#WalkieTalkies

[shiprasharma2927]

Explore the great outdoors with confidence using long range walkie talkie. Ensure clear communication wherever your adventure takes you.

[tokka]

#PlaymatesToys #TMNT"#TurtleTalkies" #2004, #WalkieTalkies - thanks,@culture_cave - I got the set now!!!!!! 💥🌟🐢 (at Culture Cave) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckuk3hnMIm5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[seabirdtxt]

Vocem Dei

The Shouki no Kami was built to be the closest thing to an artificial god that humanity could create.

Just how close to divinity does the god-machine get? [p1 - you are here!] [p2] [p3]

Notes: Genshin SAGAU, cult AU, vaguely religious themes. pre-3.2!

WC. 1.5k

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The Shouki no Kami was built to be the closest thing to an artificial god that humanity could create.

Infused with dozens of Divine Knowledge capsules, and powered by liquid energy inspired by the Lord Balladeer’s own divine puppet blood, the machine god had capabilities beyond even Dottore’s own comprehension.

And the good Doctor was oh so eager to find out what would happen if a person were to be plugged into the mainframe.

Nevermind that every scholar who’d tried to use Divine Knowledge capsules lost their minds in the process.

Scaramouche grunts softly with every tube that locks into its socket on his back, the sensation of the machine’s lifeblood beginning to flow through him causing his body’s equivalent of a brain, his databank, to spark painfully. He pushes through it, determined to grasp divinity with both of his unworthy hands even if it’s the last thing he does.

The moment he feels the last tube socket in, an all-encompassing buzzing sensation floods his body, causing him to jolt and spasm uncontrollably. He snarls and grits his teeth, distantly hearing Dottore rattle off some statistics.

The feeling is reminiscent of his birth, when he knew the embrace of the electro gnosis, but amplified by hundreds.

An inhuman scream leaves him, electro bolts coursing across his body and the machine’s as he bows backward, curved over the shimmering tubes and feeling their hotcoldsmoothsharp liquid pulsing through him. He opens his eyes, not aware of when he’d closed them.

Above him, reflected in the ceiling Shouki no Kami’s metal cockpit, Scaramouche can see his own eyes glow so brightly with electro energy that his pupils become white. Purple sparks emit from the corners of his eyes, like tears of pure energy that tumble down the sides of his face contorted in rage and agony. In his mouth, parted in a scream that’s now beyond human hearing, small bolts of lighting sew his teeth together.

Through sheer force of his own will, the face of Shouki no Kami’s cockpit begins to slide closed, just as he hears Dottore announce 100% compatibility.

As the face plates slam shut, the overwhelming sensation of raw power suddenly cuts out and Scaramouche slumps over, held up only by his connection to the tubes in his back. His face nearly collided with the doors in front of him but he stops his descent with his hands, and the sockets in his back pull ominously.

The blessed silence lasts for exactly a minute before being replaced by a strange mechanical sound, almost like a bell ringing.

He lifts his head weakly, turning from side to side to find the source, until he realizes it’s coming from inside his head.

“Wh-” he begins, but is cut off as a clicking noise interrupts him, replacing the ringing with a cordial-sounding voice.

“Hello, who’s speaking?”

“H- hey! Who the hell are you?! I demand to know how you’re speaking to me right now!”

There’s silence for a moment before the voice responds.

“Uh, well, you called me, dude. And I asked first.”

A million thoughts run through Scaramouche’s head as he braces his hands against the face plates of the cockpit, pushing himself back upright with a noise of frustration.

“Do you even know who I am? When I find out who you are I will put an end to your insignificant insect life- wait, what do you mean I called you?”

“... You… You called me, and I answered…” The voice says hesitantly, a tone of amusement filtering into their words. “That’s how calling usually works, right?”

Scaramouche rubs his temples, shaking his head. “I… called you? I don't even know who you are. How did you get in my head?”

“... in your- you know what? This is weird, dude. I’m gonna hang up now.”

