#Keyboard Crusher

[muggys-workshed]

Ayo fellas, we got da news (3)

now

with music

Week 5.1 draft + Leonidas' soundfont small leak

Week 1 ALT song no. 3 draft

Week 4 experiment

[muggycuphead]

"Tumblr port" of the leaks of some of my funny Crasher Edition break sketches I posted on Twitter

biggity

[ee-where-they-shouldnt-be]

Giovanni and his boys watching the Barbie movie

[morganpdf]

making a goofy ass little amazon wishlist of things that would be helpful to own but i dont have money for like hashtag manifesting

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Since you love it when people expanded your storyline, please allow me to entertain you about Cas because this is right up my alley @onelinerbust

Something extraordinary happened to me earlier today. As I smugly grin with my roommate to our enhanced reflection in the mirror, my mind wandered to 10 hours ago when that hit me.

My fingers, stained with Cheeto dust and smelling faintly of lukewarm ramen, hammered away at the keyboard, lines of Python code blooming on the screen like digital weeds. The hum of the server rack in the corner was my white noise, the flickering monitor my campfire. This was my life, resident basement dweller in a leafy, aggressively liberal campus more interested in protesting free speech than actually engaging with it.

My world consisted of logic gates, late-night coding sessions, and the occasional awkward conversation with a teaching assistant about why my sorting algorithm was eating up more memory than a browser running Chrome. Social life? Non-existent. Romantic prospects? Laughable. I’d spend my weekends huddled in the dimly lit computer lab, bathed in the cool glow of screens, while the rest of the campus pulsed with parties and… well, whatever else regular college kids did. I wouldn't know. Regular wasn't in my programming.

*bzzzt bzzzt*

Little did I know back then, it was the catalyst. It was a rarity for someone to message me, most of the time people reached me through the more accessible socials, message to my phone number usually ended up as spam. But something – a flicker of boredom, maybe – made me pick it up and unlock it.

The message was long, rambling, and…...weird.

“Cas, wake the fuck up. This is a trick, you are NOT a spineless soyboy. You’re supposed to be a GOD, remember? 🤯 Alpha💪🏻. American 🇺🇸. White 🫵🏻. You have all it takes to become the God that you are destined to be! 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸 This is not it! Look at you, pathetic. Remember gridiron glory? Friday night lights? The roar of the crowd as you, Chad ‘The Crusher’ Kensington, leading your team to victory? 🏈🏈🏆 Remember the cheerleaders, their pom-poms a blur, their eyes hungry for you? Remember the taste of victory, the scent of their slick pussy🍑😏, the adoration in their eyes when they kneel to your greatness🍆💦🧠? You deserve it all. It’s your birthright. This woke bullshit campus is trying to neuter you, but deep down, the alpha is still there. Let him out. Unleash the beast 😤👹👹 They want weakness? Show them power. They want equality? Show them hierarchy. They want gentleness? Show them dominance. Go take what's yours, Chad. Grab your crown and spoil, king 👑, you know I'm right and you approve this message! 😤😤

The message was punctuated with emojis – flexing biceps, crowns, American flags, and an unsettling number of suggestive faces. My brow furrowed. This had to be some kind of elaborate prank. Some right-wing troll farm had probably gotten hold of my number. I was about to delete it when a strange warmth spread in my chest. Like a shot of something potent and unfamiliar.

It started small. A tingling in my fingers, then a tightening in my gut, like I'd just downed a gallon of protein shake. My vision sharpened, my glasses become an obstacle so I took it down. The code on the screen, which had been a comforting blur of familiar symbols, now seemed almost… insulting. My shoulders straightened instinctively. I flexed my fingers, and there was…more there. Definitely more. Concerned, I decided to make a dash to the bathroom, trying to relive myself and not disturb the others with my painful groan

As I entered the empty, secluded bathroom, that was when it hit.

It wasn't a slow transition. It was a goddamn reality shift. One second, I was Cas, the hunched-over coder, the next…I trembled on the floor as my body screamed with a new kind of awareness. My skin flushed with heat as it gets tighter, stretched over something hard and defined. Muscles. Real muscles. Not the flabby kind that comes from hauling bags of chips from the store to the dorm. These were….sculpted....powerful, dare I say.

Despite my attempt to look at my surroundings and begging for help, I only let out a weak, pathetic whimper as my gaze dropped to my swelling arms. I ripped off my oversized, stained hoodie, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams. The skinny, pale limbs I’d known my entire life were gone. It was replaced by thick, corded arms with veins popping under my now tanned, still-white skin. I managed to get some control over my trembling, swelling form, as I pushed myself to stand up. Then, as if a truck just hit me, my reflection stared back from the dirty bathroom mirror

It wasn't me, I thought rightaway, but a painful glitch hit my brain and I relaxed afterward.

