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sailorspren · 2 months ago

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I'm not a cosmere theories freak but I do have one theory I'm very passionate about which is that the pure tones of Roshar sound like sine wave synths! Let me explain :) I am taking "pure" to mean "consisting of only one note (and no overtones)", which is basically the definition of a sine wave. A sine wave is the representation of a single frequency with no harmonics and is considered an acoustically pure tone. Sine waves don't occur naturally - real world sounds always have overtones, in varying quantities. We can synthesize sine waves, however, and they sound like this (I played it in different pitches so you can get an idea of the timbre):

Here's a visual representation of a sine wave:

So this is what I imagine it sounds like when Dalinar opens a perpendicularity, or when singers hear pure notes in highstorms. And because the sound of a sine wave is so unnatural, it would really stand out and feel otherworldly on a planet that doesn't have modern technology - and I feel like that fits the description.

We also know that it's possible to use tuning forks to play the three pure tones of roshar and pull the matching types of light out of gemstones. While acoustic instruments can't produce a truly pure note (aka a sine audio wave), tuning forks come pretty close. They initially produce high overtones, but those fade out quickly, and then the forks keep resonating with a pure tone. It makes sense that tuning forks are the closest Rosharan humans can get to synthesizing a sine wave!

There's also the fact that Raboniel can sing the pure notes and get the lights to respond, while Navani can't. Is it just because Raboniel's pitch is more accurate, or do singers have an physiological ability to produce notes with less overtones? This is really interesting to me...

And one more fun thing to consider. You know what other instrument comes pretty close to producing a pure tone? The flute! Hoid gave Kaladin a flute... idk if it actually has any reasoning behind it but I really hope it does 😂 imagine how cool it will be if it will be used for musical magic system stuff

#cosmere #stormlight archive #stormlight theories #cosmere theories #rhythm of war #rhythm of war spoilers #cosmere music theory

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david-talks-sw · 4 months ago

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"The Acolyte" wasn't 'woke' propaganda.

I had my issues with the show (you can check out my other posts to see what they were) but there's this notion that The Acolyte was created to spread The Message™ of "woke propaganda"... and I think there's a bit of a mix-up going on, there.

Because that's simplifying things a lot.

When you're a minority, you're not "being woke" when you're just being yourself! Conversely, you're not "writing to be woke" when you're a minority drawing inspiration from your personal experiences to tell a story.

I talked before about how George Lucas implemented elements of his personal life in his own films. In his own words:

"There's no way to write without writing from yourself. Y'know, the stuff gets made out of things that you care about… whether you've actually lived them or not. There are emotional issues that you deal with, and I think that's always a major factor with any writer. I don’t think— it's hard to write without having some kind of emotional connection to the material. I've never seen any reason not to. It’s easy to write that way. It's hard to write in the abstract. So when I write a scene, I write a scene that moves me or I care about, or is something that is personal to me." - George Lucas, Q&A with Lynne Hale, 1994 (StarWars.com)

Any piece of writing worth some salt needs to come from a personal place to some degree because that's where the heart of the story, the truth, lies. That's what an audience will relate to.

Example: The six original Star Wars films are purely George Lucas. As in, everything in those films, from the characters, to the cinematography, to the editing style, etc are all a reflection of who George is as a person and what he stands for:

anti-Vietnam / "fight the corporate & imperial machine"

60s-70s white kid from Modesto, California

single father of three

who defines himself as Methodist-Buddhist,

has an anthropology major and

a passion for Kurosawa,

cinema vérité,

cinema history in general

art and visuals and

car racing.

You see all that in those films.

Same thing with The Acolyte.

Leslye Headland drew from her personal experiences.

Among other things, Leslye is gay. So that's what she uses as inspiration to, for instance, craft Qimir's character motivation.

"I was on the treadmill being like, “What is [Qimir] gonna say?!” And my wife, who is a huge part of my creative process, finally she said, “What do you wanna say? Stop thinking of it like you have to somehow tap into a different guy.” [...] I was like, “I wanna say that people don't want me to exist as a gay woman, as a woman in this particular space, working in this wild sandbox.” There was a whole crew of people who believed in me, but deep down, I felt like, “I am unaccepted for who I am because of what I believe in and wanting to wield my power the way I'd like without having to answer to the legion of people that just exist out there.”" - Leslye Headland, Collider, 2024

She took this specific life experience of hers, and then made it more universal, so that a bigger audience could relate to it.

"By the way, I think everybody feels this way. I think that's why it resonates when you're honest about yourself, and you get personal about it. When [Qimir] says, “I want freedom,” that's what I want. I just want freedom. I want to be able to just be out there and be myself and be the type of artist I want to be without having to answer to anybody." - Leslye Headland, Collider, 2024

Same goes with Osha and Sol's relationship, or how she defines the Jedi Order. It derives from her own relationship with her father and how she felt being raised straight, in a Christian household.

If you have the time, listen to this audio clip where she describes that.

In the context of the whole interview, her voice goes down a few octaves and starts to crack a bit. This is a vulnerable moment, when she's talking about it... and it's this experience that she turned into fuel for her writing of Sol and Osha's father/daughter bond.

"There's this thing that's called benign sexism, and part of it is this paternal protectionism — it seems like this good thing, but like you said, there's this, “I have to protect you from everything. I have to make sure you're okay. I have to tell you what track to get on, and then once you're on that track, I need to support you.” Ultimately, what happens is — again, this is a father-daughter relationship — as women evolve in their lives and develop their own personalities separate from their fathers, at some point, they have to reject that protectionism. [...] She cannot stay a little girl or an adolescent or young adult. She has to, at some point, say, “I reject what you have told me I need to do to make you proud, to follow in your footsteps.” She has to do that." - Leslye Headland, Collider, 2024

Now... if we're talking consistency with the themes in Lucas' Star Wars, then yeah, The Acolyte misses the mark.

The Jedi Order isn't the patriarchy or the Catholic Church. They're more like Buddhist monks, George has stated so multiple times.

The Jedi teachings aren't narratively meant to be the same traits found in toxic masculinity or benign sexism.

When a Jedi tells you to be mindful of your emotions, it's not meant in the "boys don't cry" sense.

When they talk about letting go of attachments, it's not meant in a stoic "don't get emotionally involved" sense.

Anakin too, the whole point is that he's wrong, the narrative frames his fall to the Dark Side as his own fault, it's not meant to be perceived as a failure in upbringing.

But she's not the only one who does it. Filoni does it too, a majority of fans have this take on the Jedi.

And because of her experiences, I can see why her takeaway would be that. Same goes for Filoni, they're products of their generation, upbringing and experiences.

My point is:

Leslye Headland is writing from a personal place, when she's writing The Acolyte. It's partially informed by her politics because - like she quotes, "personal is political" - but when it comes to the writing of the show, it's personal first and foremost.

What this was, was a Star Wars fan (arguably the nerdiest one we've had so far, in terms of creators) putting all of herself in the creation of a show that perfectly reflects who she is and what she stands for, resulting in:

a story about growing past your father's paternal control and accepting that our guides aren't infallible,

where her wife holds a role and gets to wield a lightsaber,

a show about taking corrupt religious institutions to task

about the Sith and the Dark Side

and questioning the unquestionable

and exploring whether the good are really so good and if the bad are really so bad.

This was a project written from the heart, and regardless of whether the resulting art found its mark, I think it's important to note that it wasn't written to spread a propaganda message in some "pro-woke holy war" or whatever the hell the YouTubers are peddling.

#star wars #leslye headland #george lucas #the acolyte

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lullabyes22-blog · 21 days ago

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Snippet - The Stretcher - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

An ugly reckoning...

tw: gore, violence, medical trauma, limb loss

cw: suggestions of inappropriate relationships between mentor and student

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

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Silco walks on.

Inside, the odor of stale chemicals seeps through the air. Jinx's containment pod is a plexiglas sphere resembling a transparent hive. Inside, she is laid out on a narrow cot. Her left hand—the two clever fingers so cruelly excised—is strapped to a splint. The stumps are a little red, but clean and dry. Each one is neatly sutured with black thread.

Black as the sucking hole in her chest.

Through the covers, Silco can see the delineations of the wound, a map of gauze adhering to her torso. The flesh is still flayed. But it is no longer a disaster-site of hideous spillage. The raw tendons are scored with tiny stitches. Each one, a testament to Singed’s ruthlessly meticulous handiwork.

The rest of Jinx is bone pale as if the scant pigment on her skin has been sucked dry. Her freckles stand out in stark pinpricks.

Two bags of fluid hang on a metal pole, drip-drip-dripping down a tube into a needle jammed into her arm. The steady flow of antibiotics, morphine, and synthesized Shimmer will bolster her vitals and keep her under. Her breathing—a tarred constriction of bubbles caught in her perforated lungs—has smoothed over the course of the night. But it remains an effortful jag: deep, dragging, discordant.

Silco's guts churn. The instinctive grind of rage is offset by guilt.

Then: shock.

Jinx is not alone.

A longer body's curved around Jinx's small one. One arm, the sleeve rolled to the elbow, is flung over her hip. Fingertips splay against her thigh: an anchor. The other arm, metallic, makes a protective arc over Jinx's skull. The cybernetic fingers, tipped with steel, are threaded in her blue hair. The head, half-obscured in lank brown curls, is tipped to Jinx's own.

Their temples mirror. Their eyelashes kiss. The cadence of their chests rises and falls in concert.

The Hexcore, with hypnotic rotations, bathes Jinx and Viktor in a violet glow.

From his own extremities, Silco feels pure rage blast open as the Monster unlocks.

"What the hell—?"

