things (so new readers and anyone stumbling across this post doesn't get the wrong idea): firstly, we do not yet have any confirmation on what the Twisted Wonderland anime will be about. Secondly, I have previously expressed that I would prefer the TWST anime to be random slice of life rather than another main story adaptation. If we assume that the anime will be another adaptation of the main story, I don't think the anime staff has a ton of liberty in the alterations they can make to the source material. Book 2 is widely known to be the greatest example of Bad Writing in TWST, and it cannot exactly be swept under the rug since it's in the main story. I doubt anyone would be allowed to make massive rewrites to the script or to the series of events; the biggest changes we get are slightly compacted scenes in the manga and the light novel. For example:

Skipping lines that appear in the game. (Ex: in the Book of Heartslabyul, Ace does not joke about sharing a room with Yuuken.)

Combining scenes to save on time. (Ex: In the light novel, Yuuya and Deuce meet Leona for the first time not in the Botanical Garden, which is the case in the game. Instead, the mob student that broke the eggs meant for Ace's apology chestnut tart is a Savanaclaw kid that Leona shows up to reprimand.)

Adding slight details to fill in logical gaps. (Ex: Yuuya in the light novel is granted a NRC uniform by Crowley; the uniform is described to us, the readers. Yuu getting a uniform is never mentioned in the game.)

Continuing from the last point, new details can also serve to flesh out character motivations, backstories, and lore. (Ex: the Heartslabyul light novel informs us that Riddle faces social repercussions for his OB and almost got expelled from school; the Savanaclaw light novel sheds new light on Leona's motivations, and the same can be said of Riddle.)

So basically, the story (again, if the anime does end up following the plot of the main story) would be the same. What would make the anime different from the manga, game, and light novel is largely the medium in which it is presented. I have talked about this at length in a number of older posts, but here is one example of how the manga, uses visual storytelling (as it is primarily a visual medium). A manga chapter is usually limited in length due to it being physically printed and shared in a magazine alongside other manga; there is therefore a constraint on how long-winded it can be, and its limited pages must be used effectively. We need to think about the strengths and the weaknesses of each individual medium and how those strengths and weaknesses affect how it might slightly change how TWST I presented.

An anime is able to incorporate animation with sound in a 20ish minute time slot to tell a tale. It gets the same benefits of the game, but far more freedom of movement. There is, however, also a time constraint to be considered. One complaint TWST often gets is that despite half of its core gameplay (I'm not going to count reading as gameplay) being rhythm games, the music the game has is NOT memorable. While the anime most likely won't have a ton of original songs, I hope that it can at least creatively incorporate some of TWST's scores as background tracks to fun scenes and make them more enjoyable that way. The anime will also be able to... well, be animated!! We won't get just a static screen where a maximum of three characters are crammed onto the screen at once staring back at you. It's okay to have in the game to save on time and budget, but you have to admit it does get boring to look at after a while. But with an anime production, we can get exciting lighting and camera angles that result in cool animation! I hope that this will really help the TWST characters' stories come to life on the screen ^^ One scene in particular that I hope the anime will adapt well is the VDC/SDC performances of RSA and NRC. The game tells us that RSA's performance is clumsy and amateurish, but it still managed to capture people's hearts. The game also tells us that NRC was not able to perform at their maximum capacity because they were already physically worn down from dealing with OB Vil. I want to see these descriptions actually be realized on screen (the Rhythmic/Twistune alone isn't enough), as it could help us better judge and have an enhanced understanding of the situation. I know a lot of fans who, to this very day, still feel that NRC was cheated of the win and shouldn't have lost to such a lackluster performance from RSA, so I'm hoping that a fully animated version might give us more perspective.

[transformers-synergize]

Has Red Alert ever had a chill day in his lifetime?

At some points in redalerts life, he had less anxious days, not entirely chill, but if you met him back then, he wouldn't come off as the insane bot he dose now, maybe a little anxious and superstitious, but other than that, he was pretty sane. But of course this was pre-war and pre-losing Inferno, pre-getting stranded on earth with no contact with Cybertron and pre-losing access to most of his static treatment.

Redalert struggles with a static condition; his system creates static, which can disrupt his processor and other systems around his frame, most often causing delusions, anxiety, hallucinations,emotional instability, twitching, involuntary movement, and other often debilitating effects. The horn-like structures on his head are actually modifications, added to help with his condition and dissipate static. For most bots suffering from this condition, the modifications would be enough, but Red has a more extreme variant. Though the static dissipators help prevent any permanent damage the static might cause Red, they do not help him much with the mental effects. Before the war, Redalert would consume specially processed energon that didn’t produce as much static in his system, which, combined with his modifications, allowed him to live a relatively normal life. Even getting a pretty decent job with his engineering skills, especially when it comes to designing and setting up security systems, and his strong work ethic, Red was pretty successful before the war, all things considered.

the increased stress of the current circumstances making many of his coping skills null, and having to consume normal energon since the stranded earth crew does not have access to the tools required to produce the specialty energon he'd consume on Cybertron. Redalert is not having a fun time, especially during the start of the plot.

