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[notbecauseofvictories]

honestly I don't even go into the office that much, but driving there and back makes me think automobiles were a mistake and we as a society need to invent teleportation, or at least come up with a train schedule that would get me to the office building in less than 2.5 hours.

[retrotenn]

I WANT YOU TO BE A GUEST ON MY VOCALOID RADIO SHOW THIS UPCOMING FALL!!! COHOST MY SHOW RIGHT NOW!!! I DONT CARE IF YOURE A MUSICIAN, COVER ARTIST, VISUAL ARTIST, OR JUST A FAN!!!!!! COME ON MY RADIO SHOW !!!!!!!!!!

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[anexistingexistence]

[This post was inspired by @ / anotherboredfan's bio, go thank her.]

"Vinny, look! The Freelancer took an art course at D.A.M.N. and now they and all the people in that course are putting up the posters they made! Aren't they just the cutest?"

[psygull]

is the seagull slasher mask homemade or what

it's actually part of a mascot costume used in promotions for the radio station the ghost used to work for! i haven't drawn it yet but there's like a bodysuit that was attached to it at one point that's way too small for them lol. it's a small radio station and a very specific costume so i imagine it would have been homemade by somebody working there

the ghost's friend bruce has an eyepatch so the station spun that into making his show pirate themed. the seagull costume is a bonus that the ghost got roped into as a general handyman/intern/whatever cos nobody else wanted to do it. they just wear the mask part when they're killin people though

[determinate-negation]

how did you get into student radio?

i heard about it through a friend in college and applied. a lot of colleges have them and then u get to just play stuff on air

[muzzlemouths]

Today's warm up drabble comes from my newest brain worms, Starshine Station (radio host au)! Not a full chapter, just something for you to munch on while I continue figuring out what I want to do.

Sun (& Eclipse) Centric // Wordcount: 1960

“Gooooood afternoon, ladies, gents, folks on the fence, and everyone except the lint licker who cut me off on the way into the station today. I sincerely hope that speeding ticket was worth it, honey, cause I just know that Mercedes is already guzzling your pockets by the mile!”

A wuh wuhhh sound effect comes across the speakers, followed quick by a giddy snicker from the announcer himself.

“It's the 20th of March, if you need reminding, and that marks the beautiful start of spring, spring, spring! I don’t know about you, but I love welcoming the season with some good ol’ fashioned deep cleaning. There’s nothing quite like giving the room a good sparkle to your favorite moxie melody, and what better way to kick off the afternoon than with Wanda Jackson's ‘Let's have a Party!’ It’sa classic that’ll see you movin’, groovin’, and having an all around good time while you’re sprucing your place up–”

A silhouette in the office window catches Sun’s attention. His chair whines with the motion of a backward lean to get a proper look at the intern waving him down from the other side of the glass, evidently needing his attention right there and then, despite the clear ON AIR sign flashing red above the door.

Not one to keep anyone waiting, Sun lifts a finger, mouthing a silent ‘one second’, before returning to his mic. “–and you know we're all about having a good time down here at Starshine Station! That’s why our special guest for today is none other than the ace of rock, Montgomery McGator, himself! We’ll hear everything he has to say about the bedazzled band trend here in a moment. For now, turn up those speakers for some Wanda magic!”

The quick press of a button sets his mic to mute and allows him exactly two minutes and nineteen seconds to stretch his legs and see to whatever issue has come up. He opens the door and hardly has his head poked outside of it before the station’s intern (you, evidently) is in front of him, clipboard in hand, with an expression that spells trouble.

“Oh, no,” Sun grimaces, “I know that look, dear. What’s wrong?”

You hate to be the bearer of bad news on any day, but today, you fear it could cost you your job. The issue at hand - something that came up only a moment ago - has your fingers tapping against the wood of the board and your bottom lip tucking between teeth, and you stall for time with a bout of silence, procrastinating the inevitable anger that’s going to come your way as soon as you break the news.