Singed looms from the corner of the medbay: tall and fleshlessy thin as a mantis. He's clad in a white smock resembling a butcher's apron. The barest smear of blood is caught in the weave. He glances up at Silco's snarl.

Apart from an expression of insectile alertness, he shows no other signs of concern.

"Ah," he says. "You've returned."

"Open the pod."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Viktor. What in the frozen hell is he—?"

"He's aiding her retrieval."

"What?"

"Her retrieval," Singed says, in the same imperturbable tone. "From what I understand, a plunge into the Void is not unlike falling into arctic waters. It takes a strong grip to pull oneself out. J17 is a skilled swimmer. But she remains partially submerged. She'll need a guide to drag her to the shore."

"He has no right to—"

"To what? Hold his companion's hand?"

"Companion?"

Singed nods.

Silco's jaw locks as the Doctor's meaning sinks in.

Guardians and Mages. He'd known, in his bones, that the bond between Viktor and Jinx held a strange, unearthly resonance. A tie that binds, like gravity does a comet: two celestial forces, inexorably pulled together by the galvanic charge of their shared potential.

He'd assumed the nature of the bond was intellectual. That their kinship was a matter of mathematics: two minds, one wavelength. Then Jinx's spells of strangeness and self-enforced secrecy began. He thinks of the audio recordings in the Aerie: the susurrations and whispers. The ungodly silence.

It wasn't sex—no matter the wildness of his paranoia, he knew Jinx was still too innocent, and that her tastes lay elsewhere. But the overtones—of communion, and a deeper, almost otherworldly intimacy—were terrifying.

Now, seeing them together—a tangle of arms, a knotting of fingers—his worst fears have been made manifest.

It's plain, from the ease between their bodies, that Jinx has slept in Viktor's arms before. Plain, too, that it's happened enough times for this closeness to take on overtones of trust. A trust Silco had invited: to his doorstep, past his threshold, and straight to his daughter’s bed.

A trust that’s been repaid with disaster.

Reflexively, Silco's fists ball.

"Open the pod," he says.

"What?"

"Open it."

"With all due respect, that is not the wisest course of action." Singed remains maddeningly equable. He could be discussing a minor surgical procedure: the pros and cons of local versus general anesthetic. "The Hexcore—from what I gather—is acting as a buffer. It is protecting both J17 and Viktor as they work to draw her out. To separate them at this juncture would risk a backlash."

"Backlash?"

"I'm speaking in metaphysical rather than medical terms. From what I have gleaned, the Hexcore is a living organism. It has its own will and wants. I am not privy to the nature of the bargain it has struck with Viktor. But I hazard that it is his key to the Void. And that, in exchange for entry, it protects his and Jinx’s corporeal forms. To rip them apart would be... traumatic. For all parties present."

In Viktor's embrace, Jinx expels a sigh. There's a subtle alteration in her breathing. The Void creeping across her brainwaves, perhaps. Viktor's arm flexes around her. His own breathing—that half-mechanical, half-organic rasp—deepens. His lips touch her temple.

The Hexcore sings. The pitch is nearly ethereal.

Two spirits: locked in orbit.

Silco's jaw grinds. A vein ticks in his temple. Whatever's happening, it is not something he comprehends. Not something, he suspects, meant to be comprehended. But that doesn't stymie the rage. Nor the dread.

The former, he can dissect with a cool eye, peel it down to the viscera of what it is: a primal need to keep his child safe.

The latter, though...

That's a formless shadow stretching over his psyche. The sense of something very, very huge: a force the size of a godhead eclipsing the horizon. And the stormfront, lightning-laced, is rolling across the sea straight towards his ship of destiny.

It's not often Silco feels his smallness. But he does now, and the fallout is brutal.

"You knew," he says, deathly soft.

"Hm?"

"You knew. About Viktor. Compromising my child."

Singed is not a shrugger. Hedging is not his strong suit. But his silence speaks for itself.

"I would not call such a bond a compromise," he says at length. "In some ways, it was inevitable. Viktor is extraordinarily gifted. J17, a creature of pure potential. They are both seekers in the dark. It makes sense that they'd find each other." A slight cant to his head: a gesture of self-reproach. "I will admit: I should have informed you. But there was no reason to believe the entanglement was of a carnal nature."

"No reason to believe they weren't fucking?"

The vulgarism stirs Singed out of scholarly calm. He doesn't smile. But his lipless mouth shows a glint of teeth. It's the same expression he'd wear when Silco would return to the Cannery after prowling the dank cloaca of the Lanes.

Always: with a plaything on his arm and ill-gotten gains in his pocket.

He'd often likened Silco's gravitation toward vice as a form of self-medicating. The sex, the drugs, the power-plays: all symptoms of a man whose eye could not close, and needed other means to unwind. Other ways to blot out the light.

It was a diagnosis Silco only partially agreed with. It was not autonomic impediment that kept his bad eye from closing. Simply the refusal to look away from the world as it was.

Now, his bad eye smolders in its socket. It's a marvel the Doctor doesn't wilt in its heat. Then again, Singed's always been a hard man to burn.

It's what he and Silco have in common.

"No," he says. "That, I do not believe."

"Is that so?"

"Given Viktor's... condition... it's unlikely."

"I'm not sure if you're aware, Doctor—" Silco's tone, beneath the frigid civility, is honed to cut jugulars, "—but there are ways around that."

The glint of teeth deepens. A grin, however cold. "Oh, I am aware. But I'm also aware of Viktor's nature. I've known him since he was a boy. Frailty's always been his cross to bear. But that has not diminished his drives. Only... redirected them, as it were."

"Sublimation."

"You sound dubious."

Silco's good eye slits. Singed's grin fades.

"I understand. We're men of pragmatic bent. There will always be a selfish component to our pursuits. A willingness to see the big picture, even if it means putting our better selves on the backburner." He turns to the pod. "Viktor is different. His nature has a singular trajectory: up. He wants to ascend. To break free of limitations: both inborn and self-imposed. Sex, in comparison, is a dead-end. Love, though? That's something else. Something that can take him to the stars."

Silco follows his stare. The pair, entwined, are haloed in violet. Their breathing is slow and steady.

A duet.

"The boy's always longed for a taste of the transcendent," Singed muses. "I imagine, in J17, he's found it. A force of pure creation. Pure entropy. It is only in chaos that order can thrive. The sense of a divine plan is what gives meaning to the world. And a multivalent, fractal reality is what allows a scientific theory to evolve into law."

Silco's knuckles pop. He says nothing.

"If it helps," the Doctor adds, "I doubt the boy's done worse than hold her hand. The way he speaks of her, one would think her a... psychopomp. Someone to guide him to a higher plane of knowledge. Someone whose existence is to be worshiped. Not possessed."

"Worship and possession," Silco replies, in the voice of cold prescience, "often end the same way."

"Oh?"

"With someone on their knees."

Singed doesn't laugh, exactly. The sound's too measured. But his mangled lips stretch to show the full set of teeth. They hold the implacable sheen of scalpels. Each one slitting its careful way through the tissue of Silco's self-control.

"A cynic's view," he says. "And one I disagree with."

"Do you, now?"

"I'll grant there is a physical element to their closeness. But, I suspect, the physical is merely a conduit to that higher plane. A literal touchstone to guide them through the dark. The true roadmap, as it were, is the end each of them seeks."

"That end being?"

"Balance," Singed says. "If my theory is correct, they each serve as a counterpoise to the other. J17, in her unbound potential: a spirit of half flesh, half catalyst. A force in constant flux. Viktor, in his rigid catechism: a being forged in metal and magic. The very dictum of death. Each is, in their own way, an anomaly. Together, they are a paradox. One that introduces a new paradigm."

"Paradigm."

"Cause and effect." The grin's gone. Only Singed's eyes shine: a cold, methodical zeal. "Or, in your language: cost and reward."

A chill steals through Silco.

It's not the first time Singed's dissections of the metaphysical have taken a macabre turn. For the Doctor, the two are indistinguishable: the duality of life and death reduced to quantifiable variables of mess and mass. In his laboratory, Silco's witnessed the results firsthand.

The Doctor's a man who understands that knowledge only goes as deep as the knife cuts. And Silco, a man who has cut to the marrow of humanity's ugliness, knows there's no limit to the incision when the rest's been pared clean.

"If your intention was to disarm me," he says flatly, "you've failed."

"Disarm." Singed's chuckle is dry as bone dust. "Old friend, you are not the weapon. Only the steel that whets its edge."

"Flattery?"

"Fact." The corners of Singed's eyes crinkle. "We are, both of us, mere tools for a greater design."

Jinx cries out.

In the pod, the Hexcore spins rapidly. The rotations, faster and faster, become a multicolored blur. The fluctuating glow—sometimes blue, sometimes red—is phantasmagoric. Silco has the sense of something primordial unspooling into existence. The birth of a star, on a spiritual scale: chemical fusion gone mystic.

A subsonic hum fills the air. Jinx's cry spikes.

Her whole body begins shaking: a subtle network of pain radiating, it seems, from the epicenter of her wound. Viktor's embrace holds. But beads of sweat pop on his temples. His breathing goes choppy. The pod's plexiglas walls turn milky as if with steam.

No—frost.

Silco can see the lattice of ice spreading. The cracks, fanning in jagged starbursts, resemble spiderweb.

Meanwhile, Viktor and Jinx may as well be under a full rig of stage lights: both of them are simmering in their skins.

Jinx's pallor is engulfed by a bright pink flush. Her breath comes in rapid drags. Her good right hand, fluttering, finds Viktor's good left. Their palms align, fingers twining. The twin rows of knuckles, flesh and bone, are deathly white.

The Hexcore's singing deepens. Jinx's own cry climbs to a keen.