[jules-has-notes]

Sh-Boom — VoicePlay music video

VoicePlay as a group has its roots in barbershop music, so tackling a doo-wop classic was a natural fit. But being the innovative bunch they are, they couldn't just recreate the sound of the original recording. It's a feel-good song, and they had to have a little extra fun with it. With some retro inspiration and a dash of 21st century zhuzhing up, they delivered a real bop.

Details:

title: Sh-Boom (Life Could Be a Dream)

original performers: The Chords

written by: James Edwards, Carl Feaster, Claude Feaster, James Keyes, & Floyd McRae

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci & Hannah Juliano

release date: 30 August 2019

My favorite bits:

the slightly static-y, muffled sound and muted colors of the intro section to pay homage to the original version

Earl's clear, sweet timbre on the lead vocals

using Layne's percussion entrance as a transition to full audio

that lovely bell chord leading into the second verse

the steady swingy-ness of the rhythm section

Geoff gesturing along with the delayed ♫ "a-bove" ♫ while waiting to continue his bass line

the cool record-skip effects they added

the lovely descending riff Earl puts on ♫ "so fine" ♫

that bouncy little descending bass transition into the second chorus

J.None coming in slightly early on a belted ♫ "above" ♫

Layne slipping in some more modern record scratching and electronic sounds as the rhythm of the lyrics gets more adventurous

Geoff's scoop up into the lead melody and lyrics

that slightly dissonant harmony behind Geoff's first line

the rhythmic freedom in Earl's belted ♫ "I'm the only one you love" ♫

J's adorable head waggle as the trio starts "ya-da-da"-ing

the center trio's coordinated pop up into falsetto

that crunchy ending chord

the captions describing Layne's final descending ingressives as a "slow wind down like a tired robot with a hangover" 🤖 💤

additional props to Eli for wearing some darn snazzy shoes, knowing that they'd be very visible from where he's perched

Trivia:

In a departure from their usual studio spaces, VoicePlay filmed this video at Oliver's Classic Cars in Winter Park. It was a combination of a vintage automobile showroom / museum, and an event venue. The guys were quite taken with it.

Their camera operator for the shoot, Chadd Winston, was an old friend from the theme park performance circuit. Among their many shared jobs, he had been in the City Sounds street singers rotations at Universal Studios with the guys in the early 2000s, both with Eli in Japan, and with the 4:2:Five/VP boys in Orlando.

The cover art was once again designed by Rek Dunn.

The Chords' songwriting for this piece was inspired by the sounds of their neighborhood, and many of the seemingly nonsensical lyrics refer to people and places they heard every day.

VoicePlay's version of the song was recorded 65 years after the original topped the Billboard charts in 1954.

The video premiered on Geoff's mom's birthday, and he made sure to give her a shoutout in the YouTube comments. (Aww.)

Their Sing-Off colleagues, Street Corner Renaissance, had recorded their own version of the song back in 2012.

[staticbluue]

im just curious -- is the noise effect shown in your art artifacts from glaze or some other anti-ai process, or is it from something else? either way it adds a lot especially in the Data pictures... i love the staticky feeling of those <3

It’s mostly a static filter, but there are some visible glaze/nightshade artifacts! I use the custom texture feature on medibang (it’s free for pc but not mobile for some reason). First I have a greyscale cloudy paper type of texture on overlay at 5-10%, then I use an RGB static on overlay at around 50% (more or less depending on the lighting in the drawing). I made it by setting the texture as small as possible and stacking a red, blue, and yellow versions on top of each other, all rotated at different angles. There are easier ways to do this in different programs, but medibang works just fine for me :]

I’m really glad you like it, one of my favorite parts of the process is adding the filters and watching everything come together!

Fun fact: the “static” part of my username is from that static filter I use!

[jigujellee]

(gif creds: wujugirlz) LAY ME TO REST IN PEACE -> Just let me go, no But something brings me back to you

yunjin x non-idol!reader angst word count: 1.2k warnings: very minor allusion to wanting to die, swearing, pls save yunjin from the angst

a/n: just something that randomly came to mind. been struggling with putting something out, but i hope this is okay. inspired by keshi's the reaper <3

yunjin should’ve listened.

she should’ve listened when her leader scolded her at 4 in the morning, begging yunjin to break things off with you already.

but how could she end something that wasn’t even real to begin with?

it was all supposed to be for fun. it was a joke that you and the rest of le sserafim knew about even before they made their debut; the running skit about how you and yunjin were madly in love, and that you would eventually get married, was all supposed to be one big fun joke. you made it so convincing for everyone to believe that you were really in love with her, yunjin fell for it herself.

“good morning my love,” you cooed into the phone mic. yunjin felt her stomach do a million flips just by the sound of your voice, the pet name adding an even bigger effect on her. “how was your sleep? yunjin tries to compose herself prior to answering your question, but the two of you only spoke for roughly 10 minutes because you mentioned you had class soon.

