#sample babble

[cybergoth-damsel]

you know doing some research there seems to be a specific term for the "sample babble" used in Love-de-Lic and successor studio's games: Henteko Speech. The term is used in the credits for Little King Story, which was directed/produced by a Love-de-Lic alum (Yoshiro Kimura i.e. the Chulip/Onion Games guy), and while not developed by one of Love-de-Lic's successor studios itself, one of the Love-de-Lic successors (Vanpool) was subcontracted to do the sound design, with Moon's own sound designer Masanori Adachi being credited under "SE Design and Henteko Voice Treatment".

This is actually some hugely cool archival/history work, thank-you for telling me!

[anghraine]

Oh, btw, if you feel like you absolutely must blame entire demographics for the election results, I'd advise at least checking the exit poll breakdowns before jumping to a hot take.

PS. Fellow white progressives, feel free to shut up about Black Trump voters forever.

[Image ID: a screenshot of CNN's exit poll breakdown, showing Trump winning white men 60-37 and white women 45-53, while losing Black men 21-77 and Black women 7-91. /end ID]

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Ok, quick question just because I am curious 👀👀👀👀. I have my own ideas, of course, but I am truly curious to know your opinion.

And let's bring Marvel in this lol.

Little Edit: i meant to write "Characters from X-Men" lololol.

[caktusjuice-draws]

pokey HATES that paul matthews is destined to fall in love with emma perkins in every universe so he just says "screw destiny" and fights tooth and nail to get his human

Pokotho paced the tile floor of Miss Retro's. The human feet that he was now much accustomed to anxiously clicked back and forth across the floor in a rapid albeit hypnotic beat. Holloway picked at the piece of good ol' cherry pie on her plate, lazily breaking it apart with a fork. Otho wheeled around, angry that she hadn't yet said anything of use to him. She knew what was happening, of course she did, she always knew. She was Miss Holloway after all.

Now that he had stopped his anxious teetering about the diner was quiet, save for the gentle click from Holloway's fork and plate, or the loud buzz of a yellow streetlamp outside. He breathed angrily through his nose and his hands clenched to turn his knuckles white.

"It isn't fair!"

"It seldom ever is," Holloway confirmed, smiling softly. Her expression read that while she was trying to be understanding, she found the irony in this situation grating rather than, say, humorous.

"I've been doing so well," Otho argued with no one in particular, words choked through gritted teeth. "I did everything right! I courted him! I showered him with my attentions! We live together for fuck all's sakes! I did everything right and now this! And because why? Because he and Emma are ... They're... simply just..."

He couldn't bring himself to say it. His shoulders had begun shaking and his breathing became loud and shuddery. But he didn't have to say it, because Miss Holloway was not sparing him the sword.

"Inevitable." She finished for him.

Otho choked on a sound that threatened to rip through his throat like hot iron.

"Don't say that," he whispered, his voice full with undeniable defeat.

[queerpyracy]

i got some moisturizing balms made from beef tallow to try and see if it helps my dry dry skin and here are my first blush impressions:

pros: smells good

cons: my cat thinks so too

[asexualbookbird]

translucency in enamel pin design is SO COOL and i wish more artists would utilise it but i imagine the Costs are up there lol but i have a couple that i just love so much some of my favorites in my lin collection!!!!

[bonefall]

More British words because I thought words like carboot and bin lorry was normal:

Chuffed: This is when we're really happy- like 2am-singing-karaoke-happy. Odd I know!

Brolly: Umbrella. Yeah this one's a bit odd as well. I've never used it personally but some of my family always say "chuck us the brolly" or something along those lines.

Crisps: Potato chips. American's PLEASE don't kill me I want to live

Bucketin' down: A term used to describe heavy rain!

Gutted: Extremely disappointed. I often use this- very loudly, might I add- to the annoyance of my family

Bonnet: Hood of a car. I find this REALLY strange and have never used it myself.

So there's some British words! I hope you enjoyed them!🙂

REMINDS ME, another thing that was wild to me was how "chippy" gets applied to way more than just places that sell fries

I went thinking I understood everything, like, "Ok. Chips = Fries. Crisps = Potato Chips. Got it." But then partner would say, "wanna go to a chippy"

Me in my head: (wow you really like fries dont ya)

But apparently the truth is... that's just what they were calling a small restaurant you don't sit down at. Like a takeout place. A chippy can sell chinese food. A chippy can sell fries and hot dogs.

This took me an embarassingly long time to realize. I really just thought partner wanted fries constantly. I was beginning to believe there were special, hidden fry places that I just wasn't noticing.

I also found out that "spanner" is unironically a light insult but considering the fact I thought they were a Fanatical Fry Fiend for at least a week I probably deserved it. I WAS being a proper spanner.

[handern]

maybe my toxic workplace trait is that I'm a snob about tea, but one day my director poured some tapwater in a carton gobelet over a lipton teabag and microwaved it for one minute before handing it to me so actually I'm the traumatized one here and they should give me a kettle with a thermometer and a triple 3-5-8 minutes hourglass as legal compensation

[smartichokes]

i have had THREE pap smears in the last 3 years because they werent able to get good samples. i demand compensation

[onomonopetabread]

Okay I have to know

[kurokoros]

the way I’m just going to tweak aspects of into open flames and use that as my grad school creative writing sample oops

[beannary]

Design number three won!!!! yippee!!!!

heres my completed version of the design! i ordered some sample keychains for myself just so i can see like what the whole keychain making process is like and those should be going into production between today and saturday so once I get those I will make some decisions and i will order some bulk keychains!

I'm thinking that they will be around 12 dollars? idk thats around what I see other people listing keychains for but ill either raise or lower the price depending on how much the production ends up costing me!