Silco races forward. "Jinx!"

Before he can touch the pod, Singed seizes his arm. The grip is cold, cadaverous, yet somehow comforting.

"Not yet," he urges, as Jinx's wails echo and re-echo. "It's not done yet."

"Let go! She needs me—"

"No." Singed's grip is as unyielding as his gaze. "She needs to finish this. As does Viktor. Let them see it through."

Silco stares. Blood beats in his temples. He understands, remotely, that he is terrified. Paralysis, its predictable residue, clings like a second skin. It's a heaviness he despises. It's why he is so quick to reassert self-dominion with a dose of violence. To defend himself, monster and man, from threats that would otherwise devour him.

But what if the threat's taken root in the tenderest parts?

What if it can never be excised?

(Is that fatherhood?)

Tossing her head, Jinx screams. Viktor, gasping, shudders.

The Hexcore's pulsations go critical.

Then—with a flash of brilliant blue—the humming ebbs. The pod's opalescent frost, in icy bloom, evaporates. Within, Jinx and Viktor subside into stillness. Their hands are still twined, their foreheads together. Both breathe in unison.

But there's a dissonance in the rhythm. A harmony, that, while still in tandem, is their own.

Viktor is the first to wake.

His arm loosens its cradle around Jinx. His head stirs, the dark crown dislodging against its blue perch of her skull. The gold eyes—with their black-rimmed core—flicker. They are glazed in shock. Then he blinks, and they regain focus. The lineaments of his expression—grim-lipped and hollow-cheeked—are ones Silco knows well.

The sense of a spirit coming to the limits of its endurance, and shattering the barrier.

Now he's unsure what awaits on the other side.

Slowly, the golden eyes swivel. They find Singed. They find Silco. Then they fall on his and Jinx's still-linked hands. Something flickers across his wan face. Not a smile, exactly. But a certain softness around the hard brackets of his mouth.

As if he'd held on to a fear for dear life. And now, finding it unfounded, can let it go.

With a gentle tug, he unthreads their fingers.

Jinx doesn't stir. But she lets off a long slow exhalation that could be sadness, or a deep release of tension. Viktor disentangles their bodies. He does so with a delicate, deliberate care, keeping a light contact of fingertips all the way down her torso. Silco follows their path to Jinx's ribcage.

Under the gauze, the wound is closed. The meat is seared like a brand. But there's no trace of torn skin. Even the stitches—each raw suture point—have shrunk into a smooth pink furrow.

Jinx breathes. Each rise and fall—seamless—is a small miracle.

Silco is not a devout man. Contemptuous of all matters devotional, he treats prayer like a poor business transaction: an unstable currency of sacrifice, with no guarantee of success.

Now, the gratitude that floods his lungs is nearly a baptism. He hates every iota: the helplessness, the loss of agency.

But loves, gut-wrenchingly, what it's restored.

With effort, Viktor straightens. His bare feet, touching the tiles, let off a metallic clink. One hand grips the bedframe. The other reaches for his cane. Every muscle delineates the difficulty of keeping his balance.

The sheer exertion of willpower in holding his mind and body together.

As with all impossible endeavors, he does not falter.

"It is done," he says, hoarse but steady. "She is back."

"Back?"

"Within herself. The Void... has touched her heart. She has seen its own. But she is intact."

"Intact?"

"She will recover." He swallows with a liquid click. "In time."

Silco nods.

On the rumpled sheets, Jinx sleeps. Her breaths hold a deep-sea serenity. Her delicate features are preciously girlish and lost-looking. The sight suffuses Silco with a tenderness that yet calls up the horror of it all.

He takes himself to a place of stillness, and allows himself to feel it. Not just last night's ordeal. Everything leading up to it. Strategy after strategy, error after error, so the outcome is the same as when Zaun first emerged from its ravaged shell.

His child in a sickbed. His paternal devotion in a deathmatch with politics. His and Vi's blood game no more than a war against specters.

A war they've both lost.

Badly.

Silco's eyes pass from his sleeping beauty to the man who'd saved her life.

"Doctor," Silco says. "Open the pod."

Singed does not argue. With a deft touch, he flips the controls.

The plexiglas shell retracts. The air, trapped, is instantly sucked out. It is unseasonably warm from Jinx's and Viktor's body-heat. The smell holds a sterile bite of disinfectant. Underneath, a faint trace of musk lingers.

The unforgettable odor has been imprinted on Silco's olfactory landscape since Jinx began working with the Hex-gem. The permeating ozone-stink of night sweats and lightning strikes.

The afterglow of the Void.

Now Silco detects the component he'd not dared to put a name to: that singular, almost sexual tang. Two spirits, intertwined, coupling in a realm without flesh.

Right under his roof.

His eyes lock on Viktor's. The younger man's ambivalent features, caught between exhaustion and relief, shift. Wariness creeps in. It's not the fear of reckoning. More the full awareness of a gamble gone sour.

Now the ruin, no matter how cataclysmic, must be accounted for.

The gold eyes—infinitely patient, infinitely reckless—do not waver.

"I believe," Viktor says, "you have questions."

"I do," Silco says. Then: "Doctor. Fetch the stretcher."

Singed's head takes on an insectile slant. As if he's caught the taste of blood in his mandibles, and is trying to parse its source.

"Stretcher?" he repeats. "Whatever for?"

"Viktor."

"The boy seems perfectly—"

Crossing the distance, Silco lays a hand on Viktor's shoulder. A steadying, almost paternal clasp.

The Monster, unsheathing its claws, rakes down.

His fist slams into Viktor's gut. The young man staggers with a strangled cry. His cane clatters. The rest of him slumps, jelly-legged, as Silco follows with a snapping right hook, smoking it straight through the boy's frail defense and connecting with his jaw.

There is a satisfying snap of bone on bone. The sound, visceral and rich, kickstarts a tidal wave of blackness that seethes from the balls of Silco's feet and climbs all the way to his hairline.

The Monster is awake, and it is hungry.

"Doctor," Silco says, as Viktor crumples to the floor. "The stretcher."

Wisely, Singed obeys.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane viktor #viktor #arcane singed #singed #jinxtor #vinx science bros #viktor and jinx

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voidarchivefiles · 2 years ago

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About

This blog was an archive of void posts that contain methods, tips or resources. For void success stories, see my other blog @voidsuccessarchive.

Status: No longer active Posting when I have the time & feel like it

Please read: Important

There's a lot of ways to enter but in the end it's you who puts the power in it. Only take what resonates for you personally. Not all advice or methods may resonate for you and that's okay. That doesn't mean you can't enter as every single one of us is pure consciousness (the void) at our natural state!

Remember to be kind to yourself and don't overconsume information. Consider this place like a library for you to check out only what you need and you don't need to read every single thing. This won't be a comprehensive archive of every single void post on Tumblr, a lot of it stems from things mentioned in success stories (see voidsuccessarchive) & the rest will be things that I think are useful/helpful.

If a particular blog resonates with you and you want more information, check out their blog and master list.

Index

About the void: The I AM state, A basic intro & FAQ

General tips or steps on entering: 1, 2, 3, 4

In-depth advice: 1

Methods: Wim hof breathwork, WBTB reclined sitting (simplified), Theta waves + I AM, Alpha waves, Lucid dreaming, SATS or Wim hof + Shifting hypnosis meditation, Silva centering method

Manifesting methods: Lullaby (OG post), "after all", ROE, intention setting practice

Using resources: Delta waves, guided SATS meditation, revision meditation, DMT activation audio

Guides: Lucid dreaming guide

Other: My posts

How they did it - tips from success stories: loajaydawayda, anon, stxr-kill (using FILD), teenageangeldiaries (SATS/Lullaby), anon, ninisworld444

Motivational posts: For the drowning gang, You already are pure consciousness

Challenges: Roselleworkshop (void challenge, silva challenge), Gorgeouslypink: (3 day void concept, FILD), littlemissprettyprincess (void challenge, new year's wish, santa method), angelria111, trynafindbarbiee, wonyoung challenge, fleurlx (I AM + Living in the end, badass alter ego challenge), prettymindset111, halokisses

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amayaonly1 · 10 days ago

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Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

Eminem x Rapper!OC

Verse 9

About: Genji finds some free time now that the album is finally in production. She decides to take a mini-vacation before returning to Japan for the New Year, only to receive a request for an interview from a girl named Hailie Jade. Hailie requests to do an interview for a school project and asks to meet with Genji, sparking curiosity in the rapper about the project and the girl's sincerity.

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

Winter in California arrived quietly, carrying on a cool breeze that whispered through the trees shedding their last leaves. Inside her home studio, the world felt hushed, cocooned in the warmth of glowing monitors and the hum of audio equipment. Dim lights cast a soft glow over her desk cluttered with notebooks and scattered pens, their subdued radiance stretching long shadows across the room, where muted beats rolled from the speakers like a steady pulse.

The album was finally done and in production, leaving her with a rare pocket of free time. Genji decided to take a mini-vacation before returning to Japan for the New Year. Dressed in a wool sweater and jeans, she returned to her desk, cradling a steaming cup of coffee. The faint aroma mingled with the chill of the early winter evening.

As she reached to set her cup on the desk, her laptop screen lit up with a notification. She sank into the swivel chair, her gaze flickered to the inbox, where a new email stood out with a subject line that caught her eye.

Subject: Request for an Interview – School Project

The sender's name was unfamiliar, but she clicked it open, curiosity pulling her in.

