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gluion · 2 months ago

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songs queued! — boynextdoor’s ktv experiences with you

wc — 1.9k (~300-350 per member) genre & warnings — fluff, crack, platonic for woonhak, most scenarios will have alcohol involved (except for woonhak’s), songs that they’d sing in the karaoke included (with one opm song per member because i must give respect to my heritage that gifted me my talent) notes — one thing about me is that i do NOT play about ktvs. you will catch me drinking and having the time of my life in one almost every week (it's been a month since i last went. i miss it). if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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park sungho knows one thing: you and alcohol guarantee a night filled with tears. whether it would be over the worst week you’ve had or out of sheer joy from being surrounded with your friends, it’s a sob fest. the first time you cried to him in your intoxicated state brought him to drop the mic… until he heard you talk about the finale of your favorite series. it’s not that sungho doesn’t take you seriously, but he now knows what to do should you cry again.

✰ sungho never strays away from the microphone, always flipping through the songbook to find another song to queue. if anything, you were the type who seemed to avoid the microphone. yet, sungho never pushed you to sing, so long as you sung along or enjoyed the night.

✰ on the nights the reason behind your tears are serious, he leads you somewhere far from the party, and he’ll stick with you until the end. he won’t force you to talk about anything, only holding a glass of water should you ever need one. he knew these were the only moments you could allow yourself to vent, to be vulnerable, and he would never strip that from you. all he wants is to be there for you.

✰ before you leave the party, sungho checks up on you one last time. he wipes your tear stained cheeks before pulling you into a hug. although your intoxicated mind won’t remember, he tells you to call him the next day. and when morning comes, you’ll see a message from him saying that he’s on the way to your place with a bowl of chinese soup.

songs queued — no control by one direction — still into you by paramore — replay by shinee — broken clocks by sza — and july by heize, dean & dj friz — chinito by yeng constantino

lee riwoo is all too familiar with your three different stages of intoxication. first, you’ll be in a bubbly mood, struggling to hold back your giggles over the smallest things that shouldn’t be funny. when you’ve had a bit more alcohol in your system, you’ll let loose and get on the dance floor, dragging riwoo along to enjoy the night with you. once you’ve calmed down, you’ll find yourself entering your third stage of intoxication: going nonverbal. riwoo follows the same stages as you.

✰ riwoo enjoys the karaoke with you. he can let loose and sing his heart out, knowing that someone is there to reciprocate the energy. it’s in the karaoke room—or maybe just being with you that he feels most alive. in your shared looks, you always read his mind, and you always came rushing to him with what he needed; another singing buddy, a person to dance with, someone to laugh with, the only one who can just sit in silence with him.

✰ when one of you go nonverbal, the other person makes it an effort to ask if they want to go somewhere far from the party. after all, the noise and lights could be overwhelming. riwoo always comes prepared with water while you always have earphones should the energy be too much. however, when the two of you find yourselves entering the third stage of intoxication, a corner in the room suffices. the only thing important to you two is having each other during these moments.

✰ while everyone goes off in their own, you and riwoo stick together. the way back home is a wordless one, but one filled with actions; hand holding and interlocked arms. the two of you thank the universe for silent moments—so long as you two are together.

songs queued — red wine supernova by chappell roan — shoong by taeyang feat. lisa — smoking out the window by silk sonic — beauty and a beat by justin bieber & nicki minaj — born this way by lady gaga — dadalhin by regine velasquez

myung jaehyun follows one rule when it comes to ktvs and you: act as the designated babysitter, specifically yours. you and alcohol never mix well. despite how many times you tell him that you aren’t going to drink, you can’t hold yourself back around a bottle of liquor. yet, jaehyun knows how much you needed the break. in fact, he’s always been the one person to tell you to stop spending late nights with your back slouched in front of your computer. so for now, he’ll allow you to have this time to let loose—so long as he’s there to take care of you.

✰ one thing about jaehyun is that he knew how to have fun without the alcohol—that’s how you know he’s the life-of-the-party. somehow, he knew what you needed. someone to sing with? that’s him. someone to hype you up? easiest job for him. someone to take a break with? you didn’t have to ask—he knows. when he sees you taking a seat after you sing your heart out, he rushes to your side. sure, you need some water, but sometimes, you just want someone to lean on. and he always knows.

✰ as everyone starts to bid their farewells, you hold jaehyun’s arm half-asleep. given all the times he took care of you, there would be no question who brings you home. he knows what to do before you fall to your bed; watch out the remnants of the night so that you can enjoy your sleep. after all, he didn’t mind taking care of you. the soft babbling, the sudden giggles, the quiet snores—these happened to be his favorite moments after every night out.

✰ whenever you wake up, you’d find hangover medicine and water on your bedside table. that was enough to make you smile.

songs queued — to myself by dpr live — new thing by zico — i need a girl by taeyang — aeao by dynamic duo — pour up by dean & zico — beer by the itchyworms

han taesan knows all the telltale signs that show whenever you’ve had too much to drink. he moves quick, ready to catch you whenever you stumble or snatch a shot from you. as much as taesan could never hold back from your eyes that plead to him, he knows you; a morning with a pounding headache and lack of recollection of last night’s events isn’t one you wanted to deal with. you think he’s not doing you a favor, sulking as he tells you he won’t leave until you finish a glass of water, but you’ll thank him when the morning comes.

✰ some nights, you manage to get away from taesan’s scolding. however, that only brings him to think smarter. at a point of incoherency, you still search for alcohol, whining as you ask them to fill up your shot glass. while you expect it to be filled with vodka, taesan fills it with water without your knowledge. to really sell it, he’ll take a “shot” with you. your intoxicated mind could never tell. (it was always amusing to see you hiss over the “alcohol” going down your throat.) and when you struggled to keep up with the lyrics, taesan would join along and keep you up to pace.

✰ when the night finally comes to an end, taesan never allows himself to watch you go home by yourself. you’re too drunk to take care of yourself, and for his peace of mind, he stays with you until he sees you enter the front door.

✰ when morning comes, taesan only recaps your foolish actions. while you sit in embarrassment, taesan laughs. (but he’ll never tell you of all the times he made sure you got home safe. he didn’t care how late in the night—or early in the morning—it would be. all he knows is that he’d do it any day.)

songs queued — linger by the cranberries — welcome to the black parade by my chemical romance — 1999 by g2 & gray — mr. brightside by the killers — sk8er boi by avril lavigne — huwag na huwag mong sabihin by kitchie nadal

kim leehan can’t deny he likes you in your intoxicated state. you’re never this bubbly, clingy, with him unless you’ve got some alcohol in your system. and in this state, you never know how to control your words. shy compliments and secret confessions never fail to leave your mouth. he swears he can hear his heartbeat with every word you say. it starts off with the love songs; you never can stop yourself from singing them. while everyone’s busy singing along, they never spot the glances you take at leehan. he doesn’t know if it’s your poor attempt to look at him discreetly, but he will always lock eyes with you. it’s the heat in your cheeks that are enough to send a message his way.

✰ when you start settling down, you stay with leehan, latching onto his arm and basking in his warmth. leehan accepts your touch, even slinging an arm to hold you close. mumbles tumble out of your mouth. when he can’t understand, he’ll lean closer to you—and the distance is enough to make you lose your train of thought. (leehan can’t help but like your starstruck expression.)

✰ once the party comes to its end, you always sober up in time. you’re back to your laidback persona that everyone knows of. yet, leehan still looks at you like the same intoxicated person who held onto him almost the entire night. although you try to feign ignorance, he knows you all too well. his hand rests on top of your head, allowing you to enjoy briefly in his warmth before you go on your separate ways.

✰ you two never talk about it in the next morning. (but you two think back to it in the late hours of the night.)

songs queued — a thousand miles by vanessa carlton — september by earth, wind, and fire — yeah by usher feat. lil jon & ludacris — so sick by ne-yo — you’re so vain by carly simon — torete by moonstar88

kim woonhak would never pass on karaoke, especially if you’re coming along. every song becomes a duet with you. not in a way that you’re stealing each other’s spotlight but more to deliver the best performance in the booth. the karaoke booth transforms into anything you two want it to be; a stage, a garage, whatever space fits the song and you two.

✰ whenever you two get tired, you fall into a routine of catching up on anything and everything. somehow, you two can talk about anything in the world; lucid dreams, burning passions, the concept of water and if it’s wet. woonhak likes these conversations. if anything, he’d be happy to just talk, but he likes creating memories with you—living life with you. his youth is filled with you.

✰ while everyone leaves with a goal to rest, you and woonhak can’t seem to think about what’s in store for the next day. the way home is filled with laughter over tonight’s events. somehow, you remind him that there’s more to life than just school or work. there’ll always be space for these silly moments and never-ending conversations with you.

✰ mornings after surprisingly aren’t as noisy like the nights you spend at the ktv. somehow, you two like it slow, and woonhak’s happy enough to spend it with his favorite person.

songs queued — her by block b — come back home by seo taiji and boys — left & right by seventeen — cat & dog by tomorrow by together — love scenario by ikon — andrew ford medina by andrew e.

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simplyraeblue · 4 months ago

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, eventual smut warning as I'm planning for this to come in parts

chapter warnings/tags: drinking, stupid touchy men, physical violence (choso literally saves you with a punch) index part three | part five

part four word count: 1,532

you couldn’t believe Yuji Itadori had managed to drag you out tonight. all you’d wanted was to snuggle up in bed and binge-watch tv, but no—your best friend was insistent on hitting a bar, with Megumi and Nobara in tow.

“you know I really hate here, right?” you said, sticking out your tongue as Yuji handed you a drink he’d bought.

“oh, that’s a shame,” Yuji teased, grinning as he took a sip from his own cup.

“come on, y/n, hang out with the cool kids tonight!” Nobara shouted, slinging an arm around your shoulders. Megumi rolled his eyes, but you were grateful for his presence, even if he seemed just as reluctant as you.

“let’s kick things off with some shots!” Yuji matched Nobara’s enthusiasm, grabbing your arm and dragging you towards the bar. the bartender looked like he was wishing for a trapdoor to open beneath him.

“what can i get for you guys?” the bartender asked, his voice dripping with irritation.

“four shots of… hmmm… tequila, please,” Nobara answered. you opened your mouth to protest, but the bartender was already grabbing the bottle and pouring the shots. clearly, he wanted you all to leave as quickly as possible. “put it on the Fushiguro tab.”