The round, soft face was gone. Sharp angles had emerged – a strong jawline, high cheekbones. My eyes, which had always been a bland, watery blue behind thick glasses, were now a piercing, intense steel-grey, framed by this intimidating, darker eyebrows. My boring, unimpressive thin brunette with signs of receding hairline, had thickened, styled into a coiffed, blonde cut that framed my face perfectly. And… holy shit, my chest. I was enamored by the sight of it…defined...yet pillowy too, definitely the kind of pecs that can hypnotize anyone that stared at it for too long

The rest of my torso were equally outstanding, rippling with muscle and power beyond even my wildest imagination. A six-pack, for Christ’s sake! I ran a hand over my stomach, feeling the hard ridges beneath my skin. It felt… alien. And utterly, undeniably amazing.

Below the Adonis belt… well, let’s just say things were… proportionately enhanced. The message hadn't lied. Eight inches? Minimum. This wasn't just a physical transformation. It was…fundamental. A complete rewrite of my being.

And the memories…they flooded in, vivid and visceral, like a lifetime I’d somehow forgotten. Friday night lights. The roar of the crowd. Me, Chad Kensington, throwing a perfect spiral, the ball whistling through the air, finding my receiver in the end zone for the winning touchdown. Cheerleaders chanting my name. The hot press of bodies in the locker room, the smell of sweat and victory. The adoring gazes of girls, lining up for a piece of me.

Chad Kensington. That's me now. That had always been me. And this Cas memory… this weak, nerdy shell, this “Cas,” was just some… aberration. A glitch in the matrix, finally corrected.

A surge of pure, unadulterated testosterone pulsed through my veins. I thought to myself, this is power. This is dominance. This is what I was meant to be.

I remembered that I reached down, gripped myself through my sweatpants – they were suddenly too tight, too strained at the seams – and started to stroke hard, the phantom memories of cheering crowds and eager pussy fueling my hand. Chad Kensington, college star. Chad Kensington, panty-dropper extraordinaire. Chad Kensington, alpha male supreme. The image solidified in my mind, burning hot and real. I came hard all over the bathroom, my streak of thick, white cum painted the tiles, the mirror and even coagulated at the sink, the force of it surprising even myself, the false memory of adoration and conquest washing over me like a tidal wave.

When I finally opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, I realized that this would the very last time I would be jacking off to my dick in such a pathetic state. My baby batter would not be wasted in an empty, secluded bathroom like that so I quickly put my clothes back on and dashed to the computer lab to made my exit from the confine of that oppressive cage.

As I entered the lab, I remembered it suddenly felt… suffocating. Small. Pathetic. It wasn't my place anymore. Chad Kensington didn’t belong in a basement coding Phyton and shit. He belonged out there, dominating, conquering, taking what was rightfully his.

"Chad, what took you so long?"

Yeah, that was fun. Ramsey......did that pathetic TA really tried to intimidate me with that furrowed brow of his and confined me with bureaucracy BS? Well, he better be fuckin' jacked first before starting to act tough to me. Then, my brain started working. Maybe Ramsey can be less of a whiny, judgy TA if he received the message, so I just forwarded the message to him and smirked as I told him that I sent my reason to his personal messenger and I need to get the fuck out of here ASAP. He turned around and started to read the chat, and from the small glimpse that I managed to peek, the message is different from what I received! That's when the realization hit me. I legit mouthed "Damn" to myself as I realized that it's adaptive......like, that shit can change based on who read it. That revelation made my head spin, that message was indeed some fucking precisive, hi-tech work there. But the effect seemed to be the same, it made the reader into its best version of themselves, because how do you explain that a fucking algorithmic TA all-in-a-sudden have the built of a jacked bull like that, huh?

As he allowed me to grab my bag and leave the lab with a knowing nod, my stomach growled – not from hunger, but from a different kind of hunger. A primal urge. And then it brought me back to this very room as I remembered Kate, Jason's girlfriend. I know Jason, my roommate, was still at his stupid philosophy club meeting as I cleaned out my table, probably droning on about existential dread and Kate.....Kate was always… around, waiting for him. She's pretty enough, in a bland, accessible way. And always subtly, almost unconsciously, throwing glances my way. I knew even from back then that it must be the fucked up, corrupt message that made me think that way because Kate would never glanced to pathetic, asocial Cas, but at the same time, I was hit by this duality as I remembered myself as NOT Cas. Of course she glanced at me, I'm Chad fucking Kensington and people will not only glance my way, they will snap their head to view my greatness.