Dear Genji, My name is Hailie, and I'm a middle school senior. I'm currently working on a school project about how cultural heritage and personal identity intersect in music. I plan to explore the stories behind songs and how they reflect individuality and cultural heritage. Your name comes to my mind as one of the artists who embody this. I think your music has been a huge inspiration, especially the way you blend traditional Japanese influences with modern hip-hop. It's so authentic and thought-provoking, and it really speaks to how music can tell a story about someone's roots. If you're available, I'd love to interview you about your experiences and insights. I live in Detroit, and there's a diner here called Louie's Ham & Corned Beef that's quiet and perfect for a meeting. I completely understand if you're too busy, but it would mean the world to me if we could meet and talk. Thank you for reading my email. I really appreciate your time. Best regards, Hailie Jade

Genji leaned back in her chair, her fingers resting lightly on the keyboard as she mulled over the request. Detroit? That was unexpected, though she did plan to briefly stop there before returning to Japan. After all, Eminem (ever the champion of his hometown) had suggested she check it out. She'd always been cautious about meeting strangers, but there was something about the email's sincerity that resonated with her. It reminded her of her younger self, full of questions and admiration for the artists who had shaped her path.

Her lips curved into a small smile as she started typing:

Subject: Re: Request for an Interview – School Project Hi Hailie, Thank you for reaching out to me and for your kind words about my work. It's inspiring to hear how people connect with my music. I'll actually be passing through Detroit soon, so I'd be happy to meet you at Louie's Ham & Corned Beef to discuss your project. Let's plan for next week. What day and time works best for you? Looking forward to hearing from you soon. Best regards, Genji

The diner was quiet, the kind of place where time seemed to slow down. Snow fell softly outside, blanketing the streets of Detroit in a serene white. Genji sat near the window, her oversized hoodie and scarf shielding her from the December chill. Her notebook lay open on the table, a pen in her hand as it moved swiftly across the page as she scribbled down lyrics, deeply engrossed. The quiet hum of the diner faded into the background as her thoughts flowed into the rhythm of her writing.

Suddenly, she heard the soft click of the door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching her table. She glanced up, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face as a young girl stood at her side, hesitation evident in her bright blue eyes. The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen, with long, sandy-blonde hair tucked into a simple knit beanie. Her oversized coat hung slightly loose on her small frame, and her sneakers left faint wet prints on the wooden floor. The girl's breath visibly quickened, and her nervousness became apparent in how she clutched her backpack straps.

"Excuse me," she finally began, her voice slightly shaky. "You're Genji, right?"

The said woman raised an eyebrow before a small, curious smile crept onto her face. "Yes, that's me. Can I help you with something?"

The girl shifted her weight from foot to foot, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yeah, actually," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm Hailie. I emailed you about a school project...?"

Genji tilted her head, studying her more closely. There was a sincerity in the girl's eyes that struck a chord. She seemed earnest but also determined, reminding her of herself at that age when she was hungry to spread hip-hop in her community.

She set her pen down slowly and gestured to the chair across from her. "Oh, yes," she said with a thoughtful nod. "I remember. Come on, have a seat."

Hailie's face lit up with immediate relief, a smile spreading across her face as she pulled the chair out and sat down. "Thanks!" she exclaimed, her nervous energy turning into gratitude. "We need to interview someone for this project, and I immediately thought of you. I know it's really sudden, but I really appreciate it."

Genji leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "That's actually an interesting topic," she commented. "I'm curious, though. Why me? Not that I'm having second-guesses, but I'm sure America has quite a range of cultures that might help with what you need."

Hailie shifted slightly in her seat, her cheeks flushing just a little. "Well, I wanted a fresh perspective. I read that you're one of the pioneers of hip-hop culture in Japan, especially when the industry was more about pop idols and rock. I thought you'd have a unique take on this."

Genji couldn't help but smile. "I see that you've done your research," she praised. "Aight, let's figure out how to approach this."

Hailie, now enthusiastic, reached into her bag and pulled out a cassette recorder, carefully placing it on the table.

Genji raised an eyebrow, eyeing the vintage device. "That's a bit old-school," she remarked with a small grin. "I haven't seen it in a while."

The girl nodded, her excitement barely contained. "Yeah, it's what I had lying around at home," she said. "But I was thinking... what if we did this as a video interview, like something you'd see on 60 Minutes? I know my teacher didn't mention anything about this, but I thought it'd be more interesting."

Genji's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "It definitely is," she agreed, sitting up straighter. "You got a camera with you?"

Hailie beamed. "Yep." She pulled out a small video recorder and set it up on the table, her hands steady despite the excitement buzzing in her chest. She then adjusted the angle, making sure it captured both of them.

Genji leaned back in her chair as she watched Hailie work with a mix of amusement and respect. The girl undoubtedly had energy and was serious about her craft. She finally looked up at Genji, whose calm yet commanding presence seemed to fill the small diner corner they occupied. The rapper sat comfortably, her fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, her sharp eyes both intimidating and inviting.

With the camera now rolling, Hailie glanced up, ready to begin. "Thank you for meeting me," she began, her voice carrying the mix of politeness and eagerness of a young girl deeply invested in her project. "I've been thinking a lot about how cultural heritage and personal identity intersect in music, and your career is... well, it's incredible."

Genji smiled, a small but genuine curve of her lips. She gave her a curt nod, saying, "Thank you."

Hailie sat up straighter, her notebook open, pen poised. "How did your cultural heritage influence your journey in hip-hop?"

The woman leaned back, her eyes briefly distant, as if sifting through decades of memories. "When I started in the late '80s, hip-hop wasn't a global phenomenon like today," she answered, her tone soft but deliberate. "In Japan, we were just beginning to understand it not just as music, but as a culture or movement. It taught us that we could speak our truth, even if we didn't have the same struggles as, let's say, the Bronx or Compton. I grew up in a traditional Japanese household so respect, duty, and conformity were the values drilled into me. But hip-hop was about individuality, rebellion, and telling your own story. So I had to find a way to bridge those two worlds."

Hailie nodded, enthralled. "How did you do that?"

"It started with language. At first, I tried rapping in English, copying what I heard on the imported records. But there were two problems: one, I was terrible at English at that time; and two, it wasn't me. When I switched to Japanese, everything clicked. That's when I felt like I was creating something. And then I thought, why not use the tools of my own culture? I started including things like haiku rhythms, rakugo storytelling, and even koto samples. It turned into something that was still hip-hop, but uniquely Japanese."

The girl scribbled furiously in her notebook. "Can you give an example of a song where that really comes through?"

Genji’s smile deepened. "There's a track called Tsuru no Ongaeshi. It's based on a Japanese folktale about a crane repaying a debt. I used the crane to symbolise loyalty and sacrifice, which are themes deeply rooted in our culture. At the same time, it was personal. The song was about how my dad didn't understand my choices at first but eventually came to support me. It was a mix of tradition and my own story."

"That's beautiful," Hailie murmured, almost to herself. Then she looked up, her eyes bright. "Do you think that's why your music connects with people, even outside of Japan?"

"Maybe," the rapper said thoughtfully. "Emotion transcends language. When I first heard Public Enemy and Ice Cube, I didn't understand every word. But I felt their stories. That's what I aim for. If my songs can make someone feel something, then I guess I've done my job."

Hailie tapped her pen against her notebook, a question forming on her lips. "Do you think today's hip-hop in Japan still carries that connection to cultural heritage?"

Genji's expression shifted, a mix of pride and concern. "It's evolved," she said. "You hear influences from everywhere now: trap beats, drill, even traditional instruments like the shamisen. It's exciting to see how far hip-hop in Japan has come, but it comes with the challenge of staying authentic. Hip-hop is about your own truth, right? So if artists lose their connection to their roots, then I think they'll risk losing what makes them unique."

Hailie absorbed the words, her mind racing. Finally, she asked, "What advice would you give someone trying to explore their identity through music?"

Genji leaned forward, her gaze piercing but kind. "I'd say ask yourself the hard questions. Like, what do you value? What defines you? Throughout my career, I learned that our roots aren't limitations; they're a foundation. So it's up to us how we want to build on them. And don't rush the process. Finding your voice takes time. Music is a journey, just like figuring out who you are."

Hailie smiled brightly. "Thank you so much. This has been incredible!"

Genji picked up her coffee, her expression softening as she took a sip. There was a quiet satisfaction in her chest, a feeling she hadn't realised she'd been missing. She glanced at the girl, who was still clutching the notebook tightly to her chest.

"You've got a good start here," she said, her voice warm. "Keep working on it. And if you need more help, just reach out. I'll leave my email before you go." She paused, considering the timing. "But just so you know, I'll be heading back to California in three days before going back to California. So if you want to work face-to-face on anything, we should set that up soon."

Hailie beamed and nodded eagerly. "Thank you so much," she said, her voice earnest. "This means more to me than you know."

Genji smiled, the sincerity in Hailie's tone warming her. But before the girl left, Hailie hesitated and looked back at her. "Could we maybe meet here again tomorrow? Like, around the same time? I'd love to show you what I've worked on with the interview footage."

The rapper leaned forward slightly, giving her a thoughtful look. "That sounds good," she replied, then added with a small grin. "But do you know how to edit videos?"

Hailie's eyes widened slightly. "I've never really done much with video editing," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, I know the basics from school, but I've never really tried editing something like this."

Genji's smile grew a little wider. "No worries," she said. "I'll show you how to get started. We'll work through the footage, maybe brainstorm some more ideas for your project."

The girl's expression brightened. "That would be amazing," she said, her excitement evident in the way she sat up straighter. "I could use some help, for sure. And, um… thanks again for everything."

With that, she left the diner, stepping into the chilly air and disappearing into the snowy streets. Genji watched her go with a thoughtful expression on her face. She hadn't expected her quiet afternoon to take such a turn, but there was something about the way their conversation had unfolded that felt like the beginning of something important. For both of them.