“Wait!” Scaramouche blurts out before he can even realize he’s done it. “Don’t… don’t go! At least tell me who you are?”

The silence is deafening, and for a moment Scaramouche is sure he’s been left alone, and then the voice returns…

… Saying the name of Teyvat’s overarching deity. Greater than the Archons. Greater than Celestia. Greater than even the Traveller, who originated from beyond this world.

Incredulous, Scaramouche repeats after you, following up with: “Is- is that right? That’s your name?”

“... Yes? Should it not be?”

Scaramouche lets out a peal of elated laughter, the tubes in his back rattling with the movement. Unbelievable. He did it! He attained godhood beyond even the power of the Archons; he made direct contact with the Divine Creator themself!

“Your Grace! I can’t believe it. It’s me! It’s Scaramouche, the Balladeer, Sixth Harbinger of the Fatui! I can’t even begin to fathom that you deigned answer to my call!”

“Scaramouche? Like from the game?” the voice asks. “Is this some kind of prank?”

“Wait, no, please! No, I swear this isn’t a joke, please believe me! I’ve worked so hard to get to this point, I deserve your recognition!” A hint of desperation bleeds into his voice, and his fists clench where they’re pressed into the walls of the Shouki no Kami’s cockpit. A second passes with no response and a pathetic cry escapes his lips. “Please… not you, too…”

His shoulders and the tubes shake with the force of his muffled sobs, air he doesn’t truly need catching in his throat. He lets his head fall forward, colliding with the metal panels with a dull noise.

“Listen, I’m not sure I believe you,” the voice returns. “But you sound really bad, man. Please don’t cry or anything, okay? I’m kinda in the middle of something right now but I’ll call you back in a bit. If this is some kind of RP thing or whatever, I swear…”

Scaramouche feels it, the second communication is cut. It leaves a void in his skull, right behind his ears, and the silence that once filled the cockpit is replaced with the mechanical whir of the Shouki no Kami, and the metallic sound of hammering.

He swallows and rubs his eyes roughly, scrubbing any trace of tears and briefly thanking the powers that be for having made him a puppet, to exist without the embarrassing functions of blushing or having bloodshot eyes.

He grumbles and looks down at the heel of his palms, noticing that he’d wiped some blood as well. He checks his nose, finding it to be the source, and messily wipes it clean before willing the cockpit’s face plates to open.

Outside, a frantic team of Fatui engineers cheer and hastily pull the doors open, and Dottore pokes his head into the space, seemingly both relieved and intrigued at Scaramouche’s state.

“Well well, my little friend,” Dottore drawls, a shark-like smile spreading across his face. “The god machine, as well as you, has been unresponsive for just under twenty-four hours. We’d nearly feared that we lost you.”

Scaramouche glares at him with a sneer. “You seem so terribly broken up about it. I’m touched by your show of concern."

Dottore doesn’t reply, only acquiescing with a hum. Around him, the engineers are taking stock of the robot’s state and functions, jotting down notes and observing the puddle of Scaramouche’s blood, the evidence of which is still drying on his face.

“Tell me, was the synchronization a success?” the Doctor finally asks, barely holding back a flinch when Scaramouche’s head flies up to face him with a feral grin.

“More than a success,” he raves, his hand coming up to touch the side of his head. “With just a bit more practice, I will ascend higher than even Celestia itself!”

Dottore hides his uncertainty well, but Scaramouche’s eyes are sharper than they were before, and his grin widens at the sight of the Doctor’s expression.

“Very well, let us conclude the test now, then.” Dottore announces, motioning for the technicians around him to disconnect Scaramouche from the machine.

“No.” Scaramouche says, maintaining eye contact with Dottore and remaining stock still as he sends a pulse of electro running down his body, giving a violent shock to any of the technicians who’d been unfortunately too close.

“... No?” Dottore asks with a stiff smile.

“I want to stay connected with the machine,” Scaramouche declares. “Isn’t this the goal? Shouldn’t I spend as much time attuning to the divine energy, so that I may become the perfect god? This is what you designed it for, after all, right?"