“have fun in class and make sure you pay attention. try not to think of me too much,” yunjin flirts, which resulted with eunchae and chaewon gagging in the background. you laugh it off and tell her you’ll try and you end the call right away, but yunjin is visibly disappointed once she puts the phone down.

“what happened now?” sakura asks. the rest of the group tried pitching in their guesses, ranging from things like you not saying ‘i love you’ or you sounding dry towards the end of the conversation.

“no, it’s because y/n mentioned she’s going out with jimin again” chaewon says matter-of-factly. yunjin’s grip on her phone tightens at the mention of their senior but she couldn’t bring herself to fully hate her. jimin is a beautiful and talented idol, known to be an all-rounder to the public. yunjin couldn’t help but wonder why jimin chose to like you out of everyone else in this world. you told yunjin it was just because you were cursed with many suitors, but she would disagree with that. you weren’t hard to love, anyone could easily fall in love with you but now she wished no one did. she wanted every person that was attracted to you or had feelings for you to disappear and she hoped you would end the joke to make things between you two real.

“yunjin unnie,” eunchae starts. “you should tell her”

“tell her what? there’s nothing to tell”

“oh stop fucking lying to yourself, you know you’re actually in love with her” chaewon scolds. “you were the one who said you had it under control and that you wouldn’t catch feelings, that this was all a funny joke. what happened to all of that?”

“you can’t blame her, chaewon. she’s only human, we can’t control how we feel” the quote machine manages to say.

“well, you certainly can do something about it. so either you suck it up and tell her how you feel, or you just stop this whole thing all together because it’s killing you, yunjin.”

the members’ voices sound like static in yunjin’s ears. she didn’t want to have to choose between telling you or not because yunjin knows she will lose you either way. this whole joke was the reason you two are close and is also the reason she fell for you in the first place. once she got to experience what it felt like to be loved by you, she didn’t want it to stop. whenever you were together, the joke didn’t seem like a joke, it simply felt like you two were in love with each other and nothing else in the world mattered. yunjin would always come back to you no matter what everyone else was saying, and she hated herself for it but you were an addiction and she couldn’t stop.

-

yunjin’s thumbs hover over the keyboard, trying to find the words to say to you.

everything the members' have been telling yunjin finally registered in her brain, and she grew the balls to tell you how she felt. the text bubble has been appearing and disappearing for almost 5 minutes, but it doesn't go unnoticed by you. losing your patience, you decide to call the american.

“h-hello?”

“i can see you texting and stopping. are you alright?” yunjin could feel her heart swell at how concerned you sound, but now she knew better than that.

“i’m okay. i’m actually glad you called, there’s something i need to tell you”

“sure, shoot”

yunjin grips her phone tightly and begins biting her lip. her nerves start to cloud her mind but she knows she can’t runaway now, not anymore. she takes a deep breath in, hoping it will hold off the tears from flowing.

“i’m in love with you”

"i am too? we said we were going to get married remem-"

"no y/n, i'm in love with you"

"oh," was all you could muster up.

it was silent for what felt like years. yunjin felt like throwing up and she wished she could take back what she just said. she wanted things to be how things were, where you would just pretend to be a happy couple. even though it was all pretend, at least she had you. and she would much rather pretend to have you than not at all.

“it was just supposed to be a joke, yunjin”

“i know it was and i’m sorry, but i couldn’t help myself” she sobs. “i really love you”

“but i don’t”

and just like that, yunjin could feel her world collapse on her. she immediately regrets confessing how she felt; she knew she should’ve just stayed silent and continued things the way they were. yunjin didn’t know what she did to deserve this. all she wanted was to be loved by you for real, and she couldn’t understand why you didn’t fall in love the way she did.

“do you love her? do you love jimin?”

“no, i don’t”

“then why? why can’t we be in love for real?”

“i just can’t reciprocate it”

“if you knew that, then why didn’t you say something? how could you keep the joke running for this long?”

“i didn’t think you’d actually fall in love!”

“well then you’re fucking stupid for thinking that!”

yunjin feared her voice would crack if she continued to speak any further. her vision was becoming blurry very quickly, and she knew she had to end the call quickly before she completely broke down over the phone with you.

“i love you, y/n”

“no yunjin… i don’t think-”

“just fucking say it back one last time,” yunjin hears you deeply sigh, and though she couldn’t see you, she knew you were shaking your head in disappointment.

“i love you, yunjin. i’m really sorry”

once she hears the call end, she drops the phone to her side and lets the tears run freely down her cheeks. she silently sobs, hoping the other members won’t hear her and her shattered heart. it was all just a stupid story, a fantasy that she came up with in her head. a part of her believed that you really loved her, but you were such a good actor and she fell for it too quickly and too easily.

yunjin cursed everyone who convinced her to tell you how she really felt because now it all turned to shit. she lost you and she can't get any of it back, and now all yunjin could do was wish to be visited by the reaper so she could finally lay to rest in peace.

[sneezingfetishftw-wavs]

I made a wav of chapter 1 of my Vox sickfic! This doesn't include the narration: fic linked here or you can keep reading for the fic copied under the cut. I added a slight robot voice effect to the sneezes and coughs, plus there's the sound of Vox's fans (which is the real sound of my laptop fan lmao) - let me know if you'd like to hear a version without these effects.