I strode out of the computer lab, my newfound muscles rippling under my thin tanktop (which also felt alarmingly small and tight). The campus walkways felt different. People noticed me. Heads turned. Girls giggled. Guys gave me that wary, respectful nod that alphas exchanged. It was intoxicating.

When I finally arrived at my dorm room, it was unlocked, as usual. Jason was perpetually trusting, another symptom of his pathetic beta male existence, I thought. I pushed it open, and there she was, Kate, sprawled on Jason's bed, scrolling through her phone, oblivious.

“Hey,” I said, my voice deeper, rougher than I remembered. Chad’s voice.

She looked up, startled as I take my shirt off so casually to reveal the sheen of sweat that seemingly coated my body. Her eyes widened, lingering on my… physique. A flicker of something in her eyes I recognized – desire – flashed in them.

“Cas? Uh.... sorry, the room is unlocked, Jason said.....I....I can wait in his bed. You just finished with practice?” Her voice was breathy, a little uncertain.

“Chad,” I corrected, stepping closer. “It’s Chad,"

She swallowed, her gaze dropping to my chest. “Chad,” she repeated, testing the name on her lips as I can see the memory started to jog on her brain. “Yeah, Chad.”

“Jason’s not here,” I stated, knowing it wasn’t a question.

She shook her head, a nervous laugh escaping her. “No, he’s… still in philosophy club.”

“Right,” I said, closing the distance between us. I reached out, my hand closing around her wrist, pulling her to her feet. Her skin was soft, yielding in my grip. Too soft. She needed to be hardened up. Tamed.

“By the way, read your phone, dropped something you would be interested to read," I said, glancing at her phone with a knowing smirk as I decided that she would be my first female guinea pig

I watched it in real time how the bland, average-looking Kate started to get way more prettier, leagues above Jason definitely, the curve gets wilder and her face really turned exactly how I imagined a sultry blonde bimbo falling head over heels for me would look like. So, after proving my little theory to be correct, that the message is transformative beyond men, I decided to test out yet another probability. Her slightly vacant eyes gave me idea as I saw a potential to create more excitement, more chaos, so I grabbed her by the chin to made her stare at me and start digging

"You get close to my roommate just to have chances to be in the same room with me, don't you? You're not the brightest girl out there, Cathy, I can see right through your play,"

Bingo, I smirked in my mind. That mind was jogging hard to made my words her reality. And since I have started anyway, I decided to take it up a notch to made my words her Bible

"In fact, you always fantasize Jason as me, right? This room smelled like me, you can taste me in the air so when you close your eyes as Jason fucked you, that mind of yours played this little game to make you think I was the one doing the fucking, huh? That's why you always come here earlier than Jason and I, you imprinted my fucking musk in your head by digging through my dirty laundry and closet so you can go through that unimpressive sex with Jason with me in mind, don't you? Well, he's not around, so why not use this time for you to just taste the real thing?"

She didn’t resist as I pulled her closer, my body pressing against hers. And seemingly taken over by her wilder, improved side, she started licking and kissing my abs

We were on Jason's bed in seconds, her clothes ripped open, the cheap fabric tearing easily under my hands. She moaned like a slut in heat, calling my name like I'm his God and only savior which fueled my dominance. It was power. It was control. It was… right.

Just as I was piledriving my cock into her now very irresistibly tight pussy, the door swung open. Jason stood there, textbooks clutched in his hand, his jaw dropping as he took in the scene. Me, thrusting hard into his girlfriend, her muffled moan filling the room.

“Cas?!” His voice was a strangled squawk.

I paused, looking up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “Chad,” I corrected again. “And you need to check your phone, Jason,”

He stared at me, bewildered, then slowly lowered his gaze to his phone, which he thankfully had in his pocket. He fumbled it out, unlocked it with trembling fingers, and then… his eyes widened. He read something on the screen, his face shifting, contorting.

The change wasn’t as instantaneous as mine had been, but it was happening. His posture straightened. His shoulders broadened. His soft, doughy face hardened, angles emerging where there had been curves. His eyes sharpened, losing their bewildered puppy-dog look, gaining a new, predatory gleam.

“Holy… fuck,” he breathed, dropping his textbooks to the floor with a thud. He looked at me, a grin spreading across his transformed face, a grin that mirrored my own. “Chad?”

“Welcome to the club, bro,” I said, nodding. “Plenty to go around.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly decent set of pecs that I didn’t remember being there before. He was still smaller than me, but… he was getting there. Fast.

Without a word, he joined me on the bed. Cathy, who had been silent and still during the initial shock of Jason’s arrival, moaned again as he climbed on top of her, his gaze now burning with the same predatory hunger I felt.