Dottore remains silent, with that same plastic smile on his face.

“Very well,” he says curtly. “The Lord Balladeer may remain inside the god-machine. Resume monitoring and record signs of changes.”

The Doctor turns on his heel and steps lightly out of the room before Scaramouche could annoy him further. That suits Scaramouche just fine, as well. He settles back into the cockpit, willing the face plates closed until he’s in solitude once more. He stares at the small puddle of his own blood on the floor; his normal reddish oil-blood mixing with vibrant, glowing purple.

He leans back into the mess of tubes, and smirks.

He’ll eagerly await your next contact.

[cring3rlordreal]

RArepaIR jumPSCare

Roger ( the stupid glasses dummy that keeps getting beaten up lmao ) x mike schmidt or officer bloxxer idfk their name, just the airstrike-gear security guy

Alternative

Roger rizz fr ( he's holding his necktie )

They're so phreakyidfk freaky friday phreaky phriday

[abomination-nation]

looking at pictures of sea lamprey and its really fucking funny. you google them and you get the vague impression that they're like. Just Tubes with Teeth. Its all just pictures of their horrible little mouths and WOAAHH THEY HAVE SO MANY TEETH!!! and then you scroll down and its like... this is just w eird fish.

look at him. thats a whole ass guy. he's got eyes and everything.

they're just weird fish!! Sure, they're a horrible little parasitic invasive species in the Great Lakes of the USA, but like.. theyre not just TEETH. They're whole ass fish. And as much as I'd like to say "i knew that", I kindof didnt. Because when people talk about these beasts, theyre just like. THEY GOT A BIGASS FUCKIN MOUUUTH!!! Look at these awful hornlike scraping teeth with Suction!! Imagine this on your Balls! And so the vision in my brain was that they're just kinda... tubes with teeth on em. Like some horrible worm. but no. they're fish. stupid fuckin fish with a quite silly mouth.

[shame-youseemed-an-honestman]

Do you think the only time henry creel ever cried was when it hit him he was never going to see the outside ever again?

[doebt]

Im literally crazy for being even slightly nervous about this new job Like ummm it cannot be worse or harder than the nursing home. PERIOD. AND its over double the salary. So bye. stop worrying about it

[mariolopezgoicoechea]

The view from the #SkyGarden #WalkieTalkie. #Cuban #Immigrant #Londoner https://www.austinmacauley.com/book/cuban-immigrant-and-londoner #London #Londres #Londinense #cycling #cyclinglife #bicyclelife #bicycles #visitbritain #visitengland #visitlondon #streetphotography #urbanlandscape #photography #VSCO (at The Sky Garden 20 Fenchurch Street London) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoGATn6sCMB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bread--quest]

havent had any work updates for a while because all my best coworkers have left but uh

work update:

we have lost a coworker

[nasty-osc-confessions]

Me and my partner are talking abt object show characters we find attractive, right?

i have the NEED to tell him I want to grind Walkie Talkie from II, i want to fuck Coiny so bad, I want Test Tube to scissor me like HOLY SHIT I HAVE SO MANY DIRTY THOUGHTS ABOUT OBJECTS

-SD Anon

Same

[shiprasharma2927]

Find the perfect long range walkie talkie for uninterrupted communication. Great for hunting, camping, and exploring. Stay in touch no matter where you are!

[editblogtema]

CANGGIHNYA INTELIJEN, ALAT JADUL MENJADI SENJATA MEMATIKAN

[hkrsolutions]

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[abomination-nation]

Average Shin Megami Tensei Game

[walkie-talkie-repairs]

#neopets

[kitethedragon]

Chapter 1. Road

It was an ordinary afternoon at the second boys’ dormitory of the Descartes School of Stars. The sky was a soft lilac color, casting a gentle pastel glow over the school grounds. “Stop!!! Lilac?!?” I exclaimed as I peeked outside and confirmed the sky was indeed lilac. “George, they put the emergency shield up again,” I noted to my roommate, George. He also came closer to see the sky. “I don’t…