If there's enough interest I might do more chapters. The main limitation is I don't sneeze a lot even with inducing - these sneezes are compiled from like 5 different sessions smh. (So if a wav where I don't actually include the sneezes, or I reuse sneeze audio I've used before, is of interest to you then definitely let me know cause doing the voices is fun)

“Why are the lights so fucking bright in here? Are you trying to give me a headache?” Vox was often a bit of an insufferable prick, but today he was far worse than usual. His interview for Voxtech Angelic Security was just an hour away and he’d already managed to insult pretty much everyone in the room. The lights dimmed, he returned to a previous complaint. “And why haven’t you turned the AC colder already? It’s like a sauna in here!”

“The AC is already as cold as it goes, sir.”

“Then fix it! God, what am I even paying you for?” He paused, then pulled out his cell phone. “Hey Val, are you free right now? I got an employee I’d like you to knock some sense into—or rip the limbs off of, whichever you prefer. I could do it myself, but I know how much you enjoy that thing.”The employee shuddered. “Great, thanks! See you soon.”

Vox looked around. “Where is my water bottle? There should be one on the interviewing desk. Is anyone around here doing their goddamn job?” Another employee rushed over with a water bottle. “Finally.” He took a sip and immediately grimaced. “Where did you get this? Normal water doesn’t scrape my throat like that! Disgusting.” He threw the water bottle aside, pausing only to make sure the lid was on first.

He took a deep breath, which immediately triggered a coughing fit, his voice crackling like a broken speaker. His screen went grey and fuzzy, static flaring with each cough. “Who did the last maintenance on the filtration system?” A sheepish woman stepped forward. “Fix it! Actually, no. Get out. You’re fired. The air is so thick in here I can hardly breathe.” She hung her head and wandered off. It wasn’t like she was the first to be fired on a whim, and at least Vox didn’t literally tear people apart. “I’ll take a look at it along with the AC, then, sir,” the employee from earlier offered.

“You’d better. But don’t think that’s enough to save you,” Vox said, standing so close the employee could hardly hear anything over the fan. “Val’s still on his way.” The employee gulped.

Valentino began shivering the moment he stepped in the door, but he ignored that and made a beeline for Vox. “Where’s the victim?” he asked with a grin.

Vox pointed to the man cowering in the corner. “He won’t fix the AC.” Val nodded, still shivering. “He says it’s already as cold as it can go, but I’m boiling here!” Val raised an eyebrow at that. A loud whirring started as Vox’s fans kicked in.

Val put a hand on Vox’s forehead, and jerked it away almost immediately. “Amorcito, you’re incredibly hot!”

“Save it for later, Val,” Vox chuckled.

“No, I mean it’s hard to believe how much you’re overheating. And in a freezing room, no less. I thought my hand was going to burn!” Vox crossed his arms and shook his head. “I mean it, Vox, you’re obviously running a fever!”

“Shut up. I’m fi… hi…” his screen flickered with each hitch. “Hi’tzzzcht! Fine.”

“Sir?” The employee raised a finger tentatively, regaining some boldness now that neither of them was ripping him apart. “One of the lights just broke.”

“Why the fuck are you telling me? Just fix it! Ugh, it’s a wonder anything gets done around here.” He gave a long sniff, trying to stave off the buzzing tickle. “And send a cleaning crew in. It’s way too du… huh… huh… hut’TZZZZSHT! Dusty in here.”

“We just cleaned yesterday…” the employee said weakly, trying not to look at the speaker that had just popped.

“I didn’t ask you when the last cleaning was, I asked you to clean the damn studio! Now get on with it before I change my mind and let Val rip your arms off.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” The employee practically ran off to begin his tasks as Val gave a toothy grin, looking menacing despite the intense shivering.

“There you go. I’ll be back here for the sound check. And this place better be fucking spotless.”

Vox and Val walked out the door. “I’ll catch you at the penthouse,” Vox said, activating his teleportation powers. He only made it a few feet. “Hhh’dzzzzcht!” The hallway lights flickered.

“How about we walk together?” Val offered, wrapping his arm around Vox. Vox sighed, but it wasn’t like he had a choice. Repeatedly teleporting a few feet at a time sounded even more annoying than walking. While they walked, Val pulled out his phone with his free hand to text Velvette. “Meet at the penthouse ASAP.”

Velvette almost dropped her phone when she saw the pair of them walk through the door. “Walk” was actually a bit of an overstatement. Vox was practically staggering, leaning heavily on Val for support. His screen was dimmed, except for a bright spot in the center where his nose would be, if he had one. His fans were still whirring loudly. His normally immaculate suit was wrinkled, as if he’d crumpled in on himself repeatedly. The man was, quite obviously, a mess.

Velvette stared in silence for a moment. “Wow. He really does look awful, doesn’t he?”

Vox glared. “I’m fine. I’m just taking a quick break before the studio’s ready for my interview. Those morons still have a lot to set up.” The pair stared at him.