We tag-teamed her, me dealing with her now bubbly, curvy ass while Jason handled the front, his now uncut 6 inchers really bruised her throay in a brutal, animalistic act of dominance. Tears and sweat leaked out of her alongside the obvious pussy juices and saliva, but she's not really protesting despite all the shit we did to her, just… taking it. Submitting. Like the good, cheerleader slut she was. It was… satisfying. In a deeply, disturbingly primal way.

Later, after we were done, Cathy panted for breath looking like a total wrecked mess on Jason's bed as I and Jason stood side-by-side, flexing in front of the mirror. The dorm room felt… different. Charged. Alive. With power.

As my mind snapped back to the current situation and how much change I have caused, Jason's question really cause a stir in my mind

“Think this… message… can do this to anyone?” Jason asked, running a hand over his newly defined jawline.

I smirked. “Oh I know this shit can do it to anyone. But let's see how far this can go,"

I pulled out my phone, found the message, and forwarded it to the Computer Science group chat. A chat filled with other pathetic, nerdy guys like I used to be. Guys who needed… guidance. Correction.

Almost instantly, phones started buzzing and pinging around the dorm. Then, shouts. Yells. The sound of furniture being overturned. Loud, aggressive music blaring from open windows. Footsteps pounding in the hallway.

Jason and I exchanged a glance. Then we grinned. Wide, feral grins.

The campus is about to change. And Chad Kensington, along with his newly minted alpha brothers, is going to be leading the charge. My birthright, after all.

[angelmichelangelo]

mutant mayhem headcanons because i am unhinged here we go:

donnie is a late bloomer (an explanation why he’s the only brother that hasn’t had his voice broken yet) and ofc in true brotherly fashion the others absolutely rip into him about it

raph told mikey once as little kids that the reason his head is shaped like a watermelon is becuase splinter dropped him on his head as a baby and mikey cried so hard he threw up

leo and donnie are HUGE anime fans. they LOVE dragon ball z and once splinter found the live action movie dvd in the trash and brought it home as a surprise and leo and donnie had to pretend they liked it so now raph and mikey tease them both and make them watch it with their dad even though it’s SO painful (and ofc splinter is oblivious lol)

raph got his front tooth knocked out after he was certain he could skateboard across a sewer pipe upside down on his hands (he could not)

mikey and donnie prank call random businesses together they find in the yellow pages and are really good at doing voices

raph is a big fan of jackass. and it shows. he often times ropes mikey into whatever stunt he’s trying to replicate

they all have wrestling personas after watching old WWE together. leo is Consequenzes, raph is The Red Fury, donnie is Bone Crusher 2000 and mikey is Captain Die - they picked them when they were like, 9 and there’s no take backs

mikey and raph spray paint the tunnels together and make some pretty decent art. splinter is fine with it as long as they don’t make anything crude, which, as teenage boys, they absolutely do. there’s a tunnel deep in the sewers that just says ‘BOOBS LOL’

mikey is one of those kids that’s amazing at any school subject, he just doesn’t care for learning so he doesn’t apply himself at all

raph is second most smartest next to donnie. he plays chess with donnie, and he says it’s only because nobody else can or will, but he secretly enjoys it

leo is dyslexic as hell. it frustrates him, as a perfectionist, but his brothers often help him when he’s struggling

splinter made them their weapons! but raph went behind his back and sharpened his sais without him knowing (cos a sai is supposed to be blunt but ended up in donnie’s leg somehow in the trailer so. ouch)

mikey and leo both have braces, leo just wears a nighttime retainer. after raph knocked his tooth out, donnie went about bragging that he had the most perfect teeth out of all his brothers

they’re all HoH (cos their turtles and turtles have terrible hearing above water) which is why they constantly talk loudly and over each other and splinter who has great hearing, because he’s a rat, has to put up with this lol. and they don’t know they’re HoH until later on when they’re older and donnie is like “oooohhhh right yeah that makes sense”

donnie has terrible vision, being shortsighted, he’s tried to create contacts for himself in his prescription for fighting convenience but has been pretty hesitate in creating something that goes inside his eyeballs

they made a band together called Chemical Terrapins even though none of them can play instruments but they do have one of those tiny baby toy keyboards that they found in the trash once and they all fought over who was gonna play it.. until they realised their hands were way too big for the keys lol

leo totally chose the name of the band because he’s an emo kid at heart </3

splinter taught them both english and japanese but they’re not entirely fluent

[staringdownabarrel]

The Game hits differently as an adult than when it did when I was a kid.

Back when I was a kid, mobile games were still in their infancy. Like yeah, there was Snake and Bounce, but that was pretty much it. A mobile phone had the games it came preloaded with and while you could get new ones online, most people didn't. And while there was still that phenomenon of annoying little kids going up to random adults and asking if they had games on their phone, I feel like it wasn't as common.