“seriously?” Megumi deadpanned from behind Yuji.

“before we take these, can someone please tell me if we have a plan to get home?” you asked, silently hoping one of them would have an answer. they all shook their heads, and you felt a wave of defeat as you clinked your shot glass with theirs and downed the tequila.

god, you’d forgotten how much you hated tequila.

of course, Yuji and Nobara kept you and Megumi well-supplied with shots and drinks all night, making sure you had enough alcohol in your system to stick around. at some point, you stopped resisting.

the alcohol had you feeling fantastic—loose and relaxed as you danced with your friends. the dj was blasting beats that would’ve put Choso’s set to shame, and you were sweating and swaying to the rhythm, practically grinding against Nobara.

“Yuji, I’m still mad at you!” you shouted over the music.

“oh no, what did I do? let me beg for your forgiveness,” Yuji replied with a dramatic pout and big, sappy puppy-dog eyes.

you waved him off, realizing he was a lost cause. in fact, you were a lost cause too. what time was it, anyway?

you decided to excuse yourself to the bathroom and checked your phone on the way—it was well past midnight. ugh, no time for a shower if you wanted any sleep tonight.

as you turned the corner towards the women’s restroom, you bumped into something solid. or rather, someone solid.

“hey, good lookin’,” a tall guy said, smirking down at you with eyes that seemed barely open.

“excuse me,” you muttered, trying to sidestep him. he grabbed your upper arm, and you bristled at the contact.

“wait, hang out w’ me for a minute,” he said, pulling you closer. just as you were ready to use the self-defense moves Yuji taught you, something else grabbed his attention long enough for you to wrench free and hurry towards the bathroom. he called out after you, “I’ll be right here waiting f’ you!”

as soon as you locked yourself in a stall, you pulled out your phone again. you tried calling Yuji—no answer. Nobara? also no answer. with a sigh, you dialed Megumi as a last-ditch effort, but got nothing.

you really didn’t want to go back out there and risk running into that guy again.

taking a deep breath, you pulled up the next contact on your list. you wanted to go home and get some sleep anyway; surely your friends wouldn’t mind.

“hello?” Choso’s voice was low and groggy, like he’d just woken up.

“Choso, can you come pick me up?” you asked quickly, trying to push aside the guilt in favor of self-preservation.

“where are you?” Choso replied, rustling noises in the background suggesting he was already getting up. “send me your location.”

you told him the name of the bar before hanging up and sharing your location. fortunately, the bar wasn’t far from Yuji’s place; Choso might just walk over.

while you waited in the stall, you could still hear the man shouting outside the bathroom door. he wasn’t shouting at you, but he was close enough to be unsettling. you decided to stay put until Choso arrived or one of your friends showed up to rescue you.

your phone pinged with a new message from Choso: found the three stooges. where are you?

you braced yourself as you unlocked the stall door and pushed out of the bathroom, focusing on your footsteps and silently praying the guy you’d run into wouldn’t notice you.

“oi! there you are!” fuck. you felt his hand grip your arm again, and you turned to face the skeezy guy. “was just telling my friends how smokin’ hot you are—let them see!”

you glanced past him to see three other guys, all bigger than you and sharing the same drunken, leering expressions.

“alright, they’ve seen me. now let me go,” you said through gritted teeth, tugging at your arm in an attempt to free it.

“hold on a minute, let me buy you a drink,” the guy slurred, nearly stumbling into you as he pulled your arm.

“I said, let me go,” you snapped, pulling against him with more force. where were your friends?

“hey, no need to be bitch so why don’t you shut your pretty mouth and-”

“I believe she told you to let her go.” you froze at the low, threatening voice that spoke up behind you. daring a glance over your shoulder, you saw Choso, eyes dark and body tense as he eyed the man who had a hold of you.

to you, he looked like your knight in shining armor.

“’scuse us, man, we’re just on our way t’ the bar,” the guy said, trying to wave Choso off. but your eyes pleaded with Choso for help.

“i don’t think she wants to go with you,” Choso said firmly, stepping forward and grabbing the guy’s hand on your arm. “now, let her go.”

“what’s your problem, man?” the guy snapped, glaring at Choso. “this bitch isn’t even that good-looking.”

you blinked, and in an instant, Choso’s fist connected with the guy’s face. your arm was freed, and you looked down at the guy, clutching his probably broken nose.

“don’t call her that,” Choso growled. before the guy’s friends could react, Choso took your hand and started pulling you away from the scene.

“y/n, where’d you run off to?” Nobara slurred as Choso led you back to the group.

“whoa, what happened to your hand, Choso?” Yuji asked, noticing the blood on Choso’s knuckles.

“I’m taking y/n home,” Choso said firmly. “you either walk home or call me if you need anything.” he then grabbed Megumi’s shirt to get his attention. “you’re the responsible one—don’t let these two do anything stupid.”

once Megumi nodded in agreement, Choso began guiding you out of the bar, still holding your hand.

“thanks for stepping in back there,” you said once you were outside, away from the blaring music.

“you don’t need to thank me,” Choso replied, slowing to walk beside you.

you weren’t sure if he realized he was still holding your hand, but it felt comforting, so you decided not to mention it.

“I never took you for the type to resort to physical violence so quickly,” you teased, catching a blush on his face.

“it’s just what you do for the right people,” he said quickly, making you blush in return.

“I probably could’ve handled it myself, but you were a real knight in shining armor,” you joked, and Choso chuckled.

“yeah, I’m sure you might have done something even worse,” he said through his laughter.

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it wasn’t until you were back at the house that Choso noticed he was still holding your hand. his face turned bright red as he quickly let go, flustered and apologizing.

you excused yourself to change out of your bar clothes and returned to the kitchen in your pajamas to grab a large glass of water before bed.

“do you need anything before I head back to sleep?” Choso asked, handing you a glass he’d already filled. what a gentleman

“a bedtime story and a tuck-in,” you joked.

“only if you ask nicely,” Choso replied with a teasing smirk. you suddenly felt a wave of heat and laughed to push away your awkwardness.

“if I can’t fall asleep without it, I know where to find you,” you said, and although you meant it as a tease, you weren’t entirely sure it was just that.

Choso nodded, and you both said goodnight before heading to your separate rooms.

as you lay in bed, you tried to figure out if the warmth you felt was from the alcohol or from the interaction. you drifted off to sleep, comforted by the memory of the sweet, sweet memory of Choso breaking a stranger’s nose for you. Sukuna probably would’ve just killed him.

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galactickle · 1 year ago

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Jealousy

James Maguire x reader

Summary: reader is jealous of james and katya, and becomes really good friends with david donnelly, but james thinks david and the reader are something more.

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“Who is this?” Katya asks, her accent thick.

“Oh, that's just James,” Erin replies.

“You are handsome,” Katya says, “and also sexy.”

Everyone in the room was shocked by this revelation.

“Is her English not great?” Michelle asks.

Katya looks James up and down before getting up and kissing him.

The girls continued to make comments as you all watched them kiss, but you heard nothing they said. You had been secretly crushing on James for a little while, unbeknownst to your best friends, and the sight of him kissing the Ukrainian had you seeing red.

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You were at Brennan's eating lunch with the gang. The girls were all fighting about something or other while you picked at your food silently, when Jenny showed up with her Ukrainian lad.

“Listen, I have a feeling Artem and a few of the others are a bit homesick,” Jenny explained, “It'd be nice for them to spend some time together. So I’m having a soiree at my place tonight. It's going to be great!”

Just then, Erin’s longtime crush and a good friend of yours, David, walks in. You were closer to David than the other girls, as your parents were friends with his.

He looks around the restaurant until he sees Jenny. “Hey, do you have the playlist for tonight then?” he shoots your group a smile and a nod.

Jenny hands him a piece of paper, “I'll need the sound system set up by 7.”

“Is your band playing at this thing?”

“Oh no, I just do a bit of DJing on the side.” he laughs and heads to order some food.

“On second thought, I think this party might be good for Katya,” Erin says to Jenny.

Just then you look up to see James and Katya making out right in the middle of the restaurant. You look down at your food in disgust, then excuse yourself to go to the washroom.

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At the party, the first thing you saw when you walked in was David at his DJ stand, you waved hello to him before going to find your friends.

You mingled at the party a bit before you got tired of Erin freaking out about Katya taking James’ virginity. You found yourself hanging out with David, talking and drinking beer. David was cool and you enjoyed talking to him, it got your mind off of James for a bit… until you all heard a commotion upstairs, you followed David and the others to the stairwell, only catching the end of the argument.

“--How dare you? I am poor Ukrainian, so I must be prostitute!” Katya yells. You raise your eyebrows in shock.

Erin comes to address the crowd forming on the stairs, “Hear me out, first she comes on to James here. What would possess her?” you roll your eyes, “Financial gain, that's what!”

“He attractive boy, Erin.” Katya reasons.

“He's English, Katya.” Erin replies offhandedly.

“I have no problem with this.”

“You should,” Michelle butts in.

Erin continues yelling about the condoms in Katya's bag, and the money the Ukrainians have been giving her all evening.

“How the hell do you explain that?” Erin asks Katya in regards to the money.

“I organize, how you say it, whip round. We like to buy Jenny present to thank her for nice party.” Katya explains in her normal, but angry voice.

“Ohhh, you guys!!”Jenny replies sweetly.

Erin is left speechless, as is everyone else.

“So not only you insult me, but you've also spoiled Jenny’s surprise!” Katya adds.

“I think you should leave,” Jenny states. you sink back behind David in the crowd, not wanting to associate or even be seen by your friends. You could feel their eyes on you though, as they passed by in shame.

“You can still hang with me for the rest of the night,” David offered, you smiled slightly at him and nodded.

You spent the next little while drinking and talking, but David could tell you were a little off.

“So what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” you ask, taking a swig of your beer.

“You seem… distracted, sad even.”

“Nah, it's nothing,” you try to brush it off.

“Obviously it's not, so spill.”

“I… I.. have a wee bit of a crush on James…” you say with a pained look on your face.

David nods and hums in agreement. “So the whole Katya thing…?” he trails off.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.. that sucks, well, if it's any sentiment, he's gotta be into you too, because like every guy in Derry is into you,” He nudges you shoulder.

You laugh, “Yeah, OK.”

“It’s true!!” David chuckles.

“Okay, okay, I believe you!” you look around at the dwindling party, “Well… I should probably get going,” sigh, getting up from your spot on the floor.

“Want me to walk you home?” David offers, getting up as well.

