#static caterpillar

[phalene-rouge]

It’s extermination day (part 2/3) ! Vox had some help from 🐛 Valentino in my caterpillar AU It’s still the start of the staticmoth in this AU where both of them are starting from the bottom of Hell. Good luck little fellas 🐛📺

[phalene-rouge]

Look at those stupids blorbos I love them too much 😭❤️ right after the extermination, how does two complete strangers (that just met once) will work together to survive in hell ? :D

Some older sketches from my rp with @phalene-rouge in our little AU (yes it’s Val and he is a caterpillar)

Vox has not been having a good time.

(He’s binding his chest with bandages, please do not do that and be safe)

[pineconepie]

Platonic yandere doctor? Like he’s had his little for a while but he’s just fed up with them trying to leave so he uses a more permanent solution to the problem of them trying to run away (take that as you will)

I hope this is good!! Its slightly different than what you asked, but if people want I cand make a part two of them trying to escape!

TW: Platonic/parental yandere, drugging, gaslighting, kidnapping, infantilization, slight ableism(?), psychiatric wards

...

You've been seeing Dr. Warren as your doctor for... wow, how long has it been? Several years now. He's always been a kind guy, and sometimes he'd break past that overly polite, professional demeanor and let his soft spot for you shine through.

You liked that about him.

Sometimes, when there wasn't anybody in the waiting room but you two, he would kneel down to give you a little toy while you waited, usually one of those plastic eggs filled with surprise toys or jingling keys or something like that.

You always thought it was a little strange how the doctor was giving you children's toys, but you tried not to overthink it.

There were some other weird things you tried to overlook, but recently it was getting harder to do so.

Warren would always prescribe you medications for all kinds of things, and every single one of them made your mind feel numb. Like static, almost.

Your appointments became very regular, as well. At least once a week, even if nothing felt wrong.

And he'd give you a little plastic medicine bottle filled with gummy vitamins every time you went in.

You started to notice how instead of actually checking your health, he'd cuddle by your side and just ask how your day went, almost acting more like an over-caring therapist... which, he did technically have his degree in both psychology and medicine, but still, the lack of any medical care was suspicious, especially coming from the usually very professional doctor.

"Um, Doctor Warren?" you nervously ask, fiddling with the toy he gave you today, a little green caterpillar with bright colors on its back.

"Hm? What is it?" he asks while marking a few things off on his clipboard.

"Well, uh..." you swallow down a lump in your throat as you work up the courage to ask this. "I've noticed that our sessions lately haven't been productive. And the medications you give me make me worse. I wasn't even having a lot of issues until I started taking them. It's like they just make my mind foggy... and I always feel so sleepy, and my coordination is off..."

"Those are just the side effects," he reassures. "That's why I wanted you to come see me regularly; to track any changes or side effects."

"But I don't think the side effects are worth it. And these constant check-ups are annoying, no offense," you mutter.

"None taken," he says calmly. "The check-ups are for your benefit."

"Yeah, but..." You rub the nape of your neck. "I think I want to see a different doctor... if that's okay."

Suddenly, the warm aura radiating from him grows cold as the man glares at you, dark eyes sending a chill down your spine.

"Do you trust other doctors more than me?" His voice comes out icy, stinging you like cold water.

Your heart pounds. You open your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again.

"(Y/n). You're mentally and physically ill. Your judgement is too clouded by your conditions that you can't recognize proper care. I'm trying to help you get better. Can't you see that?" He runs a hand through his hair. "You need constant monitoring, love. I'd consider yourself lucky I haven't put you in inpatient care." His expression changes, like a light bulb goes off in his head. "Actually, would you prefer that?"

"No, of course not!" you cry out. "Please don't-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's for your own safety," he says matter-of-factly. "You can't even tell what's good or bad for you. Your condition is worsening."

"Because of the medication," you retort.

"That's just the side effects. I explained this already."

"Why would medicine that's supposed to cure me make me worse?!" you yell. Tears well up in your eyes. "Why won't you listen to me?!"

He looks like a parent dealing with their crying toddler; confused yet confident they'll get over it eventually. "Hmm... I think you need a nap."