For the most part, mobile gaming hadn't really gotten to the point where it was psychologically addicting the same way it is now. That kind of thing only really started up when I was in high school. Even then, I tended to write off the "oh, my mum's addicted to Candy Crush" stuff as just a meme-y thing rather than an actual phenomenon. It's really only been in the eleven-ish years since I finished high school, and mostly in the last five or six years, that I've really been aware of people getting super addicted to mobile games as a thing. (This isn't to say it wasn't happening at all before then; just to say I wasn't as aware of it before then. Keep in mind that I live under a rock.)

The other thing here is that back when I was a kid and watching The Game for the first time, it wasn't really as acceptable for people to just sit there on their mobile for hours on end. For a long time, the mobile phone was seen as a thing you had for emergencies only, and even then a lot of people wouldn't bother to take it with them when they left the house.

This did eventually change around 2009 or 2010, when even less well off people could get a mobile phone that wasn't just a Nokia brick that was really only good for texting and calling people. Once that happened, people started using them more. But before that? Nah, not really. The Boomer cartoons from the mid-2000s about Millennial teenagers always being buried in their phones were either making mountains out of molehills or based around the one kid they knew who was a bit more of a social butterfly.

So the first few times I saw The Game, I wrote it off as just being a product of its time. When I thought of video games at the time, I was mostly thinking of console games, not of Snake. I dismissed the idea that someone would get addicted to a video game as being something that didn't really happen that much outside of a few edge cases here and there where maybe a guy died at his keyboard after playing World of Warcraft for a week straight, and even then I thought it was mostly because they had no life outside of it.

Nowadays though, I think it was weirdly prophetic, and I'm not entirely sure the writers on that episode fully realised that at the time. People really are getting addicted to mobile games (and, to some degree, MMOs) much more than they used to, and that's largely by design. Those games really are designed to be addictive.

So while in 2007, I wrote The Game off as being a wonky fantasy written by a generation who were maybe a little bit out of touch, now I realise they were probably on to something. The idea that someone might design a game to be extremely addictive and try to weaponise it somehow doesn't seem as farfetched now as I thought it was back then.

More to the point, there really are people out there who'll do remarkably stupid things because of an online game. It doesn't have to be some propaganda campaign or anything like that; they'll just be mad that a certain part of the game isn't realistic enough. War Thunder in particular has a bit of a reputation for this--there's been multiple military personnel from multiple countries who've leaked design specifications for their country's tanks online because of the game. I wouldn't be too surprised if most spy agencies have people keeping an eye on message boards related to it just because of that.

I don't know if I necessarily think The Game is a good episode. Of the Wesley Crusher episodes made after he goes to the Academy, this is the only one that really falls into that "Wesley the wonder boy" trap a lot of season one episodes had where he'd be pivotal to saving the day. It's still a more interesting take on that concept because it's ultimately Data who does it rather than him, but that honestly could have been incidental more than anything.

What I do think, however, is that it's an interesting episode. It's the kind of episode that's definitely made me think as I've gotten older. My opinion of it now is that while it's not really the best episode, it is good science fiction because it was remarkably on point about the general direction society was going to go down and it inspires thought.

[doedipus]

the period from thanks to news is jazz season. I'm going to make you listen to jazz fusion albums I like.

this one has a cool owl on the cover

I also don't like how a lot of these albums just have the composer's name and not any of the rest of the musicians on the project, so I'm gonna stick the full credits from rateyourmusic under a read more

深町純 [Jun Fukamachi] keyboards, arranger, producer, composer

Hidenori Taga executive producer

Katsuya Yasumuro assistant producer

Isao Sakai cover design

Masashi Takamura photography

Kevin Hargerty photography

Richard Tee piano

Gordon Edwards bass

Tony Levin bass

Anthony Jackson bass

Steve Gadd drums

Chris Parker drums

Howard King drums

村上"PONTA"秀一 [Shuichi "PONTA" Murakami] drums

'Crusher' Bennett percussion

Eric Gale guitar

Cornell Dupree guitar

Steve Khan guitar

Barry Finnerty guitar

Ernie Watts tenor saxophone

Richard Wagner composer

Lou Marini tenor saxophone

Barry Rogers trombone

Randy Brecker trumpet

[momentokori]

what if there’s a group called the koolkidz crushers alliance that’s whole point is just to take down the koolkidz and it’s made up of a bunch of random salty groups

might make this idk if you have any characters ideas but I’ll make it in the morning if I get the seal of approval lol

Akdjsk I like that a lot actually

Unfortunately

Phone keyboard not working again

I'll send in your inbox throughout the night

[elfmoon3]

A Shadowy Mist Chapter 46 (Transformers Animated story)

Pairings: Prowl x Oc, Bumblebee x Oc, Optimus Prime x Black Arachnia, Oc x Oc

Summary: The Autobots are off to rescue the Yokaiton princess who is fighting with two Decepticons.