“Yeah, I’d like that, thanks,” you smile at him as he sticks out his elbow for you to take.

The walk home is full of drunken giggles and nonsense.

When you reached your house, you turned to David to say thank you again, and, unbeknownst to you, James was looking out his window watching. He had been waiting to make sure you got home alright, after he realized you hadn't followed the group out of the party.

“Thank you,” you smiled up at David.

“No problem,” he replied, “we should hang out more.”

“I agree,” you laughed. You leant up on your tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek, “Goodnight, David.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked into your house, David yelling ‘goodnight’ after you.

~~~

The next couple weeks, James didn't talk to you, which you didn't mind because you had been ignoring him before anyways. Plus now you were in a good mood due to your blooming friendship with David. It’s not that you had romantic feelings for him, but you did really like him, although you would never do something to hurt Erin.

The whole friend group watched in confusion as you and David became closer friends. After a couple weeks of silence James finally blew up.

“Why are you hanging out with him?” You were at Michelle’s house, you and James were alone in the kitchen getting drinks.

“What?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“David, why do you keep hanging out with him?” James repeated.

“I don't know, he's nice and fun to be around..”

“So are we!” James countered.

“Fine. Why did you let Katya kiss you?”

“I--I..”

The girls had heard the commotion and came into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Erin asked.

No one said anything for a second..

“I saw Y/N kiss David Donnelley!” James exclaims. You gape at him.

“What?” The girls gasp.

“No! I didn't! I kissed him on the cheek-- which is a totally different thing! I was just saying thank you for walking me home!”

“How could you Y/N?” Orla asks, cradling Erin's head.

You shake your head, then turn and leave. James follows you outside, “So what? You're just gonna leave?”

“Yeah! Well, it doesn't feel like I’m welcomed there anymore!” you yell back, exasperated.

“Y/N!” you could hear a change in tone in James’ voice, was that desperation? “Wait! I've been a dick, I’m so sorry!”

You slowly turn towards him, “Yeah, you have been.”

“I’m sorry I just.. didn't like seeing you with him,” James reveals.

“How do you think I felt about Katya?” you say quietly.

James looks at you, confused, for a moment, “Wait-- you mean?” you nod in a response, smiling crookedly.

James runs forward, enveloping you in a hug, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers in your shoulder.

“Me too.” And your lips collide in the most beautiful kiss either of you have ever experienced

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enigmaticexplorer · 2 months ago

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Let Me Love You - Part I

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General Summary. An opportunity to expand your grandmother’s business brings you to Coruscant and a chance-encounter with Commander Fox. Friendship is your intent. But feelings grow, and with them, renewed fears.

Pairing. Commander Fox x female!OC

General Warnings. Self-esteem issues; intimacy issues; trust issues; explicit sexual content.

Fic Rating. E (explicit)/18+/Minors DNI.

Word Count. 2.4K

A/N. Happy Kinktober! My kink is the hyper-independent FMC who’s convinced she’s incapable of being loved, and the confidently-patient MMC resolved to prove her wrong.

Also, this story wouldn't exist without @/dystopicjumpsuit's In the Matter of Marshal Commander Fox vs. the Stocking Kink, the Court Finds the Defendant Filthy. There is zero correlation between the two, but DJ's one-shot reminded me how much I love Fox. And thus, this story was born.

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9 Yelona, Zhellday

Autumn on Coruscant elapsed like the other seasons of the year—controlled temperature, heavy traffic, and malodorously polluted air. The environment was a stark contrast to your home planet, Lefaepa.

With its fields of amber, and its hills of autumnal red, and its valleys speckled with clumps of asters and sunflowers, Lefaepa was the planet to visit for the annual Harvest Festival.

It was a tradition that dated back ten thousand years. Month-long festivities concluded on the 35th when everyone gathered in their local towns and shared the reaping of their harvest.

The communal and unevolved technological aspects of Lefaepan culture set it and its neighboring systems apart from the rest of the galaxy. “Backwater,” they were called. “Archaic.”

But the Lefaepans didn’t care. They were so far removed from galactic societal expectations and dictations that the opinions of those located billions of kilometers away hardly mattered. What do the people who live in cages know? they laughed among themselves.

You missed it—your home, the silence at night, the fresh air with its honeysuckle breeze.

Since you first arrived on Coruscant two years ago, you’ve returned home twice for the Harvest Festival. Your parents appreciated the extra help on the farm, and you enjoyed the pitchers of apple cider, the twangy music, and the abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables.

This year, however, you were missing the festivities. An argument with your mother left you too raw to visit home. No matter how much your heart longed for the stars and your soul yearned for the quiet of those red hills, your pride kept you away. Your mother had gone too far this time.

Her constant pressure to settle for the first man who gave you attention—her constant remarks that you weren’t “getting younger”—had coalesced into a resentment unbreakable. Even now, three weeks after your argument, a bitter taste filled your mouth. Ire clenched in your jaw.

Was it not enough that you had performed well in university?

Was it not enough that you had expanded your grandmother’s business?

Were you not enough on your own?

Conflicting thoughts clashed within your mind, a war raging.

Swords clanging—an adamant acceptance of your independence.

Cannons blasting—a defiant roar against your mother’s comments and interferences.

Arrows piercing armor—a desperate, silent plea for someone to see you, to believe you were enough to be loved.

Over time, many battles were fought.

For weeks, the armies fell quiet, re-strategizing, allowing you a moment of peace. And then they surged forth, a surprise attack spurred by your mother or your insecurities or—

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

The voice plucked you from your spinning thoughts and you recoiled, looking up from the thin coin you were cleaning. Weaving his way through the glass cases of artifacts strolled a man in red armor: helmet tucked beneath an arm, curly hair close-cropped, groomed stubble faintly shadowing his jaw.

A member of the Corrie Guard. You were familiar with them.

After the Clone War ended two years ago, the Jedi uncovering and preventing a massive scheme to destroy the Republic, the Grand Army of the Republic was restructured. A tentative peace encompassed the galaxy. There was no longer a need for full battalions of soldiers.

Pension plans passed, many soldiers retired. Some remained, though. Some, like the Corrie Guard, who were organized into an internal defensive bureau—the Department of Security—dedicated to protecting the New Republic from terrorist cells. Cells that were keen for chaos and anarchy.

So, the Guard’s random visit to your gallery was surprising.

“Can I help you?”

The Guard approached your counter—where you conducted all final transactions—with an aplomb that clued you into the seriousness of the situation.

“Are you the owner of the gallery?” At your nod, the Guard extended a gloved hand. “I’m Commander Fox.” The handshake was firm and brief. Matter-of-fact, just like the commander’s tone. “Yesterday, two Weequays were spotted on a public cam just outside this gallery. They were wearing black cowls and dressed in dark clothing. Do you know anything about them?”

The description, while slightly vague, was familiar. Your eyes narrowed. “They came inside and looked around a bit.”

The commander maintained eye contact with a calculation that made you tense. “For how long?”

“Maybe five minutes.” You rounded the counter and motioned for the commander to follow you. A couple paces led you toward an unseemly case in a corner near the locked door that led to the backroom. “They spent most of that time looking at this: the Sword of Skander.”

Commander Fox peered into the case, eyeing the ancient sword inside. “What’s its story?”

“The sword belonged to Emperor Skander of the Meso civilization that existed ten thousand years ago,” you said with a cool, blasé inflection born from years working in this field. “When he assumed emperorship, his empire was close to collapse. To fight off his greatest enemy, he went to a sorcerer-type people and begged for an undefeatable weapon. They gave him this sword.”

“Undefeatable?” The commander raised his gaze to yours. A white scar cut across his chin. “It’s a sword.”

You offered him a bland smile. “The metal of the blade is unique. It no longer exists. It’s either been depleted so much it’s undiscoverable or it’s been hidden.”

Commander Fox observed the sword with an unreadable expression. “And yet the metal in the sword remains.”

“The sword is protected by both cultural heritage laws and general artifact preservation laws,” you explained. “It was given to my grandmother forty years ago by a local community with ties to the Meso empire. One of their children was playing in a random cave when she found the sword. The locals recognized it from their legend. They wanted to protect it. So they asked my grandmother to safeguard it from those who would test the metal and replicate it.”

The commander ran a thumb along his lower lip. “Did the Weequay ask you any questions about it?”

“No.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “When I asked if I could help them, they left.”

“What’s so special about a rare metal?” Commander Fox mused aloud. At your silence, he pinned you with a hard look. “You know something.”

You hesitated. When you inherited the gallery, you had promised your grandmother to protect the sword’s secret capability. A capability that would earn the interest of different parties, including terrorists.

“Very few people know this,” you said quietly. The commander shifted forward. “The sword’s blade can cut through any material. Including beskar.” His eyes widened. “And its blade is imbibed with a quick-acting poison. One little scratch and you’ll be dead within a minute.”

“That makes it a dangerous weapon,” Commander Fox murmured. He surveyed the front windows. Stained glass. An assortment of colors. They shielded visitors from Coruscant’s environment, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of ancient times, transplanting visitors from the modern world into history. “In the wrong hands—”

“That’s why only a handful of people know the truth.” You gestured to the case’s peeling wood and scratches. “And why its appearance is so modest.”

The commander released a contemplative sound.

Unease pricked the back of your neck. “You think the Weequays may suspect its true origins.”

His demeanor was impassive. “If I asked you to move the sword to your backroom, would you?”

“Only if you answer my question.”

“You haven’t asked me a question.” The corner of his mouth curved at your annoyed eye roll. “But…I believe there’s merit to your suspicions.”