“Um, Vox? You sure now is the best time for an interview?” Velvette asked.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, his hypnotic eye swirling so slowly it might as well be a broken Ferris wheel.

“Right,” Velvette said, rolling her eyes as Vox’s screen flickered again. “Totally fine, and definitely not about to sneeze.”

“I’m not going to… hih’tzzzzch!” He opened his mouth to protest more, but no sound came out. Damn it, were his audio drivers glitching too? Or was it just his vocal cords? He smacked the side of his head with a grimace. “The interview has to be today. If I delay it, it’ll look like we’re hiding something.” Thank god that worked. Vox without his voice was… well, he really didn’t want to think about that.

Velvette raised an eyebrow. “You literally just smacked yourself in the head cause you couldn’t talk. You really think you’re in a good state to be giving an interview?”

Vox’s screen brightened for a moment. “I’m fine! It’s fixed now.” His screen dimmed again, then started flickering. “I’m perfectly heal… heh… hhh… healthy! Just let me go to the godda… ehh… ahh… hah’TZZZZSHT! The goddamn interview.” Valentino’s phone instantly shut off. Velvette, seeing this, clutched her phone tightly to her chest.

Val tried turning his phone back on, but it was unresponsive. “You broke my phone, Vox. You broke my fucking phone! What else are you gonna break if you go back in there?”

Vox frowned. Loath as he was to admit illness, it really was in his best interest to minimize property damage. Especially with a live audience.

“I’ll do the interview,” Velvette offered.

Vox gave a laugh that quickly turned into a coughing fit, his screen a sputtering mess of static again. “No offense, Velvette, but I’m pretty sure you’re not familiar with the ins and outs of the system.”

“And I’m pretty sure you’re not recognizing you don’t have a lot of options. Would you rather send Valentino?”

The other two recoiled at the suggestion. “God, no!” Vox replied. “Ugh, I guess if you really want to, go knock yourself out. My notes are on that tah… hhh… ahh… hah… hah’TDZZZCHT! Tablet.” Said tablet was now stuck in bluescreen. “Shit.” He rubbed his aching head, trying to think.

“Are the notes backed up like the rest of your files?” Vox nodded, not even trying to speak this time. “I can pull it up on my phone, then. I’ve got this. Backbone of the Vees, remember? You just stay here and get some rest,” she said, blowing a kiss as she left.

Velvette strutted out the door, taking with her the responsibility that had been keeping Vox together, and it was like a switch had been flipped. Vox immediately plopped himself down on the couch, limbs dangling limply. “Everything huuuurts, Val.”

“I know, Amorcito, that’s why I’m here.” He gently stroked Vox’s arm. “Now, is it really everything? Or can you be a bit more specific so I can actually help you?”

Vox’s mouth moved, but no words. A frown. A throat clearing sound. More mouth movement, still no words. A deeper frown. A self-inflicted smack on the side of the head. Still no words. The fans kicked into high gear as Vox was about to spit steam out of his head.

“Shh, gentle, Voxy. Let’s try not to blow out the power grid again, hm?” Val patted Vox’s screen. “I’ll get you something for your throat.” He searched through the fridge for some Gatorade. Electrolytes had to do something for an electric being, right? In the absence of any speech from Vox, the fans were even more noticeable. Better grab a cold compress from the freezer too, then. He placed the cold pack on Vox’s screen and handed him the bottle. Vox took a sip and shook his head. His voice still failing him, Vox made images appear on the screen. Val blinked, trying to figure out what he was looking at.

“Something wrong with the drink?” A nod. “Tastes bad?” Head shake. Val tried to think what could possibly be wrong with a drink. “Too liquidy?” Vox rolled his eyes. “Wrong color?” A facepalm. “Uh… too cold?” Vigorous nodding, and then a wince and a dizzy expression. “I got it. Just rest here, Vox. I’ll find you something.”

Val returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of tea. Vox’s screen was dim and pale, the colors washed out. His weak fingers could barely grasp the handle of the mug. “Oh, Voxy, you poor thing,” Val said, his wings wrapping around Vox for support. The steam from the drink got into Vox’s vents and his screen started flickering. Val noticed immediately and set the mug on a nearby table, holding Vox through the buildup.

“Hhh… hhhh… hhh… hhht’dzchhht! Hhhh’zzzzch! Hhh’ZZZZZSHT! Htchh’RRRRGZZZZZZT! Ugh.” The demon clawed at his throat, then paused in realization. “Fucking hell that hurt!” He winced. “Talking hurts.” Still, better to have a functioning voice, he supposed. He gestured to the mug, and Valentino handed it to him. He took a sip, grimaced, and then finished the rest of the mug in one gulp. Val surveyed the room and realized that a few of the TV screens were out. “Let’s get you into bed, hm?” Vox raised an eyebrow. “Not like that! Unless you want to, of course…” he added, licking his lips. Vox shook his head, exhausted. Val led Vox to the bedroom, the TV clinging hard to the moth as he took a few shaky steps. Val paused, then nodded to himself. He hoisted Vox over his shoulder, ignoring the spluttering protests. “Amorcito, you can barely walk. Let me carry you for a bit.”