Location: Central Detroit

Princess Stella was fighting against Blitzwing and Lugnut. She was already in her true form, her ears were longer than Flora's, her skin was a light pink, her hair was long and white, and her purple eyes had stars for pupils. The magic staff she was using in battle was then knocked out of her hands by Blitzwing on his aggressive personality. "Oh, sleez!" She cursed as Blitzwing switched to his calm personality. "Better surrender now, Your Highness." He said before being hit by a familiar axe that swung back to the one responsible's servos. "No one is surrendering today, Blitzwing!!" Optimus said as he and his team came just in the nick of time. Skya ran super fast and grabbed her friend's staff and Stella as she raced back to the team. "Anges Have Fallen, Mary, check for civilians and make sure they don't get too close." Meagan commanded as the band Angels Have Fallen and Mary went to make sure that no one gets hurt. The Autobots attacked the two cons with the help of the other agents, and surprisingly, the Yokaitons. Flora created some vines to whip at Lugnut at the legs. Skya flew up to punch Lugnut in the face. "Insignificant little pests!!" Lugnut yelled before he was zapped by Bumblebee. Prowl fought alongside Bumblebee with Shadow Mist and PixelSpark. The two cyber-ninjas used their weapons. Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Crusher, Grim, Princess Stella, Diamond, and Meagan fought against Blitzwing. The fight against the two decepticons raged on. Until Blitzwing and Lugnut got a call from Megatron and retreated in their aircraft modes. "Yeah, that's right!! You better fly losers!!" Skya said mockingly, making Bumblebee laugh. PixelSpark looked confused about the Decepticons sudden retreat. "Aw, I wanted to use the sparkle cannon more." She said sadly. "That wasn't them flying away. It was a tactical retreat." Optimus said. Meagan looked at the Yokaiton princess. "Ok, um, I'm Meagan, and you already met my friends, and we met yours. So mind telling me why the decepticons were after you?" She asked politely. The princess sighed. "We overheard them talking about resurrecting The Fallen. We have no clue what they meant." She said. "And they went after us for eavesdropping." Skya said. "We hid in the city hoping to find some help." Flora said, "And that's when we encountered all of you." Diamond said, "But you were nicer than those two brutes." She added as the Autobots looked concerned while listening. Stella looked at them with confusion. "What's wrong?" She asked as Shadow Mist sighed, "The Fallen is known as Megatronus. He used to be one of the original primes before his desire for power and chaos drove him into betraying his brethren." She mentioned as she got an alarm from the Hideout saying someone had broken in. "The Hideout's security mechanism just went off!" She said as she and the other Autobots transformed into their vehicle modes. The agents hoped on as the Yokaitons joined in as drove off towards the Hideout.

At the Hideout

As they made it back to the Hideout, Shadow Mist quickly went to her room to check her computer and saw that her notes were copied from it. She slammed her right servo on the computer terminals keyboard in anger. "PRIMUS DARN IT!!" She yelled in rage but then calmed down and walked out of her room with a worried expression. Prowl walked to her to comfort her, "Shadow Mist, what happened?" Optimus asked. "Someone copied my notes." She said sadly. Meagan looked at the security cameras and saw a decepticon sneak in on the screen. "Um guys, who's that?" She said as they saw someone that Bumblebee wished he'd never wanted to see again. "Shockwave." He said as he remembered how the decepticon agent tricked him to thinking that Waspinator aka Wasp was a decepticon spy during his boot camp days. "Now, what do we do?" Bulkhead asked in worry. "We keep fighting and prevent the decepticons from resurrecting Megatronus." Optimus said. "I couldn't agree more." Meagan said

At the Decepticon lair

Megatron stared at his two colleagues who were on their knees. "We apologize, Lord Megatron. The Autobots rescued the yokaiton princess before we could bring her to you for interrogation of what she and her friends heard." Lugnut said in shame. Blitzwing, in his calm personality, got up. "And the Yokaitons fought alongside them." He said, as Megatron raised his right servo, for he has heard enough. "Despite your failed attempts to make sure the Autobots don't know of our plans. It was not all in vein." He said as Shockwave came out of the shadows with a device that has the copied notes from Shadow Mist's computer. "We are indeed one step closer to our goal." He said darkly.

To be continued...