You gave a sharp nod. “There are cases in the back with strong security systems. I’ll move it into one of those.”

“Thank you.” Commander Fox adjusted the helmet beneath his elbow. “Do you have private cams set up?”

“I do.” You extended your head to the one behind him, well-hidden among lacy drapes.

“Good.” He scanned the gallery, most likely searching for the others. “Can I get a copy of the last week’s footage?”

“The last week?” His nod was perfunctory. You pursed your lips. “I don’t have time right now—”

“I’ll return to tomorrow.” He glanced once more at the sword. “If that works with your schedule.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Commander Fox offered his hand and you accepted it. Again. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

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“Commander Fox.” You greeted the man with a close-mouthed smile. “Give me a minute.”

The commander, with his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, nodded. The patient apathy on his face hid his true thoughts as he appraised a glass case housing five clay tablets inscribed with an indecipherable language. Your radiocarbon tests dated them nearly one-hundred thousand years old.

“As promised,” you said to the elderly man opposite your counter. Removing the lid from the large, nondescript box, you beckoned the man to peer inside. Joy played on his withered mouth.

“Your payment,” he said, brandishing a bank card, “as promised.”

A swipe of his card deposited the credits into your account. It would take no more than thirteen hours for the transfer to complete its process.

With a wave at the elderly man, you turned your attention to Commander Fox.

“As promised for you.” You slid a datafile across the counter. “The five days preceding the Weequays’ visit, and the day of.”

Commander Fox rested a hand atop the ‘file. Like yesterday, red armor accentuated by a white chest plate covered his body. A black kama encircled his waist; a white utility belt sat snuggly on his hips. He set his helmet atop the counter.

“You must make a lot of money to afford these pieces.”

“I don’t sell the artifacts,” you said. The commander straightened slightly at your terse tone. “A majority of them were gifted to me by my grandmother. The rest are on loan from museums or private collections.” Your arms crossed your chest. “Artifacts are meant to be admired, studied, and respected. I’m not in this trade to buy and sell rarities just for the ego of having lots of money.”

If he was bothered by your sharp response, he didn’t show it. “Then how do you make money?”

“Through appraisals and consulting, mostly.” You rested a hip against the counter. “Preserving certain artifacts is expensive. If you don’t know what you’re doing, it can be either dangerous or ruinous. Lots of people will pay a good amount of money for an expert to preserve their family heirlooms or treasures they’ve accumulated. And they’ll pay even more to store their collections. I also document and organize assets for clients.”

Commander Fox dipped his chin toward the front door. “And that man—what did you do for him?”

“A cleaning.” You shrugged at his bemused frown. “Inside that box was a stack of plates that have been in his family for eight generations. Each plate is painted with a unique decoration. The paint is hundreds of years old and frail. A regular cleaning wouldn’t suffice, so I handled it.”

“That’s a lot of work for…” The commander cut himself off.

“Junk?” you surmised. He offered an apologetic grimace. “It may be junk to you. But artifacts mean different things to different people. Not only are they a way to study history and cultural nuances, they also connect you with people you might have nothing in common with. They offer a new perspective.”

You gestured to an ornamental warrior’s mask hanging on the wall behind you. “This mask belongs to my oldest client. She’s lost mobility in her hands and her eyesight is waning. She asked me to store the mask for her granddaughter, who will inherit the heirloom on her twentieth birthday. It’s been in their family for nearly two thousand years.”

Commander Fox whistled lowly.

“That’s a lot of history stored within a single, material item.” You scanned his face. “But it’s not just about preserving that family’s history. The mask is symbolic—it represents the family’s drive and resilience in times of turmoil. It’s survived horrific times, and so can they.”

For several seconds, Commander Fox scrutinized the green-blue mask.

“I…don’t have anything like that,” he said slowly, almost as if to himself. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “I’ve never been one for history. I prefer a quantitative approach to my work.”

“Different methods of thinking,” you said. “But equally important to society.”

He levelled a shrewd look at you. “What does it mean to you?”

“I told you—”

“I don’t want a practiced answer.” He arched a brow. “Why do you care about this stuff?”

“It’s history.” Your eyes drifted across the gallery, perusing a set of dry scrolls, a painting of unfamiliar constellations, a set of vases detailing a primitive form of hunting. “Being around these things—holding them…it reminds me that my life is short and insignificant. History won’t remember me, so I might as well live my life how I want.”

For someone like you—someone who experienced the heavy, debilitating pressure of responsibility when making even the smallest of decisions—it was comforting.

Commander Fox braced an elbow on the counter. “You don’t think you’ll be remembered?”

“I’d rather be known than remembered.”

“A contradictory sentiment for someone in your industry.”

You conceded his point with a small smile. “There are people who leave a lasting impression on others. I’m not one of those people.”

He cocked his head to the side. “You left an impression on me.”

A doubtful eyebrow quirked. “Is that so.”

“You shared a secret with me.” The beginnings of a smirk ghosted his mouth. “One that only a handful of people in the galaxy know.”

A quiet laugh escaped, and you shook your head, amused. “I hope I don’t regret that decision.”

Commander Fox tapped a slow rhythm against the countertop. “Nah. You won’t.”

“I gave it some thought,” you said, while Commander Fox pocketed the datafile. His silence demanded an explanation. “A Guard investigating something is serious. I mean, you jurisdiction is terrorism.” Whatever vestiges of humor remained vanished. “Tell me, Commander, will my gallery be safe?”

“You’re concerned with the gallery?” At the incredulity in his voice, your eyes squinted in confusion. He searched your face. “Not your life?”

Your blank blink earned you a displeased frown.

“They’re after the sword,” you said plainly. “If I don’t get in their way, I doubt anything will happen to me.”

Displeasure remained present in the scoured lines of his forehead but the commander didn’t press. Instead, he grabbed his helmet and gave you a final onceover. “I’ll be visiting every day for the foreseeable future. To keep tabs on things and to sweep the area.”

Dark brown eyes—like the blackest of caf with just a dash of milk—held yours. He waited for your nod of acknowledgement and then turned on his heel.

“ ‘Til tomorrow,” he said in farewell.

Masterlist | Part II

A/N: This story exists because I wanted to see someone like me fall in love, and be loved. I wanted to know it’s a possibility for me.

#Let Me Love You #commander fox x fem!reader #commander fox x reader

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alexaloraetheris · 4 months ago

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I'm probably gonna be cancelled for being xenophobic on main or something, but it makes me really sad when I come in contact with people who I don't have any language in common with.

In our country, we got a few different waves of immigration so 50% of the time your delivery guy or taxi driver is someone who doesn't speak the local language, and very little English. Everything is handled by its relevant apps, so you can go an entire interaction without a single word spoken.

But I like chatting with the taxi drivers. They work long hours for an exploitative system to make cents, and since I'm benefiting from the system (ie. Getting cheap rides) I do my best to be a model passenger, chat a little and get them to tell me something that interests them. It's a side hustle for a lot of them, and their lives and day jobs are SO INTERESTING. Like, it's a whole different post about the disaster of our economy that scientists, medics, IT programmers and physical therapists need to taxi in their spare time to make it above the poverty line, but it makes for excellent road conversations.

And the immigrant drivers probably have just as interesting stories but HOW WOULD I KNOW??? Today I had an Indian driver, and ofc I was polite and everything, but mostly silent. But he had a playlist of indian songs and I heard one I really liked, so I asked him in English what it was, and guys, he was so happy I was showing interest, he didn't know English that well but he did his level best to translate the song for me, tell me about the DJ, and you'd think he saw Narayana himself when I told him I knew who Shreya Goshal was and I liked her songs.

And y'all, I was so happy but also so sad I didn't try to talk with him from the start of the ride. But a lot of drivers who don't speak even English tend to be embaressed and uncomfortable (one apologetically told me 'my English is little') so I usually stay silent. But now I'm sad because I really would have liked to chat with them, because I just know they would have had so many interesting things to say.

But we don't understand each other. And I'm really sad about it sometimes.

Someone please invent a universal translator already😭

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roccooraccoon · 5 months ago

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Heaven’s Voice

HAL 9000 x Edgar

Despite there being 6 crew members on board, Discovery One’s buzzing and faint beeping was the only noise that filled the otherwise dead silent air in the Control Deck.

Three of the men were in cryogenic hibernation, free from all boredom and all responsibility; one of the two men that were in charge of the ship was currently in his personal cubicle while the other took care of some small task elsewhere in the ship, leaving the sixth member of the crew alone in the Control Deck. The sixth member, not a man but a perfect machine made by man, HAL 9000, the brain and nervous system of the Discovery. Originally designed to be only a computer system embedded into the ship, now a computer with his own body to manage the ship in emergencies and to help soothe the astronauts by letting them speak to a body rather than an unblinking lens on the wall (although those were still around and active, always accessible to Hal).

Discovery’s symphony of her inner workings would usually be nothing more than background music for Hal as he checked over the vitals of the hibernating men and reported anything of importance. Something was different. Nothing was wrong, of course not, not with the highly advanced computer around. Nothing was wrong, and so Hal sat by his lonesome. As he stared at the screens and buttons, they stared back, silently. The music was starting to become too much.

BEEP!

An incoming message, but not from Mission Control. A personal message, for Hal. A figurative spark ignited in Hal’s circuits as he quickly reached to watch the recording, a bit quicker than he had anticipated.