Vox huffed, and Val felt the static shock. “You could at least have the decency to carry me like your partner instead of, I don’t know, a corpse?”

Val chuckled. “Have you seen yourself, darling? You practically are a corpse at this point.” Still, he switched to bridal carry.

After what felt like an eternity, dragged out by Vox’s complaining that he was on death’s door, they finally reached the bed. Val laid Vox down and sat next to him. “Now then, does everything still hurt? What can I get you?”Vox’s lips moved silently, then rapidly into what Val assumed to be a string of curse words. Hard to tell without audio. Val sighed. “You really are feeling awful, aren’t you?” Vox nodded. Val stared at Vox for a while until the moth’s singular brain cell finally came up with an idea. He blew a puff of smoke in Vox’s face. Vox flinched, and his screen flickered rapidly. “Hhh… hih… hhhh’dzzzzzzcht! Hih’tzzzzsh! Hah’TZZZZZCHT! TZZZSH! Tzzzsch’TZZZZZST’dzTZZZZZSSHHT! What the fuck, Val?” He rubbed his throat. “Oh. Uh… thanks, I guess? I don’t know. That fucking sucked.”

“If you’d rather not repeat that, then I suggest you get your words out now before you lose your voice again.”

Vox scowled, but he knew it was a valid point. “I just… I’m sore all over. It’s not fair! What did I do to deserve this?” Val raised a finger. “Besides everything that got me into hell.” Val shrugged. “Ugh… my throat hurts, my head hurts, all my muscles ache, there’s this constant buzzing in the back of my head that won’t go away, everythig is blisterigly warmb whatever I try… oh for fugck’s sake, I get congestiod dnow too? Ughhhh…” He groaned and rolled over, faceplanting into the bed.

Val tutted sympathetically. “You never do anything half-assed, do you?” Vox nodded, dragging his screen across the blanket. “Vox, if you’re feeling so warm, why are you still wearing all those clothes?” A pause. Vox wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “There’s no image you need to keep up right now, Vox. Let’s get you comfortable.” Vox sat up and let Val get to work. The crumpled suit was set on a nearby chair. The sweater and shirt were pulled off and tossed to the same chair, Vox dropping his arms instantly the moment he no longer needed to put in the energy to keep them up. The shoes were removed and the pants taken off and folded up with care. As soon as it was done, Vox collapsed face down into the bed again, breathing heavily from the effort.

“You said you’re sore all over, would you like a massage, Amorcito?” A thumbs up. Val got up to find the massage bar. They’d found that using a more solid form helped avoid any accidents… they did NOT need a repeat of the time poor Vox got massage oil stuck in his vents. Val began massaging Vox’s arms, but paused when he felt Vox’s shoulders shudder.

“Hhhh’dzzzzzzchmp!” The sound was muffled into the bed. Vox slowly dragged himself up until he was facing Val. “Hit’chZZZZZZZCHT!” Sparks flew from Vox’s screen and landed on Val’s arm.

“Keep your sparks to yourself, Vox!” he said, wincing at the static shock. “Hmm… that might explain the electronics failures…”

“Sorry, Val.” He said, rubbing his screen. “Wasd’t expectig it to comb that fast.” He gave a long sniff. “Hhhhh’dZZZZZZT!” He pointed at the massage bar. “Can you put that away? I think the scent is too strong right now, my sensors must be acting up.”

Val switched to an unscented massage bar and resumed the massage. A few soft moans from Vox let Val know that his attempts were effective. Eventually the sound dropped off entirely, except for the occasional sneeze, which Val assumed meant the video demon’s voice had given out again. After a while, there was no sound at all except for congested breathing. Val gently turned Vox on his back, revealing closed eyes. Val breathed a sigh of relief. The man was much less exhausting when he was unconscious. Maybe now both of them could get some rest.

[theradicalscrivener]

So how big did Felipe’s dick end up being seeing as you referred to it as a “huge hog”? And how did Caleb interact with it when they were having their fun (could he even reach it…)?

Felipe was very short starting out, and he had a modest piece. Not tiny, but definitely not huge by any means.

Felipe had only done 1 cock growth potion. Each subsequent growth was just additional effects from his prior dose reactiviating. So each time he took a potion, he gained (roughly) the same amount.

You know what they say... The difference between science and smut is writing it down. ...or something like that...

Felipe's starting stats:

Body: 5'4 (163cm)

Dick: 5" (13cm)

After the firs night, he gained a nice bonus of two inches which put his dick at 7" (18cm). A respectable piece to be sure.

Then fast forward to the camping trip where he briefly turned into a hyper hung macro titan. After he shrunk back down, not only did he have some added height, but his dick grew again!

Felipe's measurements:

Body: 5'7 (170cm)

Cock: 9" (23cm)

Thus begins the experimental phase. The first step in the experiment was to try the same thing again and compare the results. This meant taking another height potion to see what the results were. With both potions stacked, he grew twice as much as before.