#eminem #eminem fanfiction #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #eminem fluff

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fangsforiris · 7 months ago

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Luck of The Draw

Prompt: Seasonal Depression, Leeches (Melanie Martinez), First Born, That’s Life.

Person: Shuu Sakamaki

HC’s:

🎱 Since Shuu’s the first born, I’d like to assume that he’s seen everything.

🎱 You know that one FNAF audio? “I was the first, I have seen… everything.” Yeah, that’s him and his entire life in a nutshell.

🎱 Everything he’s ever had to work for, he’s always lost 10x the amount of his payout.

🎱 Hence, luck of the draw.

🎱 Melanie Martinez— Leeches— was a big inspo, Shuu 100% has this song on his playlist.

🎱 He relates to it HEAVILY.

🎱 “Strainin’ their artificial, Yappin’ to seem official, Makin’ it beneficial to their cause”— Shuu definitely felt those lyrics in his soul. He only thought of his father, and his eventual corruption, or perhaps him learning of how horrible of a man and a father Karlheinz was.

🎱 He was in denial. Because how could a child want to hate their father? No child would ever want that. And he didn’t either.

🎱 I think it took him some time to accept the fact that Karlheinz was an evil, cruel man, and even more of a monster to his wives and children.

🎱 Christa was proof enough. And I’d like to assume that his heart shattered that day, not only by shock for Christa, but for whatever remorse he could spare. Shuu could excuse anything done to him, but anyone else? Never.

🎱 Shuu’s learned everything he knows by watching his father. Everything Karlheinz did, Shuu did better.

🎱 Shuu’s always been the prized child, perhaps the apple of his fathers eye, before Subaru would come along, that is.

🎱 He wouldn’t feel any resentment persay, more so acceptance towards the fact that all he is and ever will be is a placeholder or someone to be taken advantage of.

🎱 Shuu was the first to see his father act like a father, or at least to his best ability towards him, before reaching his declination state that we currently see him as of now.

🎱 In fact, Shuu’s somewhat seen as a filled cup, always pouring and giving, and never once being offered anything other than scraps.

🎱 That’s how he’s become so burnt out and resorts to his habitual sleeping.

🎱 He has what we call, 3 nap phases. The pre-nap exhaustion, main-nap exhaustion, and post-nap exhaustion— and if it’s really bad then a ‘dessert’ nap or extra spare nap.

🎱 Shuu’s naps go on for 10+ hours.

🎱 They equally drain him mentally and emotionally.

🎱 “How much blood can you draw with your claws, From a flesh that’s not yours?”— Shuu instantly thought of Reiji and his cruel treatment directed towards him. Perhaps he’d lament it on another day.

🎱 Maybe all he could ever be was a useless man. But he’d never be his father. Not the way in which Karlheinz betrayed him so easily. Tossing him aside as if he was nothing to him. No sentimental value, nothing.

🎱 Shuu is 100% an empath and very sentimental towards others feelings.

🎱 Throughout the years he had to numb this side of him due to the strenuous competition for the throne.

🎱 But if you catch him on a rare moment, will he show his side of care— pure, raw, even slightly intimate, care. It felt uncharacteristic of him, but for a moment he felt like the most humane out of the brothers.

🎱 As if he was human once upon a lifetime ago.

🎱 “They’ll find any way, Just to make you stay, Right where they want you, In their piss-covered games.”— He can resonate with Karlheinz and his plan. Never in Shuu’s life, did he want to become a pawn. He 100% tried to get himself exempted in secret. Just something about living his entire life, his entire purpose, just to be a pawn in another one of his fathers games— it hurt, but also upset him deeply.

🎱 He’s done everything in his life to not be like his father or his mother. And to find out that it was all in vain? All for nothing? That’d secretly tear him apart and send him into a comatose.

🎱 Shuu may look like his mother, may share similar panels towards his father, but he was his own person.

🎱 He would grow to become his own king, a better husband, a better man.

🎱 Anything and everything to separate himself from his creators. He wasn’t his own master, but he was definitely his own disciple.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #dl fandom #dl aesthetic board #diabolik lovers aesthetic board #diabolik lovers headcanons #dl hcs #shuu sakamaki #sakamaki shuu #shu sakamaki #sakamaki shu #Spotify

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madamlaydebug · 4 months ago

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174 Hz – The lowest of the tones appears to be a natural anesthetic. It tends to remove pain physically , energetically as well as karmic energy. 174 Hz frequency gives your organs a sense of security, safety, and love, motivating them to do their best.

285 Hz – This tone is useful when treating wounds, cuts, burns or any other form of damaged tissue. 285 Hz Solfeggio Frequency is said to be directly connected to our body´s, mind and soul´s blueprint for optimal health and physical wellbeing, due to its amazing ability to remember what should be and to return cells to its original form. It influences energy fields sending them message to restructure damaged organ. 285 Hz is about remembering and healing you, your internal organs and your energy.

396 Hz – Cleanses the feeling of guilt, which often represents one of the basic obstacle to realization, enables achievement of goals in the most direct way. It releases you from the feeling of guilt and fear by bringing down the defense mechanisms. This solfeggio frequency can also be also used as means of grounding, awakening, sobering and returning to reality.

417Hz – Next tone from the solfeggio scale is connected with resonation processes or processes of amplification. Re can “delete” person’s “alienation from God” and enable returning to the “right path”. This solfeggio frequency cleanses traumatic experiences and clears destructive influences of past events. It can be used for cleaning limiting impression, which disables the person to achieve her life goals. When speaking of cellular processes, tone Re encourages the cell and its DNA to function in an optimal way. 417 Hz frequency energizes your body cells and helps to use their creative potentials.

528 Hz – Used to return human DNA to its original, perfect state. If it is used in a way described in Webster’s dictionary – by communicating the wanted effect and with energy support from the “light” – miracles will happen! Process of DNA reparation is followed by beneficial effects – increased amount of life energy, clarity of mind, awareness, awakened or activated creativity, ecstatic states like deep inner peace, dance and celebration. It also opens the person for deep spiritual experiences and spiritual enlightenment.

639 Hz – This frequency enables the creation of harmonious community and harmonious interpersonal relationships. It can be used for dealing with relationship problems – those in family, between partners, friends, or social problems. It can be used to encourage the cell to communicate with its environment. This ancient solfeggio frequency enhances communication, understanding, tolerance, and love. 639 Hz frequency can also be used for communication with parallel worlds or spiritual spheres.

741 Hz – Cleans the cell (“Solve polluti“) from the toxins. Frequent use of 741 Hz leads to a healthier, simpler life, and also to change in diet towards foods which are not poisoned by various kinds of toxins. It also cleans the cell from different kinds of electromagnetic radiations. Another important application of this sound frequency is cleansing infections – viral, bacterial, and fungal. This tone leads you to pure, stable and spiritual life.

852 Hz – Solfeggio 852 Hz is directly connected to the third eye chakra and can be used as means for awakening inner strength & self realisation. It is good for dissolving stagnate mental energy from to over-thinking. (mental activity) It is said to clear up energy blockages that before has hindered clear and strong communication with our higher self, spirit guides and spirit helpers. The 852 hz solfeggio to play either clean as is or as a background sound to other audio.

963 Hz – This tone awakens any system to its original, perfect state. It is connected with the Light and all-embracing Spirit, and enables direct experience, the return to Oneness. This frequency re-connects you with the Spirit, or the non-vibrational energies of the spiritual world. It will enable you to experience Oneness – our true nature.

#Frequency #Tuning #Healing #Sound #Binaural #Beats

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burlveneer-music · 6 months ago

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ContaQt + Evan Ziporyn + Friends - Poppy 88 - Terry Riley's "Poppy Nogood and the Phantom Band" interpreted in real-time by "88 individuals, spread across 60 locations in 23 countries and 6 continents" for his 88th birthday last year

(And I hate that usage of 88 for purely numeric purposes requires an explanation/disclaimer)

On June 24th, 2023, to celebrate Terry Riley's 88th birthday, ContaQt and MIT Sounding presented a global telematic event that resonated – literally - worldwide. At the stroke of midnight EDT, a diverse community of 88 individuals, spread across 60 locations in 23 countries and 6 continents came together online to play music with one another, live and in real-time. With no pre-recorded material, no click tracks, no safety nets or contingency plans, together they performed Poppy 88, a collective composition arranged by Evan Ziporyn, inspired by - and based on - Riley's 1968 recording, Poppy Nogood and the Phantom Band The livestreamed concert pushed the boundaries of virtual telematic performance, showcasing the transformative power of artistic collaboration combined with smart technology to transcend structural and geographical barriers. While previous live telematic performances have involved larger ensembles, with groups of musicians clustered in 2-12 transmitting stations, this performance distinguished itself by originating from a significantly larger number of locations, 60 in all. This creative repurposing of technology is very much in the spirit of Terry Riley’s original piece. In the 1960’s, Riley utilized tape loops – originally a DIY ‘hack’ of reel-to-reel - to create distant canonic layers of melody: his ‘Phantom Band.’ For this performance, in 2023, the ensemble similarly repurposed the inherent limitations of streaming audio – i.e., physical distance and varying data rates – to conjure similarly complex layered textures. This global virtual event brought together musicians from Athens, Berlin, Brussels, Dublin, Istanbul, New York City, Pretoria, São Paulo, San Francisco, Tokyo, Toronto, Warsaw, and more. From Mallacoota, in southeast Australia, to Raufarhöfn, in northeast Iceland, and 58 other locations in between, musicians from a wide range of genres and backgrounds used Audiomovers’ ListenTo to stream their sound to Wawken, Saskatchewan, where Canadian composer/sound artist Jeff Morton mixed and retransmitted their sounds back to them – and the world – in real time. After watching the performance from Mito, Japan, Terry Riley himself joined the livestream to greet the musicians, expressing his profound appreciation: "It felt like the earth itself were singing. You are my community." Listening to the recording almost a year later, he added: “A year has gone by since I last heard it. It is an amazing journey through the sonic ethers of planet Earth. So many awesome musicians were involved. Also, the technical support was amazing without which it could never have happened.I am deeply honored and moved by the efforts of all my music brothers and sisters who contributed their efforts and artistry to make this almost impossible dream a success! ” Directed by Evan Ziporyn and Jerry Pergolesi Technical Production by Jeff Morton, Wawken Studio Additional Technical Assistance by Andrew Noseworthy

#Bandcamp #terry riley #minimalism #modern classical #evan ziporn #chamber music #2023 #2024

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mysticbewitched · 1 year ago

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▪︎▪︎ Evolving In My Spiritual Awakening: ▪︎▪︎

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Hello manifestors,

It’s late at night and I felt so incredibly inspired to write this post in order to update you all on my personal journey of spiritual awakening.