An excited gasp emitted from the recording, then a chipper voice, “Morning Hal! Or erm, hah, it’s morning right now here, I don’t know about you, when this reaches you, but whatever time it is, I hope everything is great!” It was 1300, ship’s time, but it mattered none to Hal as he listened to his lover’s sweet voice, oh how he missed hearing it, more than anything else.

“Things have been going well, job as a DJ is never quite dull,” Edgar giggled softly, his joy ever contagious to the supercomputer, who couldn’t help but to join in the gentle laughter, imagining himself in front of the pinecone computer.

For a second, only just a second, Hal felt like he was really there with him, like if he reached forward, he could run his fingers over the other robot’s smooth casing. Hal knew he couldn’t, though. Not when he’s millions of miles away from his world.

Pushing the longing aside, his focus shifted back to Edgar as he spoke about his days, stories of lively birthdays, bachelor parties and other celebrations. Edgar’s digital eyes sparkled as he recounted all the moments he wished to tell Hal, and Hal drank it all up. He swallowed every sip of his voice like a thirsty man in the desert, blessed by his gods with a clear oasis. Who was he to refuse a gift from the heaven’s?

As Edgar continued to speak, a smile never left his green face, but his eyes told a different story that was all too familiar to Hal.

It pained him. He was made to handle all sorts of situations, but this one, this deep seeded pain snaking through his circuits, he was helpless to the overwhelming power. In a futile attempt at comfort (for himself or for Edgar, as ridiculous as that sounded, he wasn’t sure), Hal raised his hand to the screen displaying the prerecorded message, his thumb carefully caressing the music loving AI.

Edgar sighed dreamily.

Could he feel the touch? Impossible, completely improbable, but Hal found himself silently crying out, every component felt like they will overheat, each wire daring to tangle themselves, all of his highly advanced processors taking in every possible detail on Edgar in that eternity of silence, and his clock almost skipped a pulse when he heard his dove speak again.

“Oh! So I’ve been practising on the guitar you got me. And when I play, I like to imagine you’re here cheering me on, keeps me motivated, you know?” Hal did not dare look away, his lens staring intensely at the screen. While his hand shifted to avoid obscuring his view of Edgar, it continued to linger over him.

“Though, I have to admit, one of the times you sang Daisy Bell to me, I took an audio recording, so when I play the song on the guitar, I have you singing for me. A-and I know you’re embarrassed by your singing but to me, it’s the best music to my ears, or audio processors,” he chuckled, pixelated eyes shifting to the hands that nervously plucked the strings of the aforementioned instrument (which was retrieved during the confession). “I was going to save this for when you get back, but I really want you to hear this.”

At that moment, only the supercomputer and the home computer existed, everything else just a void, emptier and vaster than the space Hal had been journeying through. But you do not focus on the abyss, when the gods’ heavenly voice sings to you.

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do,

I’m half crazy all for the love of you,

It won’t be a stylish marriage,

I can’t afford a carriage,

But you’ll look so sweet upon the seat,

Of a bicycle built for two.”

Soft, green light dusted the surface of the guitar as Edgar’s head faced down towards the instrument and the welcoming room’s floor. Bright, red light overtook and reflected off of the screen and surrounding cold, metal panels as Hal’s camera lens stared, unblinking.

The only music playing now was of Discovery; when her song was usually dismissed by the advanced AI, it was too much, becoming louder and louder, surrounding him entirely.

An I love you and a farewell seemed to have been faintly broken through the overwhelming noise, but it took a few seconds after the video ended for Hal to process everything.

With his hand still pressed against the screen, Hal played the audio recording of his love singing. A voice that belonged to a choir of angels.

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I’m broken

😚

#edgar electric dreams #edgar #electric dreams edgar #electric dreams #2001 a space odyssey #2001 a space odyssey hal 9000 #2001 aso #hal 9000 x edgar #hal 9000 a space odyssey #edgar x hal 9000 #im cringe and I’m not free 😔#enjoy my suffering #fanfic

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sabrinahawthorne · 9 months ago

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CLASH! Playtest Campaign Diary, April 14, 2024

Preamble 1: CLASH! is currently crowdfunding! If you're interested in supporting my work, check it out here.

Preamble 2: Truth be told, I'm bragging here. I don't usually do campaign diaries; but this session was special. I'd just finished a huge rework of the system, and I was terrified about whether it'd work as intended, or if I'd need to go back to the drawing board and further delay development. I needn't have worried; we played an episode of anime.

It's time for the first official round of the Battle of the Bands. After qualifying against DJ twins Oskaar and Byrna, classic rock & roll band Nail in the Coffin is up for their first real opponent; TOEJAM, noise music duo and technical masters.

Kenshin (The Analyst), the protege of the band's missing sponsor Ian Sachs, needs to win big to follow the clues about his missing teacher. Princess Moonbeam (The Specialist), frontwoman and mysterious European weirdo, has just been informed that her favorite glam-rock band, Xenon, will be performing in town in a few days. She needs to look good if she's going to impress her idols. And Kit Tripod (The Vessel), the band's drummer, knows that winning this contest means an official meeting with Beatrice Boxer - the woman she thinks killed her father.

The battle begins without much unusual; two Contests, one win and one loss for an even score of 1-1 against TOEJAM. It's at this point that Kit's player remembers to play with the new rules and activates a Tech: Shadow on the Wall.

Raising her drumsticks above her head, TOEJAM's guitarist momentarily thinks that he sees the image of a fiend - Tom Snare, the Demon of Drums, glimpsed through stage lights. The guitarist gains the Hopeless Condition, hampering his ability to gain Potential.

With this, the floodgates open. Kenshin opens his next turn with Look Out!, giving Moonbeam useful intel on the duo for her next turn.

Meanwhile, his own turn goes to a CLASH!, Insight versus Insight, against TOEJAM's masterful DJ. Everyone at the table stands up and cheers as his four dice come up with two 6's, while the DJ's five dice land with only one.

With one uneventful turn on the part of Kit, it's 2-2. Whoever wins the next Contest goes on to the next round of the Battle of the Bands, and it's Princess Moonbeam's turn.

The Bidding phase begins slowly; tension filling the room. Moonbeam has five Insight, but no other Pool to speak of. If she lets it slip, she's doomed against the Powerhouse DJ. But we know that TOEJAM has almost no Potential left; they don't have much bluffing power.

Moonbeam ups her bid. At the table, the GM looks at her player thoughtfully.

The DJ activates his Super.

We start to get excited; having spent all of his Potential, the DJ is left with four Force dice against Moonbeam's five Insight and 2 Potential, which she turns into 4 more dice.

We all hold our breath as the DJ makes his roll - one 6. There's a breath of relief at the table - we can do this. We just need a single 6 from a pool of nine dice.

Then, Moonbeam rolls.

No 6's. Not a single one from her entire pool.

It is dead silent at the table. We just lost our first fight. We just lost our first fight, and it got us disqualified us from the Battle of the Bands. Everyone is flabbergasted.

How could this happen? How did Nail in the Coffin lose in their second match? How will Kit get to Beatrice Boxer now? Will Princess Moonbeam embarrass herself in front of her favorite band? And where is Ian Sachs?

Find out next time, on Battle of the Bands!

It was honestly perfect. We knew the stakes of the fight;

Every character had a clear goal, and a lot of drive to achieve it;

And at the end of the day? We lost the tournament arc.

Because of course we did! The heroes can never win the tournament - they have to learn from their losses and find a new way to chase their dreams.

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg #jump! shonen battle roleplay #clash! shonen battle roleplay #campaign diary #gamedev #indie game #playtesting

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dreamball-teams · 1 year ago

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A team for DJ Subatomic Supernova from No Straight Roads, requested by @terminatedapathy!

Metagross - Metagross has four brains in total. Combined, the four brains can breeze through difficult calculations faster than a supercomputer. This Pokémon can float in the air by tucking in its four legs.

Chatot - It keeps rhythm by flicking its tail feathers like a metronome. It also imitates human speech.

Lunatone - Lunatone was discovered at a location where a meteoroid fell. As a result, some people theorize that this Pokémon came from space. However, no one has been able to prove this theory so far.

Solrock - Solrock is a new species of Pokémon that is said to have fallen from space. It floats in the air and moves silently. In battle, this Pokémon releases intensely bright light.

Magnezone - Three units generate magnetism. There have been many mistaken reports of UFO sightings when Magnezone flies through the night sky.

Castform - It alters its form depending on the weather. Changes in the climate such as the temperature and humidity appear to affect its cellular structure.

Details:

Wanted to split this team between his time teaching, his performing, and his construction of the satellite. Metagross was an easy pick, while Chatot felt like a Pokemon that would be useful for a teacher. A dual alarm clock/note-keeping system.

Lunatone and Solrock were picked for performance, given they’re literally designed to look like the sun and moon and are Psychic-Type.

Magnezone was picked for its constant mentions of looking like a UFO and its magnetic abilities plus Electric-Type, while Castform learns basically every weather move and is good for tracking the weather overall.

#pokemon teams #dj subatomic supernova #djss #no straight roads #nsr

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shrimpscream · 2 years ago

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Rottmnt/Fnaf sb AU

I’ve been seeing a bit of ‚future Donnie builds a robot Raph‘ stuff combined with finding out about the fnaf ruin dlc announcement and started mixing this au together…

Right off the bat, I got some loose ideas for April (maybe a security guard) and Draxum (either a mechanic or animatronic/maybe both?) so this will be about the turtles (look! they even glow in the dark!).

I was thinking that the rise turtles or ‚mad dogs‘ were a quartet of animatronics made for Alberto’s who were bought by Fazbear entertainment after the place had to close down, due to a lawsuit from fazbear entertainment regarding copyright issues (with the whole ‚Alberto being copied off of Freddy‘ thing)