Felipe's measurements

Body 6'1 (185cm)

Cock: 11" (28cm)

Realizing that his height spiked more than before, he decided to do an opposite potion to reverse the effects, but instead it only made his growth go down by one stage. (So it went +3" then +6" then back to +3")

Current measurements.

Body: 6'4 (193cm)

Hog: 13" (33cm)

Felipe decided to try and double dose the shrink element to see if it would make him shift two stages in the opposit direction. His theory was that this would make him go from +3" to -3". This did not work like that. His height stayed static. He wasn't sure if this meant that the potion was completely nullified by the double dosage or if it had still only counted as one dose.

Current stats:

Body: 6'4 (185cm)

Hog: 15" (38)

Second rule of research: When in doubt, do it again. He took ANOTHER double potency shrink potion. This resulted in him shrinking slightly.

Current size:

Body: 6'1 (185cm)

Hog: 17" (43cm)

At this point, he was relatively sure that doubling the amount of shrinking element in the potion did not actually change the effects. It was unclear whether this was a saturation issue or an absorption issue, but it seemed safe to assume that increasing the amount of the shrinking element would not change the effects, but of course, he may not add more, but he could add less. He tried again with half a dose

Body: 5'7 (170cm)

Third leg: 19" (48cm)

Felipe had been so focused on his height that he had forgotten to keep track of things below the belt, but now that his cock was longer than Caleb, he started to take note.

Truth be told, Caleb spotted the difference a while ago, but he chose to remain silent on the issue...

Still. The fact of the matter was that Felipe's cock now dangled to his shins and Caleb only came up to his knees. Caleb could have shared a spiderman kiss with Felipe's soft cock back when the behemoth was only 13 to 15 inches, but he chose to keep his mouth shut as long as possible to see how long it would take Felipe to notice.

It took A LOT of self-restraint to keep from blowing his cover (and his load) as Felipe's cock steadily grew and grew.

Upon realizing just how huge his hog had grown, Felipe immediately set to work crafting a cock shrink potion to counteract the effects of his previous growth, but Caleb managed to talk him into taking some time off from the R&D and focus instead on R&R. Felipe had been pulling so many late nights lately. He needed to rest a bit and clear his head (and empty his nuts).

That night, Caleb decided to show Felipe what he could do with a cock that size. Caleb licked and nuzzled the head of Felipe's fat cock - a head that was even larger than Caleb's own! Steadily, Felipe's fat cock swelled and grew until it stood straight up at attention. Felipe's spire loomed tall, his massive nuts filled the space between his spread legs. His sack the size of a beach ball. Caleb placed a leg on either thigh and straddled Felipe's colossal cojones.

Felipe's back arched and his body shuddered as he felt his little lover grinding against the sensitive underside of his towering cock. Caleb was so small and his dick so huge that the tip of his rigid rod was even taller than Caleb, and given that Caleb had to spread his legs to straddle Felipe's thighs, Caleb could only reach the lower ridge of Felipe's fat cock head. Caleb dug his face into into the soft flesh where the shaft met the head and lapped at the trickle of pre that dripped down Felipe's shaft.

Felipe was in heaven, but he wanted more. It was fun to have his dick played with, but he wanted to see Caleb while it happened!

Felip sat up and gripped at his own cock. He took a thick handful of foreskin in each hand and pulled back on the shaft. The enormous rod tilted steadily like a rocket being prepped for launch and then further still until Felipe was staring down the head of his own dick. The enormous shaft was so huge that the tip of it reached past his collar bone and poked at his chin. If he leaned in, he could actually kiss his own cock right on the lips!

Felipe, however, was more interested in what Caleb was up to. With Felipe's cock now securely grounded like a felled redwood, Caleb was free to straddle it like a roadhouse mechanical bull. With his legs spread wide, Caleb rocked his hips and rolled his body. His own (proportionally) impressive dock grinding against the puffed up ridge of Felipe's log-sized hog as he did so.

Caleb road Felipe's cock like Slim Pickens in the finale for Dr. Strangelove until Felipe could hold it back no longer. What followed was a similarly massive explosion, but unlike the old movie, it was just Felipe's mind and load that were blown.

Felipe laid there gasping for breath as he tried to comprehend how amazing that last climax had felt. It was so hot, and watching his tiny lover tackle a cock that was bigger than he was was both endearing and hot as hell!

Felipe decided he'd keep his new cock size... for now, at least. At least, that's what he told himself. The next time he mixed potions, he tried to mix a body growth and cock shrink agent to try and negate the current effects he was dealing with, but the results were not what he intended.

Current size:

Body: 5'1 (130cm)

Redwood: 21" (53cm)

Again, multidosing messed things up. He didn't slow the shrinkage of his body nor did he stop the growth of his cock.

He opted to do only a dick shrink potion to stabilize his hog.

Current size:

Body: 4'7 (140cm)

Redwood: 21" (53cm)

His cock was even bigger than before. It now nearly hung to his ankles. But at least it was stabilized. He could work with that. The trick now was to get the height figured out.