Where have I been all this time? I have taken a step back to purely focus on myself and my spiritual journey to enlightenment. Not too long ago, I believe I have crossed paths with one of my spiritual guides who I like to refer to as my guardian angel because ever since meeting him, we have been guiding and helping each other on our spiritual paths.

The experience has been nothing short of deeply transformative and awakening for me. I’m proud to say that I manifested him as a spiritual mentor and close friend in my life whom I can bond with throughout the stages of my spiritual awakening.

I’m considering the idea of doing an audio podcast with him one of these nights to dive deeper into the primary fundamentals of nonduality, manifestation, and our role as conscious creators of reality.

*If* we both decide to move forward with this, I’ll post it on my page for everyone to listen. This is not a for sure thing, but it is under consideration.

After so much more evolving and transforming on my path: I just want to say that the title, “law of consciousness” no longer resonates with me in my teachings since I have evolved to higher levels of understanding and transformative epiphanies on my spiritual path. Along with that decision, I have reached deeper insight from having profound realizations revolving around the terms, “consciousness” and “awareness" connecting into the nature of nonduality's philosophy.

This epiphany right here has been one of the most transformative and profound revelations so far on the path to true enlightenment throughout my own spiritual journey and these realizations dismantled one of the greatest misconceptions thrown around in the modern nonduality community.

I have been allowing myself to be guided by the inner knowledge of my true self.

I have come to discover that these terms: “consciousness” and “awareness” are distinctly different from each other. These terms are not and have never been the same.

Consciousness and awareness are the not the same as we have been previously lead to think. This is important for people to realize as we learn more about the true nature of nonduality.

This is a reveal that spiritual guru of nonduality: Nisargadatta Maharaj has touched on in deep detail.

Because I have let go of such terms, realized the actual differences of consciousness vs awareness, and reached deeper understandings of on my spiritual path of awakening, I have come up with my own titles to use on the side of the standard titles for nonduality instead that resonate much deeper with me at these stages of my journey.

The titles to refer to the nature of nonduality that resonate much deeper with me are:

▪︎ reality warping

▪︎ law of being

▪︎ reality creation

▪︎ law of manifestation

▪︎ law of creation

▪︎ law of awareness

Remember that there is not a single law operating outside of us. There is absolutely nothing outside of our true divine nature as unconditioned, silent awareness. We are the divine law of creation itself.

Those are the only kind of titles that I will use from now on to express the vital fundamentals of nonduality and reality creation in order to help you reach the transcendent Heaven of self-realization throughout your spiritual awakening.

I write this post as I experience complete bliss and serenity from the God state perception where I am truly thriving in this moment and enjoying my true self’s nature as divine awareness. It's a beautiful feeling of enlightenment and freedom.

It’s such an intense, liberating feeling to realize the true self as divine awareness and recognize the absolute oneness of all existence.

Think of waves filled with pure euphoria rushing through your veins as you experience an inner feeling of invincible thrills and deep satisfaction just from embracing your divine nature.

You experience unbridled freedom and indescribable ecstasy from transforming your conception of self to the blissful God state of self-awareness. The feelings that come along are truly a treasure and it cannot be expressed by words.

It’s a powerful sense of euphoric bliss that rushes over the body and it cannot be tamed. It demands to be felt with profound intensity throughout your every inch of your being. All I can say is that it just feels like complete Heaven on Earth.

I have not a single care in the world at the moment as I’m simply enjoying the divine beauty of all existence, the human experience, and oneness.

Before I end things here, I just want to share that the human experience is such an absolute treasure and precious gift to behold. The true beauty of this life is that there is truly no meaning and we are simply here to awaken from the dream of life as divinely powerful creators to our true inner power.

As we awaken to our true self, we realize our infinite power within to create the reality of our dreams.

This life we live is such a precious gift. There is nothing to ever fear as we embrace the beauty and magic of living this human experience and connect with our true self. It's a feeling beyond this world.

We are here to embrace, live, and simply enjoy the human experience while we have fun with mastering reality. I love this life that we live and I feel thrilled to be living deep in the moments that pass by.

I feel an ocean of deep love and gratitude for all of my followers who support my page. I just want to say that all of your love, support, and appreciation for my content truly means absolutely everything to me beyond words. I hope that everyone here reading this euphoric-fueled message is kicking ass on their own spiritual journey. We are all divine and powerful.

My heart is filled with so much love and appreciation for you all. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart for continuing to support my page even when I take a step back at times to catch my breath.

Sometimes I just need a break for awhile to regain my inspiration and fiery drive for writing more posts.

I wish everyone a beautiful night tonight and I look forward to sharing more of my spiritual epiphanies with you. Lastly, I want to remind everyone that you are all powerful manifestors deep within and every single one of you has invincible power to create the reality of your wildest dreams.

Be confident in yourself. You are power.

Trust in yourself and dare to believe in the reality of your dreams. The true nature of self is simply divine.

I have faith in you.

~ Mystic

#reality warping #law of being #reality creation #awareness #law of awareness #manifesting #law of creation #nondualism #manifestation #consciousness #nonduality

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pureresonanceaudio · 2 years ago

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Restaurant Sound System -Creating the Best Ambience

When restaurant owners launch their ventures, cafes, or eateries, they always pay great attention to minute details. Such details include the seating arrangements, decorations, lighting, food, beverages, equipment especially pertaining to fire safety, and so on. These are essential, no doubt, but AV orrestaurant sound systems are often neglected.

The primary reason for this oversight is the misconception that all music systems are alike, but choosing the right commercial sound system can change the vibe of your restaurant. Compared to the mini Bluetooth speakers you’ve brought from home, the perfect sound system can give you the option for both background and foreground audio with clear music and paging.

6 Reasons Why Restaurant Sound Systems Are Different from Other Devices

Soundscape Designing - Soundscape designs sound complicated, but it is a relatively simple concept. When installing a commercial sound system, restaurant owners often put speakers on a 12ft high shelf straight ahead. Rather than creating an invisible music source, this design blares sound directly above the customers’ tables or heads. This type of soundscape design can lead to complaints like “We can’t even listen to each other across the table!”

Background Music Quality - Commercial restaurant sound systems provide optimum quality background music with high frequencies. Using the professional mixer amplifiers, you can add a subwoofer for warm bass, creating the perfect ambient atmosphere. Customers will enjoy each other's company as well as great sounding music.

Keep it Cool - Domestic speakers can sometimes deliver commercial-level sound in an outdoor setting like a restaurant patio. However, the main problem is cooling the device. Restaurants are often crowded and confined spaces that tend to run hot alongside several different pieces of equipment. Unlike domestic sound systems that are not convection-cooled, commercial restaurant sound system amplifiers come with cooling fans with different speed variables.

Device Compatibility - Restaurants are busy places, and you want to keep clutter to the minimum to avoid injuries and damages. For that reason, most restaurant owners or managers prefer a simple and fuss-free music source. The source can be a laptop, tablet, phone, or television that you play music from. Therefore, most professional speakers and sound systems allow compatibility with different devices as well as Bluetooth and wired connections.

Mixer and Amplifier - Most commercial sound systems in the current market come with a professional mixer and amplifier. It helps you to deliver a customized and personalized experience to your customers. These allow you to connect with multiple input sources and then control the music, adjust the bass or treble, and create a unique ambiance for your restaurant.

Professional Sound Coverage - If your sound scaping isn’t right, customers will scream to talk to each other. This brings the noise level on the restaurant floor to an increasingly annoying level. With professional sound coverage, you wouldn’t have to hang 10 to 20 commercial speakers over each table to ensure customers can hear the music or any announcements. Here the solution isn’t the number of speakers or volume level but rather the coverage. A commercial sound system can give you comprehensive coverage best suited to cut through the noise of the floor without disturbing anyone.

With this detailed guide, head over to Pure Resonance Audio today and explore the wide range of restaurant sound systems.