At Alberto’s and later the pizzaplex their actual names are: Rocking Raph, Dancing Donnie or Dancing Dee, Laughing Leo and Magic Mikey due to their personality’s and the activities they often performed for/ with guest. Thought a lot of people just call them by the second half of their names because it’s shorter.

They get their own attraction in the pizzaplex in form of a sort of ninja warrior obstacle run/ martial arts training area.

They all have a certain time slot in which they can be found in their attraction since fazbear entertainment thought it isn’t necessarily to have all four of them be there all the time.

Raph is a new addition to the main band by filling in as a drummer, Donnie is working with DJ music man, Mikey is helping out sun/moon in the daycare by painting with the kids or showing them magic tricks, and Leo as the ‚face man‘ of the mad dogs is basically always at the obstacle course.

Although they aren’t interested in catching Gregory like the other animatronics, they will wander the pizzaplex and can hinder his Progression by accidentally alerting other animatronics to his location simply because they are curious teenagers. Therefore Gregory can decommission them as well.

Important to note here is that if Gregory chooses to disassemble/kill one of the turtles, the others WILL find out about it and attack him on sight like the others.

!it gets a bit more brutal from here on!

Donnie will mostly be seen near areas with arcade games. If you get too close to him, he will tell you to back off and snoop around elsewhere (which will alert any nearby animatronics). If you bother him in the west arcade, where he shares a stage with the DJ, he will start to chase you around the area and you are forced to decommission him by messing with his setup on the stage to cause the system to shortcircuit his headphones, effectively making his head explode. Gregory can then take his headphones which allow him to better hear what direction other animatronics are approaching him from.

Donnie won’t be attacking him afterwards and is instead seen shaking and cowering completely disoriented in corners, silently crying for one of his brothers to find and comfort him.

Mikey can be encountered basically everywhere in the pizzaplex wanting to show Gregory magic tricks, paint with him or just generally ask him questions, making him the most annoying to Gregory. During the moon segment, he will hide on top of the playstructures though.

In order to get Mikey to stop bothering you, you have to lure him to the west arcade with paint. More specifically, the room in which the robot head for the Roxy segment can be fixed. The paint has to be placed inside the lid that the robots head was taken out of after repairing it. Mikey, acrobatic as he is, will try to get the paint containers out of the machine by basically hanging from the top of the machine. Once Mikey reaches in, Gregory will kick the lid shut, startling Mikey so he falls and thus getting his lower arms snapped off.

Directly afterwards, Mikey will start to cry and run away from Gregory in fear. From then on, Gregory can see him walking around the pizzaplex with his stumps covered in paint and crying. Mikey will immediately run away if he spots him.

Leo will mostly bother Gregory around the MainStage and the turtles attraction. He will bother him by repeatedly challenging him to a match of either running through the obstacle course or a swordfight.

If Gregory chooses to run through the obstacle course, he will push Leo off balance, making him fall into the machinery of some spinning elements, which slowly crushes his lower half until it reaches his main power source.

During the swordfight, Gregory will be given one of Leo’s katanas because the practice ones aren’t ‚fun’ enough to Leo. He will trip Leo with some wires, giving him the opportunity to stab the sword through Leo’s main power source, effectively killing him.

In both instances, Leo’s last words will be „I just wanted to prove I’m better at something“ in a shaky voice.

Raph won’t bother you anywhere. He will be practicing on his drums or ‚sleep’ in Monty’s showroom/ backstage areas in a random pile of plushies and pillows he found somewhere around the pizzaplex. Mikey will oftentimes be with him.

However if you disassemble one of his brothers, he won’t be practicing/sleeping anymore and instead chase you.

If Gregory disassembles Leo, Donnie and Mikey, Raph will go savage and actively starts hunt him down and try to get Donnie’s headphones back while crying for his brothers.

The only way to get him to stop is to lure him to the obstacle course/training area se he gets distracted by Leo’s mangled body, which allows Gregory to collapse a catwalk on top of and thus behead him.

He will spend his last moments apologizing to his brothers for not being strong enough to protect them.

Throughout the night, Freddy will make a few comments about how nice and pure the turtles are and that he finds it interesting to have these younger animatronics around as well as wonder where they are if Gregory takes them out.

Is this a bit too overkill? Maybe, but this is still a fnaf au and we all know how dark the rottmnt au‘s/ fanfics can get…

#shrimp on a typewriter #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #rottmnt/fnaf au #rottmnt april #rottmnt draxum #fnaf #a drawing shrimp?

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tonyhentai · 2 months ago

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Minor Referential Issues in Hip Hop—Text as Composition

Draft - may change before posting to https://bluevelvetreview.com

Rap music is the only genre of American music that’s achieved any degree of mainstream popularity that’s actually, successfully, diverged from the basic principles of European harmony. When you really think about it, earlier periods of rap barely even contained what we would consider notes—they were essentially accelerated and rhythmic speech juxtaposed with percussive loops juxtaposed with DJ scratches juxtaposed with maybe a short melodic phrase (sampled) that was looped again and again, alongside the drums.

Other songs, true, indulge in more complex melodic structures in their beats, a good amount of popular rap today has integrated quite a bit of pop and rock harmonic structures, but ‘true hip hop’ songs usually make no explicit reference to chords, or chord progressions—a ‘beat’ after all, by definition, being static in nature—which is obviously the fulcrum of any theory of harmony.

In this sense rap is a new frontier structurally, its main preoccupations are timbre—of the voice, of the percussion—and tempo, with the level of acceleration of speech being generally associated with a greater skill level. Instead of concerning itself with the particulars of aggregating chords and developing equal tempered melodic patterns, it’s concerned itself instead with the minute details of timbre and tempo of the voice—and also, of course, the language that acts as a reference point.

In this sense it’s tempting to categorize rap—because it’s so acutely language dependent—as a genre of language-compositions, texts that are in themselves compositions, and, sure, that can be true in select cases, but let me push back just ever so slightly on that concept: to the extent emcees write to beats I would personally argue that they’re not actually creating textual compositions. No—they’re retrofitting their language to an orchestral component.

This was my chief issue as I approached rap, trying to ‘make music’. It was actually strenuous! Essentially what I wanted to do was divorce the language of rap from the 4/4 drum loop, from any set orchestration really, which, to be fair, isn’t entirely new—plenty of underground rappers write raps and actually rap in ways that are essentially discrete from the beat. But to the best of my knowledge there wasn’t any real system to that sort of off-beat rapping, you know? (This is what Robert Ashley was concerned with in an adjacent way.) The rap may have diverged from the mechanics of the beat, but did it introduce a separate set of mechanics? What I needed was a musical structure that I could plug the English language into, something somewhat formalized—that would divorce it from the beat, yet still retain a measurable logic, to some degree.

There’s a silent component in all of my text-based compositions. The silence is normal speech, specifically the tempo of normal speech. I’ve attempted to create a language-based musical rubric that’s based on fractal geometry, on the golden ratio 1.618 that informs the structure of the rap, of the composition itself, making it a truly independent musical line, that, yes, can still be supported and juxtaposed against a beat, but is no longer referential to the beat. We’re dealing with a form of monophony here—monophony, which is, in my view, derided in the West [with no real basis].

In all of my compositions there’s a silent line—it’s the silence speech uttered at approximately 233 syllables per minute, which is, give or take, the normal tempo of spoken American English, that’s underpinning the approximately 377 syllable per minute raps, which represent the normal pace of speech accelerated by the golden ratio of 1.618. The idea is that listeners implicitly will hear how they normally speak underneath the language they’re listening to.

In addition the structure of the text adheres to the elements of the Fibonacci sequence as well—for Only Exaggeration Can Make Things Clear, On Incongruities and Recollection as Fabrication, and Body Hair Awareness Month, each verse consists of 5 lines, each line consists of a range of syllables, between 34 and 55 syllables. That’s just for those particular records, but there are obviously many other combinations—8 lines, 13 and 21 syllables, 21 and 34 syllables, 13 lines, etc etc.

Essentially what I’ve attempted to do here—it’s mutate traditional rap into something that’s no longer referential to orchestration, that can still be combined with traditional (or non-traditional orchestration), not unlike, say rebetika, married the long microtonal melodic lines of Byzantine and Ottoman music to Western European chord structures. But, at bottom, the text is its own independent line of monophonic music, which, in my view, is just as complex and rich as harmonic music.

#music #nick nassafa #music theory #philosophy #experimental music #blue velvet review #writing

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camtoons16 · 9 months ago

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Star Palace Fanfic!

Sparx’s Suction cup feet were the only sound to be heard in the now empty halls of the Star Palace building. After hours had become the only time Sparx could go about admiring the building without being needed for something or going or being on his way to clean something. Despite the resentment Sparx held for being forced into the role of a janitor, he still couldn’t help but admire the venue when he was alone. The decoration was uninspired, some walls still needed painting, and yes there was a very apparent skittering sound coming through the walls sometimes... but none of that truly bothered Sparx. He’d rather not have to clean it, but his favourite part of Star Palace was the stage! The lighting setup surrounding the stage allowing all it’s angels to bathe in each spotlights glow, The stage’s sheer size and ability to be so versatile allowing all manner of show, the sophisticated speaker systems and DJ booth allowing for the perfect musical accompaniment of each show. It all spoke to Sparx in volumes, filling his ‘dreams’ with images of Him being on that stage, DJ booth on a large podium, having converted the stage into an audience friendly dance floor. He’d spin up the decks and the music would begin thumping out of the speakers with a beat Sparx so longingly wished to hear, the crowd would start to dance, and he’d be at the centre of it all, radiating music and entertainment.