[thesinglesjukebox]

JORDAN ADETUNJI FT. KEHLANI - "KEHLANI (REMIX)

the "kehlani" version with kehlani

[6.56]

Ian Mathers: You can easily hear Adetunji sing parts of this song in his actual voice, and it sounds great, which just makes it an even weirder and greater move that he shot his shot so effectively that Kehlani actually shows up -- with production that makes him sound about 13 years old. The affect doesn't particularly go with the production or Kehlani's performance (both great), but somehow it still works. Not hoping this starts any kind of trend, but on its own? Hugely fun. [8]

Alfred Soto: If you're going to appear on an eponymous track functioning as a valentine, then giving the audience these parched star poses won't do. [4]

Harlan Talib Ockey: “Kehlani” (song) drags a lot for only three minutes. The beat is basically static, and the only major change in the production throughout the entire song is how much you can hear the Summer Walker sample. Because of this, the chorus feels ridiculously long; the verses use most of the same melodic phrases as the chorus, mixing everything further into mush. But if you only have 30 seconds to spend on this song, it’s fine. Adding Kehlani (singer) was a net positive, since their verse has easily the best lines (see: “step out like my wife but bust me down like she my enemy”).  [3]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Post-Weekndian R&B struggles with the disease of the eternal pre-chorus — songs that build and build toward nowhere, their languid melodies always slouching toward something greater that never arrives. The original "Kehlani" exemplified this tendency, its moderately catchy melody hammering into you and each additional R&B singer Adetunji listed like an entry in the Domesday Book. The remix — and Kehlani themself — breaks the monotony. They sound like they're bemused at the very concept of a song that pays tribute to them, not because they don't think they deserve it but because the praise feels fitting.  [7]

Taylor Alatorre: There's nothing necessarily wrong about making a Zoomer brainrot edition of Ne-Yo's "Miss Independent," but you'd think that an adopter of the Woman Respecter persona would show a bit more humility in this situation. Geeked off his social media triumph, Adetunji slots in Kehlani's perfectly serviceable contribution then refuses to trim any of his own parts to accommodate it, resulting in a final minute of deflationary pointlessness. I don't think Kehlani was intending to insult Adetunji by stressing their name's correct pronunciation in their verse, but I admire the pettiness. [4]

Mark Sinker: ppl shd be nice abt each other more often [8]

Jonathan Bradley: It's almost ambient, a composition of slow dark textures splintered by distant snare taps. Adetunji raps, I suppose, but his tumbling melodic syllables are so choppy, so resistant to legibility, that I imagine them as shards of light filtering at dawn through the gaps of an abandoned building. Does a track still count as hauntological if its remix summons the apparition it invokes? [7]

Nortey Dowuona: can't be objective, furious it's not me. even angrier that jordan is credited as the recording, mixing and mastering engineer. and he seems like a cool ass dude. jpegmafia could have a pop hit with kehlani too. haha this sucks man. [10]

Katherine St. Asaph: Kehlani owns this song, and thus proves its point. [8]

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[hungergameshyperfixation]

Trick or Treat!!!

YAY

To top off this year’s Halloween, I thought I’d share a fun little idea I had and give a tutorial.

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How to make a “Victor Poster” on Picsart

(^^Example image)

Ignore the way it looks 💀 graphic design is NOT my passion (/ref)

This is not revolutionary information. I’m aware it’s fairly simple and basic enough that most anyone could figure it out on their own, but I still wanted to share my version regardless.

I made a few of these in 2023, with my dogs, OCs, and people I know LMAO so I won’t be sharing those. But it’s basically like a mock-up poster, could be used for Tributes or Victors (or anything really).

I personally would like to suggest creating these with your OCs or pets!!! I’d love to see more dog ones. I was tempted to share mine but I’ll save that for another day maybe. I still prefer this blog to be somewhat anonymous.

Down there is a video showing the entire process—I sped it up a lot for time’s sake but hopefully it doesn’t obstruct what I’m doing too much. I can and will elaborate on this if anyone wants/needs.

Here are the (basic) steps:

(I procrastinated finishing this so I’m sorry that it’s basic. I’ll plan to edit it if prompted—I wanted to post before Nov 1st LMAO)

1. Choose your background. I’d recommend being content with how the background looks but not editing it too much unless you’re okay with it looking like a “separate” image from your subject. For example, adding “noise” or a static effect on the background first might make it look worse when you get to the final steps. “Visual cohesion” and all that.

2. Choose your subject/character. Simple enough! I’d recommend dogs. Or OC/character drawings. I just used Katniss for the example.

3. Edit and place your character on the background, make some minor edits for visual coherence. You can put a slight filter on and just mess around, but once again I’d recommend just tweaking things before making it “the final look.” Like if your final image is going to be Black and White, I personally would recommend waiting until getting all the visual elements on the image before playing around with that.

4. Add text block. Can be done with just straight text or (my preferred way) using the shape tool and writing text within the shape.

5. Add title text at the top if desired.

6. Add and play around with features like shadows, drawing, other visual elements.

7. Edit the entire image for visual coherence. Add things like visual noise, adjust brightness, put filters on, etc.