Sun is patient. He always is. But now, even he is peering over his shoulder to check on the remaining time. He turns back with a nervous expression. “Out with it, now,” he urges you, “I haven’t got much time left, flower, so if it isn’t terribly important–”

“Montgomery canceled.” You get it out in one breath, an apologetic whine stirring behind the words, and you’re quick to offer the only excuse you were given before he has a chance to do anything more than balk, “H-He said something about a sick dog, and that he’d try to make it next week, instead, if we could–”

Sun cuts you off with a raised hand and presses the other to his face, exhaling rather loudly, “So not only is he not in the booth next to me, where he’s supposed to have already been for the last half hour, but he isn’t coming in today at all? Did I hear you right?”

You nod, slow and shy.

“Okay.” He says sternly. Another exhale. His shoulders rise with gusto a moment later as his palms come open in a simple ‘what can you do’ gesture, “We’ll just have to find someone else to fill the spot.”

“I–” Another whine escapes you, evidence of your guilt despite the lack of a crime, “I’m really sorry, if I’d known any earlier, trust me, I would have–”

“Please, this isn’t your fault,” another peek inside the booth reveals he has approximately thirty seconds to think of a new plan. When he turns back around it’s with a wide grin and scheming eyes, an expression you don’t enjoy in the slightest - given the way it’s angled right towards you. “However, since it’s technically your responsibility to see that our segments run smoothly–” oh, no, “–why don’t you join me as our special guest instead?”

You shrink in place, gawking, the clipboard hugged tight to your chest, “What? No, no - I couldn’t!”

“Nonsense!” Chirps Sun, already dragging you into the booth by the arm, “I need a guest, you’re right here, it’ll work out just fine!”

“I’m just an intern!”

“And our special guest for the day!” He sits you down in the chair beside his own and hastily parks into his a second after. Ten seconds. His finger goes for the mic button, but you reach for his wrist and catch it just before. He casts you a sideways glance.

“What about Eclipse?” You swallow the heavy lump that’s settled in your throat, “You know they aren’t going to like this, Sun. He and I already aren’t on the best terms.”

Five seconds. “I’ll take care of him,” Sun waves you off with his spare hand, “don’t you worry your little head about it, blossom. Relax for me – and put on a smile! – you’re about to be famous.”

“But–”

His finger lands on the button. “Welcome back, listeners! You’re tuned in to Starshine Station, and that was Let's have a Party!’ from the one and only Wanda Jackson. I’m sure you’re all bustlin’ for a bruising from big man McGator, but it appears his schedule rock and rolled out of our grasp–“ he plays a ba dum tss, then chases it with a sad trombone, ”–but worry not, folks, we’ve got someone special to keep you entertained while we sort things out. Give a big hand to an announcer in training from our very own station!“

Sun adjusts the mic in your direction, gesturing for you to introduce yourself.

Fuck. What are you supposed to do, tell him no? Live on air? “Oh, um, - I’m–” you clear your throat. Telling thousands of viewers your name is harder than chugging dry sand, but you do it, and you do it without making too much of a fool of yourself.

“Our friend here has been with the station for a few months now, already!” Sun tells the audience, “They manage things like a true professional and keep me and Moon from feeling like we’re herding cats with all that needs done in a day, truly, where would we be without them?”

You can’t help it, the heat that crosses your cheeks at his words, and you even manage a shy, bubbling laugh, finding yourself more willing to lean into the mic and reply – that is, until you see a familiar face in the window.

A contrast of blue and yellow, silver cheeks and fifteen pointed rays. There, behind the glass, stood Eclipse.

And he did not look happy.

You’re quick to tap Sun on the shoulder, not daring to point your guest out to him but rather gesturing with a panicked look, and he follows your gaze to see Eclipse - arms crossed, foot tapping - with a look that could kill across his face. Sun doesn’t even flinch. He turns back to the mic.