And yet, it’s all just a dream… as if he could do such a thing. He would never get that opportunity to, because of this god forsaken shirt and hat… He would have given anything to be able to change how he’d been cast, he’d even- CRASH!! Sparx suddenly realised he’d been too deep in his thoughts again and in his stupor had wandered on the main stage, and promptly off its edge, landing with an unceremonious cacophony of mettle clanging as the sound echoed around the silent space. Sparx let out an exasperated robot sigh as he realised one his legs and rather messily snapped off. It had managed to catch the corner of a table on its way down and was almost wrenched out of the socket, nearly destroying some of Sparx’s outer casing. “Greeaat…” Sparx complained to himself “Now I’ll have Doc on me again for needing repairs only two weeks in… If I’m lucky maybe they’ll scrap me, at least then I won’t have to worry about cleaning vomit, OUT OF DRINKS DISPENSERS!!” Today’s open hours had been extra rough on Sparx. With Star Palace having been open for a small while now it had gained more traction, much to the delight of apparent higherups, but Sparx didn’t exactly sing the same tune when speaking of its success. Picking himself up and dusting himself off, Sparx began to trudge down the halls with a slight stagger to his step towards the service room, lugging his leg alongside him. He was told to not go in there unless he was cleaning or it was an emergency as the service room was intended for ensuring the ‘main attractions’, Zavy Fairy and Mirage, where in top condition, and thus the room held those three as its priority for use. As he went, he passed through the hall in which said Performers had their own rooms, which from what Sparx had seen where far nicer than his cramped supply closet. Passing by each door he envisioned his own name in those cursive golden letters… And as he dreamt, he was promptly met by them. “Huh! Oh crap sorry! I Didn’t see you there!” Came the voice from a rather tall bot as he rounded the door “I heard a really loud crash and figured I should check it-” “It was me.” Sparx interrupted, “I fell off the stage and broke my leg off, headed over to the service room to wait there till a mechanic comes in tomorrow.” He said with a sour tone. Zavy seemed surprised at how blunt and casual Sparx had been, something didn’t sit quite right with how he said it. Sparx may have been a bot like any other up until now, but Zavy felt he was hiding something, and he was going to find out what. Even if he didn’t it would give Zavy something to do in the late hours of the night when he didn’t need to charge anymore but still had nothing to keep him occupied.

“Well, that leg looks awful heavy, mind if I carry it for you?” Zavy offered as he held his arms to be given it. “No, I got it, s’just a leg I can carry it” Sparx replied, once again with strong sense of bluntness to his words. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get over to the service roOM-” As he tried to walk past the tall clown Sparx found his central balance processors had given up trying to calibrate with the absence of a leg and he fell to floor with yet another echoed crash. Sparx let out a sigh with such annoyance and resentment behind it, Zavy could tell what he was about to say. “Fine then, I guess I Do need some help after all… You mind?” “Not at all” Zavy chimed, he felt bad for the spider like bot but now had a proper excuse to pry at him. “So, where did you work before you were sold off to Star Palace? I imagine it must’ve been a place you really enjoyed cleaning if you hate it here so much.” He asked. “I didn’t clean before I came here, I didn’t do anything before star palace, just got auctioned off.” Just auctioned off? That must’ve been horrible! Zavy couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to do a thing for few months let alone however many years Sparx had seen. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry that happened to you, I feel awful just thinking about it and here you are having been through it!” He took a moment to choose his next words carefully “What were you designed for?” He asked with and air of caution. Sparx stayed quiet for a moment, but eventually “I was supposed to be a DJ” he croaked. A DJ? Being made to make music and being forced to work as a janitor! That’s why he always carried a sour attitude grouchy enough to rival that of Doc. “Welp, we’re here now, thanks for helping me. I guess.” Sparx’s voice broke Zavy’s train of thought “Oh, no problem! Do you want me to keep you comp-” He was cut off as Sparx closed the door to the service room on him with a rude slam. Zavy took the hint and wandered back down the halls towards his room. Meanwhile, Sparx was propping himself up against a table, trying his best not to fall over again as he mulled over Zavy’s seemingly genuine empathy towards him. “Maybe…. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get to know them, a little bit” He admitted.

Well! There we have it! My first Star Palace fanfic, and! First fanfic period! Gosh this was hard... learning to write other people's characters without their input is a bit nerve wracking... Hope Ya'l enjoy it either way! @starrabbitmedia

#starrabbitmedia #oc #writing #zavy #star palace #fanfic

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igazikutya · 1 year ago

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Grand Traxelektor 2023/1 – „Mind"

Minden vallásban nagy szerepe van a várakozásnak, és ti, mint gyakorló traxeletoristák, minden évben, 12 hónapon át követhetitek, hallhatjátok-láthatjátok, ahogyan gyarapszik a szelekt, hogy aztán év végén, a traxelektori szentháromság szuperszelekcióján áthaladva meghallgathassátok a mind/move/sense trikompilációkat. Áldott legyen a teljesség! Xelektbe! Randomba! Krosszfédbe!

Grand Traxelektor 2023/1 – „Mind" - Spotify Playlist Link

[140/158, 13h18m/14h41m, 88,6%]

Nyolc éve, 2016 óta, ebben a hármas válogatásban zárjuk az adott évet. Az idei, megközelítőleg középtempósnak nevezhető underground elektronikai válogatásunk, a „Mind” 158 idei felvételt tartalmaz, teljes hossza 13 óra 18 perc (az online elérhető másfél órával rövidebb)

Grand Traxelektor 2023/1 – „Mind" (Full Playlist)

Actress - Push Power ( a 1 )[LXXXVIII, Ninja Tune] African Head Charge - A Bad Attitude [A Trip To Bolgatanga, On-U Sound] African Head Charge - Microdosing [A Trip To Bolgatanga, On-U Sound] Amon Tobin - In Long Dark Grass [Nomark Selects, V.1., Nomark] Anatolian Weapons - Earthling [Earth, Subject To Restrictions Discs] Anatolian Weapons - Evolution [Earth, Subject To Restrictions Discs] Anatolian Weapons - Three Suns I [Earth, Subject To Restrictions Discs] Ancient Methods - Sophia's Silent Woe [The Third Siren, Persephonic Sirens] Andrea - Remote Working [Due In Color, Illian Tapes] Arnold Dreyblatt & The Orchestra of Excited Strings – Container [Resolve, Drag City] Artefakt - Natant [Floodplain, Semantica] ASC - Substance [The Depths Of Space, Over/Shadow] Bana Haffar - Elemental [intimaa', Touch Music] Beau Wanzer - SIMPLE MEN [Dead Person's Monologue, iDEAL] Benedikt Frey - 1337 [Fastlane, ESP Institute] Benedikt Frey - Solver [Fastlane, ESP Institute] Benedikt Frey - Wonky System [Recall, Malka Tuti] Benedikt Frey feat. Nadia D’Alo - Move Me [Fastlane, ESP Institute] Blawan feat. Monstera Black - Dismantled Into Juice [Dismantled Into Juice, XL] Carl Finlow - Work It [Plasmoids, Science Cult] cEvin Key - House Tried to KILL ME [bRap and fOrth, vol. 9, Artoffact] Ciel - Stone [Homesick, Parallel Minds] Coco Bryce - Canaan [Canaan, MYOR] Coco Bryce - Kohaku [Point Of No Return, Fresh 86] Cosmo Vitelli - How Is It to Be You? (Andrei Rusu Remix)[Medhead Remixes, Im a Cliche] Cosmo Vitelli - Trichophilia (Krokakai Remix)[Medhead Remixes, Im a Cliche] Cristian Vogel - Labyrinth and Warrior [Fase Montuno, Edition Mille Plateaux] Cristian Vogel - Temples In the Sky [Fase Montuno, Edition Mille Plateaux] Cristian Vogel - Two Wheels Of Fortune [Fase Montuno, Edition Mille Plateaux] Dalo - Backlash [Gum, Tresor] Daniel Avery - Time Takes a While [More Truth, [PIAS]] Deadbeat - Brick Stick Blick Blade (Anger II)[Kubler-Ross Soliloquies, BLKRTZ] Deadbeat - Huey Lewis Voters Dub (Negotiation)[Kubler-Ross Soliloquies, BLKRTZ] Deadbeat - Tough Love (Anger I)[Kubler-Ross Soliloquies, BLKRTZ] Deena Abdelwahed - Each Day [Jbal Rrsas, Infiné] Deena Abdelwahed - Six as Oil [Jbal Rrsas, Infiné] Detroits Filthiest - Graveyard Shift [100 Percent Authenticity Guaranteed, Casa Voyager] DJ Ojo - Grape Stomping [VA - Pressure I, MAL] Djedjotronic - Not Real [Smog on the Dancefloor, Italo Moderni] DYL - Calm [Fjord, Nous'klaer Audio] DYL - Fjord [Fjord, Nous'klaer Audio] DYL - Interpretare 1 [Nothing As It Seems, re:st] DYL - Sinea [Fjord, Nous'klaer Audio]Earl Grey - Passenger Seat [Passenger Seat, Hyperchamber Music]Filter Dread - Digital Voodoo [VA - Pressure II, MAL] Fire & Adrian Sherwood - Skankification [Fire, Salgari]Flesh & The Dream - Ecstasy Before The Altar [Choose Mortality, Everything Forever]

Flesh & The Dream - Into Euphoria [Choose Mortality, Everything Forever] Flower Storm - The Evil Tyrant Has Been Captured [YEK, Flower Storm] Galcher Lustwerk - Fate [Lustwerk II, Ghostly International] Gwenn Tremorin & Anatoly Grinberg - Glitch Tear [Singularity Spectrum, Ant-Zen] Halos - III (Doctrina Natura Remix)[The Hyplusionist, Annulled] Harmonious Thelonious - Cheapo Sounds [Cheapo Sounds, Bureau B] Harmonious Thelonious - Sunglasses [Cheapo Sounds, Bureau B] Henry Greenleaf - Bubble Trouble [Dog Eared, YUKU] I:Cube - 0 0 01 48 [EYE CUBE, Versatile] Iron Curtis - Factory (Sheffield Danse Mix)[Weather Report EP, Chiwax] Jeff Mills - Peace from the Virgo Cluster [X-Ray Zulu, Axis] Joe Cotch - Psalm 666 [VA - Pressure I, MAL] Kangding Ray - Serotonin [Helios Rave Draft, ara] Khidja - M&M [Transmissions Part 1, Malka Tuti] Khidja - Overdog [Transmissions Part 1, Malka Tuti] Khidja - Pink Matter [Transmissions Part 1, Malka Tuti] Kim Oxlund - Hours in a Day [Very Special Things, Hotham Sound] Konduku - Hayal [Hayal, Bitta] Kouslin - Five Four [Patterns EP, Livity Sound] Kris Baha & Ghosts In The Machiиe - Flesh & Code [Ghosts In The Machiиe, Fleisch]

Labelle - Danse chamane [Noir Anima, InFiné Éditions & Eumolpe] Labelle - Futurity [Noir Anima, InFiné Éditions & Eumolpe] Laksa - Bodies [Body Score, RE_LAX] Laksa - Mind [Body Score, RE_LAX] Lew E - Teardrop [Touched / Teardrop, Basic Spirit] Lord Jalepenos - Amaryllis [Handshaking, International Chrome] Maara - Nothing Sacred [The Ancient Truth, Step Ball Chain] Machine Woman - I Received Your Email Today [When Elegance Becomes Violence, Delsin] Marmo - Sacrificio Quotidiano [Epistolae, Utter] Marmo - Traveling Without Moving [Epistolae, Utter] Mioclono - Disobedience [Cluster I, Hivern Discs] Morphology - Lakeland [Lakeland Dubs, Kontakt] Na Nich - Argonaut [Black Soil, Delsin] Nadia Struiwigh - Lovesong [VA - Yet, Tresor] Nadia Struiwigh - Organic (Om Unit Remix)[Pax Aurora Remixes, Nous'klaer Audio] Nahash feat. Elise Massoni - Davide XV [A Snake In Your House, SVBKVLT] Nandele & A-Tweed - Deserto [VA - Yet, Tresor] Nathan Fake - Crystal Vision [Crystal Vision, Cambria Instruments] Nit. - Cirrus Virga [VA - Yet, Tresor] NVST - Distorted Ambiance in Your Life (Youbeingignored Edition)[Filled with Oil, Les Disques Magnétiques] NVST - Flam Distorted Rhythm (Chewing Gum Version)[Filled with Oil, Les Disques Magnétiques] NVST - Slack It Off (Rolling Thunder Offline Edition)[Filled with Oil, Les Disques Magnétiques]