"A nap? What, am I in timeout now?" You fold your arms across your chest like a pouting child, realizing a little too late how funny the doctor probably finds the gesture.

Warren gets out some medical supplies: a needle and a vial. Filling the syringe with a clear liquid from the small container, he turns towards you and grins menacingly. "This'll only take a moment..."

Before you can stand up and try to run away, he plunges the needle into your arm.

You cry out and flinch away, but not before all of the syringe's contents empty inside you. He holds you against him, shushing softly in your ear as you sob until suddenly your eyelids grow heavy.

He keeps you firmly tucked in his grip, and you find that you're unable to move, paralyzed by whatever substance he injected into you.

As soon as he sees you drifting off, he lies you on the bed and rushes out, yelling something that sounds too far away to hear.

...

When you wake up, you see white walls all around you. Blinking your eyes, you look down at your clothes to see an outfit totally different from what you had been wearing when you were in Warren's office. This looks more like hospital garb.

Speaking of which, where was Warren?

Turning your head weakly to the right, you notice you're attached to a heart monitor, the wires running to sensors on your chest and fingers.

You struggle to prop yourself up and sit properly on the bed.

Warren walks into the room. "Good morning! Or, should I say good afternoon?" he smiles teasingly, closing the door behind him. "How are we feeling?"

"I'm feeling like you drugged me! What am I doing here?!" Your throat feels like its on fire, but you continue trying to speak regardless. "Can't you talk to me without having me admitted to a hospital?! Oh god- please don't tell me I'm in the psychiatric ward..."

"You are in the psychiatric ward, yes," he confirms smoothly. "But don't worry. I pulled a few strings to make sure you got the best care." His voice dips into something softer, almost affectionate. "I even had them set up a private room for you. No noisy roommates, no prying eyes—just me, looking out for you."

A chill runs down your spine. This isn't normal. This is too far.

"For what? Telling you I wanted to see a different doctor? For wanting to get off my meds?!" You glare.

He doesn't seem too bothered, pulling out a clipboard. "Well, it says on your chart you attacked me with scissors during our last meeting when I wouldn't give you prescription opioids. That's pretty serious."

"WHAT?!" Your jaw drops. "You liar! That never happened!"

Warren feigns worry. "Oh, sweetheart..." He caresses the side of your face. "You poor thing. Those delusions have you again, huh?" He shakes his head. "I don't know how to tell you this... but you have a problem. A very, very severe one. Which is why you need constant surveillance from someone trained to handle people with your particular condition."

You blink away tears blurring your vision. "This is crazy. You can't do this to me."

"Baby, I'm not 'doing' anything. This was all in your best interests." Warren moves closer to you, rubbing circles into your skin. "You're sick, (Y/n). I've been your doctor for multiple years now. Why would I lie about this?"

You sob harder. You want to believe him so bad.

You trust him, and it's always been easier to follow along with his suggestions rather than try to fight or argue back, but...

"You like treating me as if I'm a baby. Does that have anything to do with this? Or why the medications you've given me make me feel like I'm regressing into a toddler every day?" you spit out bitterly.

He sighs. "That's because you have the obvious mentality of one. The regression isn't a result of the drugs, (Y/n). It's your disorder acting up." He pushes some strands of hair out of your face. "If it helps any, I like taking care of you. Really, I do. I've never considered myself a parental person until I met you. You need me, just as much as I need to be needed by someone else. Like you."

"I'll tell everyone you basically kidnapped me," you threaten. "They can look on the security cameras for proof I didn't do anything!"

He clicks his tongue, chuckling. "I might have accidentally deleted the security footage from the day. Oops," he adds innocently. He kisses your forehead. "Now, get some rest, kiddo. Papa will check on you in an hour. And please don't try anything bad while I'm gone; otherwise, we'd have to add assaulting an orderly or nurse onto your file... We really don't want that, do we?"

All you can do is stare dumbly up at him as the words sink in.

Yes, Warren could definitely get in trouble for this... but who's going to believe you when you've been labeled a danger to yourself and others with a laundry list of mental health disorders, prescribed enough pills to tranquilize an elephant daily?