“You’ll hear more from our esteemed guest here in a moment, but first,” and his eyes flash in Eclipse’s direction, holding there, “let’s hear a Lesley Gore favorite, ‘You don’t own me’,” he meets Eclipse’s scowl with a grin, “then we’ll hear a word from our sponsors. Stay tuned in for more ca-lassic hits!”

A button press has never sounded so deafening. Eclipse leaves the window a moment later.

Sun nods towards the door where, already, you can hear the station manager marching towards the booth, “Come on,” he sighs, “let’s get this over with. He won’t bother us too much, I can only stall with commercials for so long.”

The door slams open before either of you reach it. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” Snaps Eclipse, “Our fans are expecting Montgomery McGator, and you think to bring a rookie on air?”

“I–”

“Monty canceled,” Sun interrupts before the apology is even halfway out, “nothing we could do about it, regretfully. Unless you magically have one of the other Glamrocks on speed-dial.”

The look Eclipse gives you both makes you shrink, and you actively fight the urge to hide behind Sun.

His hand twitches. Once, twice. Then it settles at his hip. “That doesn’t mean you get to bring just anyone in,” he scolds, “we have a reputation to keep, if you kindly remember, and I won’t have it tarnished because you see fit to put an intern on air. What type of calls are you expecting from this interview - inquisitions on how to properly staple papers together?”

You bury the hint of offense deep, deep down, and stomp on the pile for good measure, doing your best not to remind the guy who paid your bills what all you did to keep the station running.

Luckily, Sun doesn’t miss a beat. He’s at your defense long before you have a chance to argue. “They do much more than that,” he corrects with a tut, “you ought to know, it’s you who orders them around like a pack mule, isn’t it?”

Eclipse seethes, steam rising faintly from his cheeks, “I won’t apologize for keeping them busy,” he says, “there’s work that needs done - work that doesn’t involve playing in the sound booth - and I won’t be made the enemy for demanding they do their job.” He stares Sun down, looking stern. Sun holds his gaze without even a blink. Finally, Eclipse sighs and deflates at the shoulders, “They can stay for the interview,” he says “but only because I don’t want you falling through on two promised segments in a row.”

Happy with his win, Sun beams from ear to ear and slaps you between the shoulders, an action that nearly has you stumbling straight into the boss himself.

“But–” Eclipse continues, and he angles himself to look you dead in the eyes, “if you ever think about bringing them in without my permission again, I’ll see to it that both of you are out of a job by evening. Capiche?”

“Of course, of course,” Sun waves a hand, “this is a one-time thing, swear on my soul. A special occasion. Won’t happen again!”

You have no idea how he can be so lax in the face of someone like Eclipse, but if it means getting you off the hook, you aren’t complaining. Even if it meant having to go through with an interview that you are wholly unprepared for.

Either way, Eclipse seems to buy it.

“Mhm,” is all he initially has to say, “you’re back on in twelve. Better make it worthwhile.”

Sun follows him halfway out the door, “It’ll be unforgettable!” He shouts down the hall.

Yeah, unforgettable is what you’re afraid of.

Despite your fears you don’t stop Sun from pulling you back into the chair, and not a moment too soon. The last advertisement ends, and he returns to the crowd as if nothing had ever happened, queueing the next few songs and making small talk as he reintroduces you.

When it comes time to answer questions you’re all but sweating through your company sweatshirt, but his smile is there and it warms you to the core, and you find the words come a little easier, this time. Sun hits the dial.

“Let’s take our first caller.”

[clueless1995]

american colleges are so scary to me. you guys have to share rooms??? on campus??? absolutely not i would’ve started killing too

[the-lonely-catt]

@this-is-dev tags work too! I'll take it tbh, any chance to ramble about music XD

5. A song that needs to be played LOUD

Alright well most of them for me. I need the music to consume my skull and silence my thoughts. But in particular... right now, Envy Green by The Arcadian Wild. Put headphones on and blast that shit and you will experience joy.