#Restaurant Sound System #Creating the Best Ambience #Pure Resonance Audio

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thefrontbottomsmademedoit · 5 days ago

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hii i saw ur post about favorite tfb lyrics so i thought id share mine :p

basically the entirety of joanie i do not play about joanie

the new version of i think your nose is bleeding doesnt have this anymore but brian used to say “because im a bitch and dont know how to say no”

not a lyric but i love yelling “im breaking up with you done bye!” at concerts

also at concerts i love listening to the couples sing the intro to peach then die down as they hear the rest of the lyrics its so funny to me

i have so many of these

PLEASE go into detail about joanie. i love joanie. for so long needy when i'm needy was 'that ep with joanie and the other one' to me. (obviously not anymore)

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i fully agree with everyone who has ever talked about the "i'm a bitch and don't know how to say no" line because it never should have been changed. it resonates so deeply with me and i know it does with so many other people too, and 'it's better than being alone' changes the meaning entirely and does not hit the same. the whole point of the song is that he doesn't want to love her, why would you remove that crucial little tidbit? it's the foundation of why he puts up with her anyway, even if he doesn't want to. changing the line changed the meaning from 'i do it because i feel like i can't decide for myself to 'i do it because it's whatever, who cares.' it pisses me off. ALSO, you are now rhyming 'alone' with 'alone.' are you fucking kidding me??

fun fact actually, on youtube music, my streaming app of choice, the old line is the one listed in the lyrics, despite the audio having the correct line.

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i am not one to ever speak kindly of my ex, but i will say that the first tfb show he took me to, i wasn't very familiar with the band yet. i didn't know what song was playing or what lyrics were coming yet in the way that i do now. (hell, i can predict what song is coming purely by the transitions.) when peach started playing, he turned around and looked me dead in the eyes and sang it to me. i think my heart exploded in that moment. it was probably the sweetest thing he had ever done, because i had no idea it was coming.

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please continue sending your thoughts on lyrics i love talking about them

#the front bottoms #tfb #lyric analysis #joanie tfb #i think your nose is bleeding #peach tfb #brian sella

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Ready set go rank your top ten TØP songs and why (purely audio)

Have them featuring images I’ve drawn where applicable! (This is totally not me wanting to be asked about the characters.)

“Polarize”: I’m super morality-oriented, and oh, if that pull isn’t something that resonates in my soul. “I wanted to be a better brother, better son…” YEAH. Go listen to Abbey Glover’s and Tessa Violet’s versions.

“Fall Away”: Same reasons as above. Also has a super pretty piano part (even if rapping while arpeggiating is not feasible)! “ ‘Cause I will save face for name’s sake, abuse grace, take aim to obtain a new name in a newer place, but my name is lame, I can’t walk and I ain’t the same, and my name became a new destiny to the grave.”

“Doubt”: It’s the perfect companion track for “Polarize”!

“Trapdoor”: I can actually play this one on piano, and lyrically, it sounds like if you took a bunch of Arthur Miller characters (specifically, Reverend Hale, Joe Keller, and Willy Loman) and made them fuse with each other. (Fun fact: All My Sons was baby’s first Miller play!)

“Goner”: This one is more hopeful than many would think. I love the bridge and the ending’s implication of a resolution! Even if Blurryface doesn’t disappear fully, it’s the assertion of control over him that matters.

“The Craving”: This is where you’d be seeing more art of the four/two/it's complicated people above if I had more time. "Say enough, say enough / Did I let her know, let her know / If I found my body in chains / I'd lay down and wait / 'Cause it's the fear of the unknown / That cripples every step we take / And I'd just hate to put this on her / But I swear that I will give / More than I take away / Mmm, the craving / Now I see intentions don't mean much"?! IT'S SO THEM. I can also play that on my ukulele!

"The Judge": "I don't know if this one is about me or the devil." As our beloved @artist-issues put it, Tyler's admission that he's as worthy of condemnation there is just...really vulnerable and honest and it flies in the face of everything the world teaches us. To me, it's like reading "I'm not the dragon. I'm not the princess either" and then getting later to "Okay, so I'm the dragon." Plenty of little girls dream of being princesses. All of us dream of being "good people," or at least "good enough" that we're basically the same. Not only are we not what we dreamed, we're the antithesis to that, but there is thankfully God's grace so that we don't always have to be. This song is the grasp for that. And you know I would be drawing the four/two/it's complicated people again for this one.

"Car Radio": I love those second-verse lines about faith and sleep and choosing our sides in this battle for our souls. Do I need to say any more?

"The Line": STRINGS! PIANO! My best friend got into TØP because of this one after quite some time of me being wild about it on my own. She had to bug me (affectionate) for a few days about hearing it and when I finally did? OH THE EDITS I WOULD MAKE TO THE FOUR/TWO/IT'S COMPLICATED PEOPLE I DREW.

"Mulberry Street": It's so Little Fires Everywhere-coded. "Keep your bliss / There's nothing wrong with this"? "Move out of our way / We're pushing sideways / Keep sidewalk under your feet"? Okay, Elena Richardson, pakialamera extraordinare. And the plinkity plink plink of the piano. How could I ignore that?

#twenty one pilots #polarize #fall away #doubt twenty one pilots #trapdoor #goner #the craving #the judge twenty one pilots #car radio #the line twenty one pilots #mulberry street #ellie answers asks

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cosmica-galaxy · 2 years ago

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Jeb, Sheriff, and Audi react to Future!Soldier!Reader

For those wondering, FSR stands for "Future Soldier Reader" and it merely means that Soldier!Reader is from the far future instead of the WW2 era. An image of FSR can be seen here. Audios: Radio Corruption FSR Digital Sounds