HELLO I AM THINKING OF MAKING TLP MERCH!!!!

Hi there! I've been wanting to try my hand at making keychains for a while now so here we go! Here are three different designs that I've come up with for potential tlp keychains.

[crystallinearts]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS

Freminet's voice

I just

😩😩😩😩😩

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Ok, just as we did with Aranea last time, I have another quick question just because I am curious 👀👀👀👀.

As usual, I have my own personal opinion about this (mostly because I have a whole ass AU bullet pointed for this lololol), but I am truly curious about y'all opinion

And let's bring Batman into this lol.

(And remember, we are not talking necesserily about physical resemblance. This is more about the general vibes of the character).

[salad-juice-enjoyer]

Gas Station Simulator is just a time management game dressed down for the PC master race crowd send tweet.

[toovaeloe]

curse biologist!reader x assistant!gojo hc’s

content: gojo pining off his ass . little flirty lab partners . tw for sliiighhtest mention of an autopsy and related tools . warning for gojo poppin’ a stiff one in the lab cause he’s a freak like that (ur a freak like that), so mildly suggestive

mdni

curse biologist!reader— the higher ups want you dead and gone, that’s for sure. You, who has a cursed technique that turns cursed energy into something tangible. After applying your technique to a cursed spirit, it becomes visible to a naked human eye, and instead of disintegrating, leaves a corpse behind. You’re dangerous. Crazy. And well…too weird. But they just hate progress, don’t they?

Not Gojo. He really doesn’t think you’re doing any harm to be honest (and he’ll do just about anything if it creases another wrinkle into Gakuganji’s ugly mug)

I mean, who else has been able to make waves in the integration of curses into science like you have? You’ve uncovered an exponential amount about the inner workings of curses in a few years when the rest of Jujutsu society’s had centuries, only to scratch the surface. It’s really admirable how you deep dive into the nitty gritty, as he calls it.

assistant!gojo— who loves being your little go-getter. Your own personal cursed spirit Fetch-Fido— maybe if you squint hard enough you’ll be able to see floppy ears perked to attention in his snowy hair or an eager tail whipping up a hurricane behind him as he brings you back his latest catch: a detained grade 2 curse manifested by the fear of monsters under the bed. Yeah, he knew you’d like something like that.

assistant!gojo— loves witnessing the way your eyes light up and it’s as if he can see the cogs immediately gearing to life in your smart little brain. He’s saluting exaggeratedly with a puffed out chest when you give him the go ahead to kill the thing after you’ve had your hand at it. It’s all he can do not to ask for a pat on the head and praise of how well he did. Getting a “Good boy,” out of you is on his mental vision board.

assistant!gojo— sticks around for the autopsies. Likes watching you poke around inside the creatures and is waiting on your hand and foot through the entire process. Scalpel? Bone saw? Enterotomy scissors? The bread knife??? He’s even starting to become attuned to your whims, tool already in hand before you extend your palm.

If you murmured an awed, “look at thaaat,” he’s quick to huddle in close under the pretense of observing whatever oddity that’s intrigued you. Only to squish his cheek against yours with a feigned, “hmm…mhmm…” nodding stiltedly, and not so discreetly nuzzling his face closer to yours with an impish glint in those azure eyes as he casts a sidelong glance to your skeptical neutrality.

assistant!gojo— staring at you with the widest puppy dog eyes as you discard your gloves and begin sketching diagrams of the latest brain you’ve picked apart, comparing it to the contradicting one of another curse, and contrasting from the drastically different human model you have. He can listen to you babble for hours, if only absorbing every other word of your theories on why a curse’s blood runs violet or how you’re so excited to get these samples to the lab. He’ll still chip in with his own question or hypothesis from time to time, because he’s curious too, but more than that he loves the way you answer.

assistant!gojo— purposely uses candy and sweets as a metaphor whenever you plead with him to explain how he views the electromagnetic spectrum through those eyes of his, just because he thinks it’s funny how desperate you are to know. To this day you can’t decode however the fuck that analogy about laffy taffy and rock candy was supposed to relate to infrared waves.

assistant!gojo— Satoru can’t decide what’s worse; the fact that he can’t get you out of his head or the fact that you want inside of his head

This whole situation is basically him giving you googoo eyes and kissy faces as you scribble down something on your clipboard and try to stick him with a needle

assistant!gojo— who’s willing to be a bit of a lab rat for you. He’s all giggles as he prances up to your vertical operation table, huffing lightly when you strap him against the cool steel. “Don’t be shy now, y’could go tighter than that. You know I like it when you tie me up,,” he encourages oh so unhelpfully.

assistant!gojo— chiding you to be careful when you begin application of the biosensors across his chest, cause he’ll get “a little too excited.” You don’t pay mind to his little quip until you see his already irregularly R-R intervals spike impossibly short on the electrocardiogram readings. And then again as you finish hooking him up to the machine.

assistant!gojo— thinks you might be overthinking what environmental stimuli might have caused that anomaly, or maybe judging by that poorly veiled smile and half-hearted “My mistake,” you’ve purposefully placed that one sensor node a little too low on his pelvis this time. Now that he’s thinkin’ about— yeah—there definitely wasn’t any need for you crouch so low until your nose was practically level with the apex of his thigh. Or for you to look up at him in a way that had him failing to suppress a shiver and his breath hitching when you smoothly rubbed the padding of the damn thing into his hip with your thumb. Aaaand fuck, he’s bricked in the lab. (again.)

He’d kill to know what’s going on in your noggin. And frankly he’s dying to get the pants off his fave smartypants.

a/n: as soon as I got this idea i was like ooo biting my lip and bigbig smile,, onto something? am I onto something??? would anybody maybemaybe read a one shot with this concept 👀? okay I love you byyyee