23. A song you think everyone should hear (I think I forgot to copy the questions lmao)

This should be easy but like... there's so many good songs ;-; But at this exact moment it's definitely Your Stupid Face by Kaden MacKay

27. A song that breaks your heart

Most of the FFXIV soundtrack :)) Or a normal answer of a song that both fucks me up and kicks ass is Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen, OR if musicals don't count, then an old favourite of mine, Burning House by Cam :')

[sacreblugh]

hannibal coulda been a wbjc host

[moonfromearth]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals

Thank you so much for asking!! Had fun with this one too because it came from my "main" playlist (titled: 90.3 WYX - Apocalypse Radio w. Bart Brady, because I like coming up with fake radio stations 😊).

[transcript below]

No Big Deal - ALICE

Unleashed - Thomas Bergersen, Two Steps From Hell

Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Tommee Profitt, Sam Tinnesz

My Beloved - Lee Hi

Confetti - Charlotte Cardin

[goatmilksoda]

Reject Spotify, embrace your weird, local community radio station.

[basickabyl]

After finishing things up with the frat house shenanigans we get another call, this time from a young man by the name of Eugene. He's been promised a romantic time in the Maize Maze but seems to have been stood up. What's worse is he can hear whistling, and its getting closer.

Due to a hiccup in recording Thyme's audio was mixed with the game's. To make it easier to understand what he's saying, subtitles have been provided.

Killer Frequency is a first person horror adventure where you play as a late night radio host burdened with the duty of answering rerouted 911 calls. There's a slasher on the loose in the tiny town of Gallows Creek and the police are out of commission, so it falls to Forrest Nash of 189.16 - The Scream to save the lives of the goofy townsfolk trying to make it to morning. With the help of our producer and sound engineer Peggy Weaver we help the town jazzercize, hotwire cars and order pizzas to thwart the Whistling Man and try not to give Ponty any more free ad time.

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[voltas-do-mar]

[Crackling, as if from the Kineema's radio. Then, from the static, a voice. Then many, a litany, a choir, a calm.]

i am here / i am here / i am here, it is true from the pale grey yonder / i have flown back to you i followed your voice / and the sound of the star they blurred into song / my volta do mar

Recite yourself back home. Keep yourself grounded in sea or sky.

Cool for: Pale Travelers, Poets, People who can't Afford Anxiety Medication

Volta Do Mar is your anchor in murky or troubled waters. She'll keep you safe and steady, and remind you of the home you have to return to. Armed with a repertoire of poems from past pilots and sailors, and the ability to help you create more personal ones, she'll provide you with grounding mantras to help you remember yourself when you start to forget.

At high levels, Volta Do Mar may keep you grounded permanently. Stay safe, stay home, stay forever cautious. You don't have to return from the sea if you never go out into dangerous waters. Low mantras of the dead whisper constantly in your ear, and you'll be homesick if you're not homebound. At low levels though, your mind will be dazed and drifting. You'll only be able to recall a catchy jingle or an annoying repetitive phrase, and you'll never find your way home with that. You might get lost at sea, go off the deep end, and never resurface.

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hello! this is Volta Do Mar, a skill hinted that Kim has from his pilot jacket. Canonically, Joyce and Conceptualization describe it as:

I take a lot of inspiration from "Paddling Out (THE REPEATER CORPSE CONUNDRUM)" by transhitman, where Volta is an ability to ground oneself in reality using voltas (songs/mantras/poems) in order to remain sane. a mix of volition and composure, through the lens of shivers or inland empire.

asks are open! feel free to ask for a song, tell me a song, or anything else.

chill with suggestive content, mod is 24.

Volta uses she/he/they pronouns.

Tags: #skillsposting - regular skill tag #radio station: volta original - original songs/mantras/poetry #radio station: [source] - voltas not from me #radio station: furies choir - from any of harry's skills #radio station: station's host - from kim #radio station: static inbetween - non-voltas, silly things, or check failures #radio station: call and response - answered asks #one volta a day - daily volta at 2200 EST, much like kim's daily cigarette

[salirophiliac]

one day i will interview the miz . see if he likes it. Bitch

[merindzousa]

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