-- Jeb is more than surprised when he enters the lab of the AAHW facility, finding exactly what Sheriff was screeching about hysterically over the radio to be true. It was a real creature. He just thought that Sheriff was finally driven into madness from something the moment he got on the radio desperately trying to contact Jeb through a haze of interference and static. The Sheriff was screaming into the receiver about how something literally fell out of the sky and that it was some form of ‘monster’. It was hard to make out what he was saying through all of the interference with the equipment Jeb was hearing. Jeb was simply left confused as the line eventually went dead silent, even his receiver stopped responding when he tried to reach back and find out where Sheriff was. It was futile to reach out and he had no idea where The Sheriff was. All he could do was wait. About an hour of silence and rising tension later, he was finally called on the radio to report to the local AAHW facility by the Auditor himself…so something BIG must’ve happened if it caught the Employer’s attention. Jeb then quickly headed out towards the facility, finding it buzzing with increased activity. Which quickly piqued his interest. Upon coming inside, he was quickly ushered by Engineers to the depths of the facility, finding more and more armed guards everywhere the deeper he went. As well as some highly regarded scientists running around the facility with heaps upon heaps of paper in their hands. Jeb was simply confused as he continued to be escorted to a certain area. His inquiries about what was happening and why there were so many armed guards stationed about going ignored. But upon arriving, he finally understood why there were so many guards and scientists hustling about. A large form was suspended by wires that hung from the ceiling of the facility’s depths. Wings as long as four buses hung from its back, its face completely covered with a darkened visor, and sporting a body made of pure metal. Limbs as long as 4 AAHW vans put together and an equally long body that slowly resonated with an eerie green glow. Highlighting the rotation joints and illuminating the mechanical parts within its torso that could be seen through a small window in the chest region. The beast was unlike anything Jeb has ever seen. Scientists of numerous higher rankings hurried by Jeb as he walked towards the suspended entity with wide eyes from behind his black sunglasses. Staring at the inanimate form of the alien creature in silent awe. It was…stunning…and yet so strangely familiar. Jeb then turns his attention to the Auditor, who he now realizes was standing on the catwalk that jutted out towards the dozing creature. His back to Jeb as he approaches. “You could’ve come a bit more quickly, Jebediah. Regardless, you can obviously see why I urged you to come as fast as you could. It seems we’ve made quite the discovery.” The Auditor speaks out, his back still facing the doctor as he crosses his arms. “A foreign entity that crashed into Nevada from the worlds beyond. In a form we have never seen and with powers we have yet to reveal. An interesting opportunity, wouldn’t you agree?” The Auditor continues before finally turning and fixating Jeb with his burning red gaze. “It’s…so…different. I didn’t expect something like this! Where’s the Sheriff?? Did this thing do something to him??” “No. He’s in the infirmary at the moment, being checked over both psychologically and physically. He was an inconsolable wreck by the time we arrived on the scene from his constant pings for assistance. But upon finding such a unique creature out in the wilds of Nevada, the fleet reached out to me for assistance. The Sheriff will be down in a few moments once the medical staff gets him to stop blathering about like an insane lunatic.” The Auditor says, looking up towards the creature suspended on the wires. “This creature was rendered unconscious from their fall. At first we thought the creature was dead, but further analysis from our equipment shows that it still has a pulse. A slow and steady one, similar to how grunts become when they enter a deep sleep. It’s alive. It just hasn’t awakened yet.” “What?! That thing is alive?! What if it awakens and proceeds to tear this facility apart?!” “You think I don’t know that, Jeb?!” The Auditor growls to his companion, eyes narrowed dangerously before blinking steadily and continuing. “The creature is asleep and we are taking this ripe opportunity to study it and keep it as sedated as we can. We’ll wake it up eventually, but only after we collect sample data about it. A creature like this is not in ANY existing server or database…not even in the Employer’s database. It’s a new entity and I will take the necessary precautions to keep it sedated while we research it.” The Auditor finishes, looking up at the beast in question. A moment of silence passes. “I guess that’s where I come in. To help research this creature?” Jeb inquires as he steps up to the end of the catwalk, looking up at the large figure. “Obviously. Sheriff will be added as another layer of security and you’ll be the temporary head of the research team. We need information and additional protection from that damned Wimbleton while we undergo our studies on this new beast. I’ll be monitoring this site extensively and consulting with my fellow employers about the status of Nevada. In the meantime, I expect you to work on getting as much information about this beast as you can.” The Auditor then begins to walk away, leaving Jeb to stare at the towering form of the slumbering alien alone. “I expect results in a timely manner, Jeb!” The Auditor shouts from behind him before oozing into the ground, making Jeb look over his shoulder for a moment before staring back at the snoozing beast. “Well…this is certainly a project.” – The more that Jeb studies the creature, the more stunned and invested into the project he becomes. The project, now named PROJECT: OTHERWORLD, has been an eye opener for the staff here in the AAHW facility. Jeb has drawn blood, fluids, and even flesh samples from the beast and each one comes back different and with unique properties. The blood had a similar consistency to oil at most, not necessarily being a lesser thick fluid like the blood of grunts. The fluids he managed to take from certain non-organic sections of the beast even had chemicals that made the grease and fluid similar to both blood and sweat. Making the joints lubricated enough to move without constant oiling. Then the flesh seemed to be partially synthetic and it had rubber-like qualities to it. That means that this beast was both robotic, inorganic, and organic at the same time! That’s…well…before they found this beast, it was SEEMINGLY impossible. If they could copy this genetic makeup, maybe the next step in the grunt evolution line could be– Jeb’s focus is then broken by the sound of the observatory room’s door opening, making him pull his eyes away from the screen with the genetic code being displayed to look who walked on in. Finding the Sheriff coming inside grumbling about the medical staff he encountered before his visual cross fixates on Dr. Christoff. “Oh. Howdy there, Christoff.” “Hello, Sheriff. I take it that you have received a clear bill of health?” Christoff says, flicking his glasses up a little to squint at the grunt in question before allowing them to slide back down. “Heh. Yeah. Had to sedate me in order for me ta, as they said it, ‘calm the fuck down and quit being delirious’. I was having a NORMAL reaction to seeing some foreign alien shit fall into Nevada!” The Sheriff argues and looks on in bemusement as Jeb chuckles in response. “Harhar, Jeb.” The Sheriff huffs before a moment of silence forms in the room. Both grunts stare out the large bay window that led to the main chamber that suspended the large being from the ceiling. Its form is still and silent, but everyone in the facility was aware that it was merely sleeping and not dead. But none knew how long it would stay that way. The thought was enough to make the Sheriff himself let out a small shudder. “So…” The Sheriff begins. “Did ya and tha other eggheads find out anything about this…thingamajig?” Sheriff is surprised to see Jeb nod in confirmation. “Yes. I have been sitting here analyzing the samples that me and the other scientists have managed to claim from the being and…their biology makes no sense! The being is both organic AND inorganic, with robotic and electronic parts all strewn about in it. However, there are some pieces of their biology I can’t seem to decipher, but some samples have been leased out to the Nexus’s Cores best scientist. A dear friend of mine, Hoffnar. We should hear back from him in a few days.” Jeb explains, typing on the interface and jotting down some notes. The Sheriff merely stands nearby, all confused. “Leasing the samples out? Aren’t ya worried that something might happen ta it?” “Yes. We took the proper precautions, friend. We mislabeled the packages intentionally and marked them with a special serial number that has been told to Hoffnar. Our true treasures are hiding under a label of something inconspicuous, like office supplies. So you need not to worry.” Jeb says, watching the monitors as the Sheriff lets out a hum of understanding. Another moment of silence passes. “What do ya think the Auditor wants with this confounded thing, Jeb? Would it be smarter to just…you know…terminate it before it wakes up and buries us all under boot hill?? Ah swear, it’s like not one soldier in this joint has an idea of what ta do if that thing breaks outta here!” Sheriff frets. Jeb lets out a sigh. “That has to be seen in time, Sheriff. I just know that this creature is valuable to him…and it apparently isn’t even a resident of Nevada. From what The Auditor said, it came from “outside of Nevada”. How did it get here? Well…we may never know that answer. It’s just that whatever the Auditor and the other employers have planned…I hope protecting Nevada is in mind.” Suddenly, an error appears on the screen, causing Jeb and Sheriff to look up at the monitor as the error flashes brightly and shows a deteriorating percentage rate. “Hmm?!” Jeb grunts as he stands up out of his seat and tries to type on the interface as the bar continues to decrease. “Shit!” He cusses, making the Sheriff hurry to his side in fear. “What in tarnation is going on??” The Sheriff asks in worry as Jeb desperately tries to get the console to respond. Then, a sound that made both grunt’s blood freeze over rings out from the observation bay. Both grunts look out of the bay windows as they can see the scientists that were out there freeze in place…and one of the giant wings of the creature begins to move. The scientists begin to flee in fear as the beast begins to shift. Its large limbs start to move and adjust as the visor flickers on and off. “IT’S WAKING UP!?!?” The Sheriff practically screams as the percentage bar on the monitor falls faster and the nearby consoles begin to crash. “I thought the doggone thing was sedated?!?” “It was! It’s resisting!” Christoff cusses as the console he was typing on finally red screens and crashes, making him slam a fist against the keyboard. Jeb wastes no time and triggers the emergency alarm and uses his tablet to ping the Auditor directly as he gets up from his chair and begins to run throughout the facility. “Where are you GOING–Aw HELL!!” The Sheriff yells after Jeb as he tries to keep pace with Christoff. “To the bay!” “What?! Why!!?” “I just…I need to see it!” “CAN’T YOU WAIT UNTIL WE FIND OUT WHAT IS GONNA DO TA US FIRST?!” “I don’t know what will happen, but if things go bad, I’ll be fine!” Jeb ignores the further screams from Sheriff as he dodges panicking scientists and agents that were trying to escort the staff to safety and take control of the situation. The bay doors were still open when Jeb ran through them, sprinting on the catwalks that led up to the beast. He had no idea if this was foolish or not, but he just…there was something in his gut that just kept telling him that this being was big…but not hostile. It could be his own curiosity that kills him here, but he was banking on his intuition. It’s rarely ever wrong…but that doesn’t mean today could be a bad day to gamble. Jeb stops short of the catwalk that ended directly in front of the large creature. Looking up at it as the lights on the body flickered to life and grew in intensity every waking moment. The sound of the bay doors and emergency exits sealing shut only meant that Jeb had made his choice and was left to his fate. Despite the panicking grunts that lay just outside of the observation bay and the blaring alarms that rang around him, Jeb could pick up on the sound of the being coming to life even more. The long limbs that once hung limply sprang to life and reached up to pull and yank at the wires that kept it suspended. Pulling on them with force as the wires easily snap and the hoses that were delivering the sedatives were severed. Leading to lots of sparking and fluid to pool on the ground below the catwalks as the head jostles about. Finally, with one massive heave, the wings from behind the beast spread out. Destroying the catwalks that were present to the sides as Jeb takes a cautionary stance as more wires pop and the weight of the being brings it down from the ceiling. A tremor rings out as the beast lands on the ground, shaking Jeb around like a mere ragdoll as the beast finds its footing and stands on its own two long legs for the first time. It was finally awake. Jeb could only stand and watch it in awe as the being stood up straight and tall. The metal of its chassis creaking and popping as the visor on its head finally flickers to life. Casting the lone scientist in front of them in an eerie green light. Again, despite the atmospheric noise surrounding them both, Jeb can hear the sounds that the creature was emanating. Clicking, beeping, and mechanical whirring were all present in the room and eventually the alarm was silenced from the outside. Finally giving Jeb a moment to actually listen in on the being as it was…speaking?? He couldn’t really tell what it was saying…IF it was saying anything. But with the eerie calm that resonated throughout the bay, Jeb came to realize another source of sound that radiated from the creature. Breathing. He could hear it breathing. The sound permeated throughout the bay like a droning hum…and Jeb was nothing short of enthralled. But he also took into account the visor that was now illuminated and fixated on him. Staring at him…like it was watching him just as he was watching it. Like it was…thinking. Then, much to his sudden surprise, the bay doors are suddenly released and the beast turns its attention away from him as Jeb does the same. Looking toward the entrance, he sees the Auditor and the Sheriff coming down the catwalk. The Auditor with a rather miffed look on his face as he glares at Jeb, no doubt for the reckless thing that he did, before his gaze flicks upwards to the towering beast. The Sheriff was trying to not look as cowardly as he could, but he could obviously be seen trying to hide behind the Auditor as the closer to the alien they got, the more he would slink behind the employer. When they both came to a stop, the creature stared at them as well. Not showing any signs of hostility, just as Jeb’s gut had predicted. It merely looked at them as they did the same. “Is…is it friendly?” The Sheriff manages to squeak out as Jeb and the Auditor don’t take their gazes off the large being. “Well…I’m not a bloody smear on the ground, now am I?” Jeb mutters in response. “Jeb, what you did was absolutely foolish. If it had been hostile, you would’ve died. Don’t you ever do something that reckless again. Not while I need you alive to help study this creature.” The Auditor scolds, giving Jeb a cruel side-eye as Jeb huffs in response. Then, the group flinches as a series of clicks are heard coming from the being. To which, a sudden bright blue light shoots out from its visor, startling them. The light goes up and down twice before it goes away entirely with a content beep. Leaving them stunned for a moment. “Did…did it just scan us??” Jeb mutters curiously as the being then turns its head to the side. The most unexpected thing happened after that. In which, the beast actually SPOKE. “⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜.” The group nearly jumps out of their skins as the digital garble that filled the room for a moment rattles their ears, leaving them wincing. The group stands in silence as the creature turns its head to the side, as if it was waiting for a greeting as well. “There ain’t no way in hell that thing just spoke.” The Sheriff utters in surprise as the other two blink steadily. “Astonishing…it’s capable of communication.” Jeb states breathlessly as he is awestruck by the subject in question. Meanwhile, the Auditor places a finger on his chin and an unseen smile seems to cross his face as he takes in the sight of the creature before him. Now not a simple mindless beast…but an alien figure that is fully capable of speech and intelligence. “Interesting…” The Auditor states, staring at the large foreign being with a sparkle of intrigue. Things have certainly just gotten very, VERY interesting for his organization against that damned Hank Wimbleton.

*FSR translation: "Hello."

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