[muggys-workshed]

**VOLUME WARNING JIC**im not too confident on my own volume leveling yet but y'know, watch out jic :´)**

So I feel savage right now and lost my filter for leaks music-wise, here's a snippet from one of the songs I'm planning to use for Week1 Really Gangsta, featuring LoganMcOof's Pico soundfont, the Jagger (CE Alter!Jake) soundfont I made for this week and a sidesong for smth else, and an Ellenwood Area sample (god help i don't lose my integrity over copyright, imma pray).

This is my first time composing on FL Studio (suggested by one of my fellow friends who's into musik), specifically on v.12. Don't get mistaken though, this is not the first version I've done of the song (it's the V3 so far) nor is a definitive (as you'd guess), there's still things to be checked out before calling it an official release (aka when the WEEK ITSELF is uploaded...which is gonna take a while but yo, I'm tryna do my own thing too here kay? There's stuff to do for CE aside MAD charting and all that jazz -creditwillstillbegivenwhereitsduethofairuseisabigdeal)

cool art thumb just to give hints and bc hey, i'm an artist, even if it's just a rough sketch i'm gonna put it here for the sake of it

[floofyboi57]

Epithet Erased Band AU I thought of while painting shit at work-

Giovanni and his boys form a garage band where they make rebellious rock music about sticking it to the man

Gio is the lead guitarist, Spike is the vocalist, Flamethrower’s on bass, Car Crash plays the drums, Dark Star is the backup vocalist, and Ben’s on keyboard

Crusher is their roadie

He met Molly while handing out flyers for his band’s gig at the grocery store

She kept the flyer, even though she was hesitant about going

Trixie found out her dumb cousin invited her friend to his gig and they went with Molly. It was passed Phoenica’s bedtime so she couldn’t come

Molly actually liked it a lot more than she thought she would. Sure it was loud, but she actually liked watching the band play

Trixie took her to one of Giovanni’s practice and now Molly’s their biggest fan

She goes to their practice sessions when she can and Giovanni even promised to teach her how to play electric guitar

Obligatory Battle of the Bands plot line!

Ben hears about it and tells the others

It’s being held in this coffee shop as a way to draw in more customers

Winner gets some cash prize and some people involved in the music industry will be there

Meet the cast!

Mera makes techno music, Indus helps her with her equipment

She’s there for the cash prize

Bliss Ocean is this fairly known alternative group, but known for all the wrong reasons. Every member has been to jail and no one has seen their mysterious manager who always seems to bail them out of trouble

They’re not there to compete, Zora has beef with a music producer going to the show and she wants to ruffle his feathers

Ramsey is gonna get his feathers ruffled. He worked with Zora back in the day and it did NOT go well, now they’re in bad terms and she’s always bothering him. He just wants to find a new band to pitch to the label he works for so he doesn’t get fired

Rick came there with Yoomtah and somehow ended up joining the competition. No he doesn’t play an instrument. This will be interesting

Sylvie works at the coffee shop the battle takes place in. He doesn’t care for any of this, as he prefers classical music, but it’s drumming up business. Besides, it was his boss’ idea.

Bugsy and Arnold are the lead vocalists of their own band. They only really formed their band for the fame, and are hoping some big music people will want to sign them

Howie is a roadie. He’s just there to help any bands who need assistance moving stuff.

Percy is a cop who’s familiar with Giovanni’s band and Bliss Ocean. Bliss Ocean because of their reputation, and Giovanni because his neighbors keep calling the police due to noise complaints. She’s iffy on him, but at least music is a constructive outlet for his teen angst instead of shoplifting or loitering

She’s also friends with Ramsey, no real reason why I just care them

Naven is also involved in the music industry, though as a manager for a few different bands. Recently some tabloids have snapped some photos of him with Yoomtah Zing, Bliss Ocean’s drummer, and rumors about them are going around.

Molly becomes the band’s unofficial junior roadie during the battle of the bands, leaving a lot of her chores and shifts at the toy store to be covered by Lorelai- who is NOT happy about this

I like band AU’s-

[queer-ragnelle]

omg i forgot tomorrow was the start of nanowrimo.

i can’t commit to that while i’m currently editing a novel but also if i added 50k words to that i would have to be jailed without keyboard access. like i wouldn’t resist that would be fair punishment for my own sake. how long are these books gonna be i’m not brando sando & i don’t want to be but i’m obsessive enough about writing that i could easily make these books chihuahua crushers. if i wanted. my accountability partner wouldn’t be encouraging me to write they would have to make me stop. pry me away & duct tape oven mitts to my hands like a kid with chicken pox so i can’t type. i’d be mad but eventually come to understand the necessity. for my own good. for my reader’s own good.

[jodjuya]

Animorphs #32 - The Separation

The terrible book where Rachel morphs a starfish, gets cut in half, and then the two halves demorphed into two separate Rachels.