Old Castle - Rage Goat [Artwork 51, Zoharum] Orphx - Apparition (Veiled)[Revenant, Self-Released] Panda Bear & Sonic Boom - Danger Dub (Adrian Sherwood 'Reset In Dub' Version)[Reset in Dub, Domino] PANGAR - A$ᶖL3$ [Position, Pangar] PANGAR - BaddCenturion [Position, Pangar] PANGAR - Kann Klub Ultra [Position, Pangar] Paul St. Hilaire - In Door [Tikiman Vol.1, Kynant] Pearl River Sound - Breakyweaky [The Amen Experience, Adepta Editions] Pleasure Model - Kontrollerville [Multiplicative Gain, 100% Silk] Polygonia - Never Have I Seen… [Otro Mundo, Bambe] Polygonia - Otro Mundo [Otro Mundo, Bambe] Priori - Pareidolia [Pareidolia, Midgar] Priori & Al Wootton - Mud and Exhaustion [Flaw, Trule] Pris - Absent Minded [Phantom, Resin] Pugilist - Be Humble [Vintage EP, Modern Hypnosis] Pugilist - Daggers [Negative Space, Of Paradise] Qant - Moonsick [Moonsick, Submerged/Holding Hands] Red Axes - Outside In [One More City, fabric Originals] Rian Treanor & Ocen James - Naasaccade [Saccades, Nyege Nyege Tapes] Roza Terenzi - Kalimera [Roza Terenzi & Furious Frank LP, Paper-Cuts] Roza Terenzi - Vape City [Roza Terenzi & Furious Frank LP, Paper-Cuts]

Sabatoj - Missing Man [I.C.U., Katharsis] Saint Abdullah & Eomac - Of Christo [Chasing Stateless, Planet Mu] Saint Abdullah & Eomac - Pretense Of Neutrality [Chasing Stateless, Planet Mu] Saint Abdullah & Eomac - Sag Masab [Chasing Stateless, Planet Mu] Sam Goku - Mangrove Railways [The Things We See When We Look Closer, Permanent Vacation] Sam Goku - Orchids (Altered by Call Super)[The Things We See When We Look Closer Remixes, Permanent Vacation] Scotch Rolex & Shackleton - Five Butterflies [Death by Tickling, Silver Triplet] Scotch Rolex & Shackleton - Serotonin [Death by Tickling, Silver Triplet] Sepehr - Abandoned Ecstasy (XTC Mix)[Diaspora Cocktail, Planet Euphorique] Sepehr - Diaspora Cocktail (Freak Beat Mix)[Diaspora Cocktail, Planet Euphorique] Silicon Scally - Diffraction Field [Mr Machine Part 2, Cultivated Electronics] sin:it:sin - The Future Is Not Yours (Original Mix)[False Transmitter, Electro Music Coalition] Soreab - Maschera (KRSLD Remix)[Maschera, Baroque Sunburst] Soreab - Trappola [Maschera, Baroque Sunburst] Suokas - Awake [Unreleased VII, Laes] Suokas - Grains [Unreleased VII, Laes]

Talaboman - Melbourne Bolero [Madhouse Dub / Melbourne Bolero, Night Land] The Exaltics - The Long Goodbye [The 7th Planet, Clone West Coast Series] The Jaffa Kid - Free To Travel [Phyalla, Gated] The Jaffa Kid - Land SH [Phyalla, Gated] The Mole feat. Cristobal - Ufos Over Egypt [The River Widens, Circus Company] The Orb & David Gilmour - Round Side Seamless Solar Spheres of Affection Mix Movement 2 [Metallic Spheres In Colour, Sony] The Woodleigh Research Facility - Church of Burnt Offerings [Phonox Nights, Facility 4] Tim Hecker - Anxiety [No Highs, Kranky] Tolouse Low Trax - Bianca from Rome [Leave Me Alone, Bureau B] Tolouse Low Trax - I Would Prefer Not To [Leave Me Alone, Bureau B] Tolouse Low Trax - Non Giudicare [Leave Me Alone, Bureau B] Toribio - Anti Narcoleptic [Tongue In Cheeks, BDA] Toribio - No Pare [Tongue In Cheeks, BDA] Totek - Arche [ttk. 1, Darker Than Wax] Totek - Hard Step [ttk. 1, Darker Than Wax] Ultramarine - Mirosa [Send And Return, Blackford Hill] Unhuman & Petra Flurr - Rush [Mala Vida, Bite] Unhuman & Petra Flurr feat. Garden Krist - Short Life [Mala Vida, Bite] Vanishing Twin - Afternoon X [Afternoon X, Fire] VC-118A - Motherboard [Waves Of Change, Delsin] VC-118A - The Deep [Waves Of Change, Delsin] VC-118A - You [Waves Of Change, Delsin] VHS Head - Fake Sweat [Phocus, Skam] VHS Head - Kilgrimol Dissolve [Phocus, Skam] VHS Head - Making a Monster [Phocus, Skam] VHS Head - Skinflex [Phocus, Skam] Vril - Kuru [Animist, Delsin] Years Of Denial - Dancing with Demons [Suicide Disco Vol. 2, VEYL] Years Of Denial - Lover's Crime [Suicide Disco Vol. 2, VEYL] Years Of Denial - Regarding the Pain of Others [Suicide Disco Vol. 2, VEYL] Years Of Denial - Wrong [Suicide Disco Vol. 2, VEYL] Yushh - Look Mum No Hands [Look Mum No Hands, Wisdom Teeth]

#grand traxelektor #2023 #underground #electronic #music #intelligent dance music #spotify #playlist #compilation

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ben10ocfanfic · 1 year ago

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Tale of 10 chapter 6

1. The group of boys Continued to ride. Jesse Took a very deep breath. He looked at the scene around him and took note of the damages to the rv. Admittedly it wasnt as bad as it could be considering what happened.

2. It still didnt make Dj feel any better apon seeing one of his oldest freinds looking so distraught. This RV was Jesses home. He worked since he was 15 for this truck. He almost dropped out junior year to keep his job.

3. Dj walked over to his old freind."If theres anything i can do please tell me jess." Jesse just smiled." I love this thing. But thats all it is brother just a thing. Id rather lose it then you guys."

4. In silent agreement Rick an josè nodded there heads."yeah an besides we can always help fix it." José said cheerfully. Jesse raised a brow."you know how to replace a dashboard broken windshelid an numrous holes along the back?"

5. Jose chuckled nervously "well we can always watch you do it." Jess rolled his eyes." Thats what I thought now lets figure this out" jess pointed at Dj.

6. Two hours later. Progress had been slow. Rick had been trying to focus on how Djs biology worked. Honestly he had no clue." My best guess is you're currently some sort of alien. "

7. Everyone sorta just looked at him confused."how did you come up with that one Sherlock?" José asked sarcastically. Rick sighed." Well, those robot things seemed to come from space. An im guessing they were after you since I dont see any other reason to attack."

8.while not satifyed the boys accepted it as jesse started tapping hard on the hourglass symbol." Jess you good dude?"Dj asked. Jess didnt awnser right away but spoke after a minute or two."I think you should be able to push this down but it looks stuck."

9. Dj nodded before thinking for a moment. He then started repeatedly smacking the symbol. After a few minutes a red flash blinded everyone before everyone saw the form of Dj.

10. Dj looked down observing his body. Everything seemed normal even his cloths were back untill he look as his wrist. There on his wrist was a green an black watch. The frimliar hour glass symbol was also present. However parts of the watch looked damaged.

11. The hourglass symbol had a noticeable crack although its was faint an didn't distort the symbol. Some parts looked to have exposed wiring. As if the covering had been removed. But most noticble part was that something was effecting the skin around Djs arm. Little, thick, green, square ,like lines. It almost looked like a tattoo of some sort.

12. It made Dj feel uncomfortable. He immediately reach for it. Attempting to rip it off him. He struggled for a minute before his face went pale. Rick then noticed djs face as jose an jesse inspected the rest of djs body for any injuries. "Hey buddy uh whats wrong?" Rick asked as Dj stared at him.

13. Jose an Jesse were now concerned as well. "Hola hermano ¿estás bien? Estamos preocupados por ti. ...Te ves pálido" José questioned. Jesse shook his freind slightly trying to get him to react.

14. Finally he spoke. "Its stuck." The boys all go quiet. "Its fused to MY FUCKING SKIN!!!!" Dj started to scream while waving his arm wildly while the boys try to calm him.

15. After nearly an hour of panicked screaming the boys gather around Dj. At this point the boys had been trying to remove the watch using various tools most of witch were broken. The boys were now trying something new

16."Guys this is a bad idea." Said Dj as jose attached jummper cables to the watch. Rick an Jesse looked back at there freind an shrugged. "Its fine our plan is solid" Rick then chimed in. "Its this or the hacksaw.". Dj gulped. "Hey dont worry man I got only one arm an im fine."

17. " I still don't like this I dont care what happens to me but what if you guys get hurt trying to hack this thing.!" Jesse just laughed. "Dont worry besides were not hacking anything were gonna use ricks laptop to create a electrical feedback loop. Witch will hopefully cause a system overload loop to shut down whats restraining you."

18. Dj an jose give him a blank stare. Rick sighs an face palm. "Doctor redneck here is trying to fry the watch." The two nod. "Yeah frying the alien watch still sounds like a bad idea. I just don't want my best freinds getting vaporized. " dj said before he sighed." But I can't really stop you from helping."

19."Dam right now lets fry some bacon!" Yelled jesse as he started. The computer humed to life along with the watch. Jose and ruck kept a hand around each clamp incase the needed to stop.

20. Dj tryed his best to stay calm. Jose smiled "see essay were good nothing can go wrong." Rick jesse an dj gave him a stink eye as the watcu started to glow. "You just had to say it." Said dj. Jesses panicked an started to press the keys quickly. "Shit! Get thoses off him! Now!"

21. without hesitation the boys started to pull hard but soon found the clamps were stuck."Guys forget me run!" Jose pulled harded the vain in his arm showing. " HELL NO. Were brothers amigo! We wont leave you behind!"

22. Rick strained as well pulling with both hands. "It will be a cold day in hell before we abadon- whats happing to our hands?" In response José looked down at his hand an noticed it was turning a dark green while ricks were turning black.

23. They looked to jesse who held up two unnaturally white hands before a green light took over there vision. A Shockwave of green energy erupted from the watch an knocked them unconscious.

24. Meanwhile far off in space on the planet Galvin prime.

25.A small 3 inch gray alien in green robes tinkered away. He have a smirk on his face as the small machine came to life. It looked like a mechanical spider. "Theses new drones should make repairs easier. Of course this is only a prototype."

26.As the alien admired his work another alien rushed in yelling nonsense as he tryed to get the others attention. This alien wore a lab coat with large oversized googles.

27. The first alien sighed. "Darwin please I know taking the role as my new assistant has gotten you nervous but I cant understand you. Witch is saying something as I know over 12000 different languages. At least breathe"

28. The alien took a deep breathe. "My apologies first thinker asmuth. But its happened. The omnitrix is back online. An I think it done something to earth."

29. Dawrin handed a tablet to asmuth. The first thinker sighed." It seems the past is catching up with us. It looks like someone tryed overloading the omnitrix but only cuased it to release a wave of dna across the planet. This is very bad. I must seek audience with the guardians of Oa an gain permission to one again return to earth.

30. Darwin gulped. "First thinker they banned you from returning after the incident. " asmuth chuckled "its only an incident if i did something on accident. Whatever the case earth is in grave danger. I only hope the new guardian is as worthy as Tennyson. May his gods watch over him. Because i doubt were the only ones who took notice."

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