Yo, to be fully honest I thought the entire back half of the book was a Chee-orchestrated psy-op to get the two Rachels in a specific place in a specific morph for the recombination plan. Am I crazy or was that what was telegraphed, informed by the previous psy-op pulled by The Animorphs to trap David in a rat morph??

Ax is like "hmm, there's one possible solution that might be just crazy enough to work... 🤔🤔🤔 (Or maybe they'll just die idk 🤷🏻‍♂️)"

And then they just drop it entirely and move on.

And I'm just like, okay cool, we're doing some Unreliable Narrator type stuff. The other Animorphs are deliberately misleading the two Rachels to manipulate them. There's clearly some slight-of-hand stuff going on behind her back, can't wait to see the reveal. There's no way that this split-the-party plan is legit, with Jake forcing Wimpy!Rachel to morph a cockroach before she's knocked out and stuck in a box, and then Visser Three turns up to deliver a moustache-twirling, I-have-you-now,-mwahaha monologue at them while both the floor AND the rear wall of the room they're trapped in start descending/advancing towards them simultaneously; followed up by Jake going "and that's why you always leave a note! the moral of this little misadventure was demonstrating that you two Rachel halves DO need each other after all!"

But, uh... nope!

Those are the actual events that actually happened! Physically-implausible-garbage-crusher supervillainy and all.

And Ax's so-crazy-it-just-might-work scheme is that they hold hands while morphing into each other while Erek gives them a very powerful electric shock. This somehow works, somehow. I fucking hate it.

[ALSO EREK THAT IS 'DOING VIOLENCE' WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING MY GUY?!]

Less stupid suggestions that I thought of in like twenty minutes of thinking about it:

They both go cockroach, give each other a cockroach hug, then they get stepped on together so the goo intermingles, then they demorph together into one Rachel

Same as above, but with starfish morph, somehow

One Rachel morphs into a Yeerk and infests the other Rachel. Yeerk!Rachel morphs Other!Rachel into something, Erek gives them an electric shock for good measure to break Yeerk!Rachel's command over their shared consciousness, and then Other!Rachel takes them back out of the morph while focusing really hard on being a fully human, Yeerk-free, version of herself

Heck, create an Ixcila of both of them, and just create two fully-integrated Rachels. (Then one of them dies in a Heroic Self-Sacrifice or something idk)

The gang gets Erek to take a look at The Escafil Device, and he shows them the keyboard shortcut to bring up the developer console, and it just has a hidden setting in there to automatically fix this issue (because to the Andalite engineers this accidental-duplication issue was a known bug [solved with either a technobabble solution, or with a more low-brow solution involving taking an Ixcila snapshot of one Rachel's consciousness, integrating it into the second Rachel, and then a miniature Shredder emitter pops out of the cube and just vaporises the first Rachel lol])

And finally, good old fashioned Deus Ex Machina: the Ellimist fixes it with time-travel shenanigans.

[c0ncrete0verwater]

Sound Assignment

For my final sound assignment, I made a snippet of dialog from a hypothetical shitty 90s game. I was inspired by a clip of me testing out a new midi keyboard from a while ago. It reminded me of a whimsical 8-bit  video game, so I took that and ran with it.  

The “my voice” element is my voice, which I ran through a bit-crusher plug-in and then saved with a low sample rate for good measure. My original recording is the midi backing track that I just looped several times to be the proper length. I couldn’t find a sufficient barking sound effect so that is also an original recording. My sounds from the internet are the chimes that play at the beginning of each dialog section, I ripped that from an existing upload of game dialog sound effects and just pitched it down. There's also an “item acquired” sound effect right at the end there that I got off a youtube compilation. 

[mynoisycollectionstarlight]

Betty Davis

They Say I'm Different

(1974)

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Betty Davis - vocals

Debbie Burrell - vocals

Elaine Clark - vocals

Mary Jones - vocals

Trudy Perkins - vocals

Mike Clark - drums

Nicky Neal - drums, vocals

Willy Sparks - drums, vocals

Ted Sparks - drums

Pete Escovedo - timbales

Victor Pantoja - congas, percussion

Errol "Crusher" Bennett - percussion

Buddy Miles - guitar

Jimmy Godwin - guitar

Cordell Dudley - guitar, vocals

Carlos Morales - guitar, vocals

Larry Johnson - bass

Merl Saunders - electric piano

Fred Mills - keyboards, vocals

James Allen Smith - keyboards

Hershall Kennedy - Clavinet, keyboards, organ, electric piano, trumpet, vocals

Tony Vaughn - bass vocal, Clavinet, keyboards, piano, electric piano, vocals