No one.

He leaves with a final, "Be good," shutting the door with a soft thump, leaving you alone, staring after him long after he's gone.

[floweycidal]

clover would be nice to bugs, i think.

they don’t crazily save every insect they see, nor do they keep a census of lives rescued. this isn’t that kind of story. not at all.

but when they come across a beetle on its back, legs cycling through air like broken clock hands, there is no internal debate about morality, no performance of kindness for an invisible audience. they simply reach down, right what's wrong, and move on without waiting for thanks.

all those tiny lives that others casually swat at or sweep away. the spider rebuilding its web for the third time today, patiently reweaving what was thoughtlessly destroyed. the ant dragging a crumb twice its size across an endless expanse of floor. the moth fluttering desperately as it searches for a way back to the light.

more often than not, clover stops.

again, nothing ceremonial about it. no fanfare or fuss. just a tender hand extending a leaf to bridge a gap, or a solicitous finger nudging a fallen to safer ground.

they'd probably be cracking terrible puns in their head, something about giving beetles a "turn" for the better or how “moth-ers” know best. it stays there. tucked away with all the other small jokes that no one else will hear.

clover understands. they know what it feels like to live in spaces where you’re not wanted, to move carefully, noiselessly, hoping that the larger, more powerful beings in your world might just pass you by. they know exactly how heavy a careless footstep can be. you can see it in the way they move through the underground. this perfect quietude, like they're walking between raindrops.

it’s the kind of placidity born of understanding that survival sometimes translates to being so quiet that even the air forgets to stir around you.

being small doesn’t make you less deserving. powerlessness doesn't make you wrong. occasionally, the truest form of justice is simply making space for others to exist.

and clover would know.

their life on the surface was hardly rich with comforts or attachments. it was a life of static-laden tv shows, dishes washed with nary a nod, and spaces that felt more borrowed than lived in. they know what it is to go unnoticed, to be treated like something inconsequential, a minor nuisance at best.

more presence than person, clover has lived off scraps and donned garments stitched together with hope and necessity. they'd understand, better than anyone, what it means to exist underfoot.

it feels so natural, so right, to imagine clover giving a bug a second chance. where others see something disposable, clover sees something familiar. just trying to live. get by.

not a saint by any stretch, they’ll “borrow” what they need without asking. still, they’ll mutter a soft “excuse me” to a ladybug flitting too close, and still they'd find the time to guide a caterpillar out of harm’s way with a scrap of paper.

they'd choose to handle the fragile and easily breakable with care and fairness, for mercy matters most when it’s offered to those who cannot demand it.

the world has a way of teaching its smallest inhabitants to expect cruelty—to see a hand coming down like judgment, a step as an unthinking end. to know that to exist while small is to always be one breath away from being deemed an annoyance, a pest.

the bugs are blissfully unaware of their reprieve. they don’t realize that someone paused, saw, and judged their lives worthy of continuing. clover never needs them to know. it's not why they do it.

clover permits these lives to continue without condition because being bigger doesn’t confer more importance. having strength doesn’t mean it must be used to crush the small. that wouldn't be fair now, would it?

and i like to believe this compassion for little critters isn’t so separate from their pursuit of justice; it’s part of the same whole.

justice isn't always the thundering declaration people expect.

justice here wears a shabby hat. walks without sound. respects a balloon's privacy and even waves it goodbye.

justice can very much come in the form of realizing that the most revolutionary thing you can do in a world that worships its own thorns is to be solemnly, persistently kind and just.

even to the things that everyone else would much rather squash than spare.

especially then.

[ruvaidwani]

Schizo Ruvaid :

I once read in a psychology book that the earlier in life that one appears odd, the more severely they’re likely to be impacted by their mental illness later on in life. I guess you could say that’s the case for me. I can trace certain thoughts back to as early as 6 years old. I had crippling social anxiety and would become fearful of totally irrational things. Irrational even for that age. I was freaked out constantly and didn’t even like walking to the bathroom in my own house during the day time. I had this sensation that someone was right behind me all the time. I never felt alone.

My psychotic symptoms appeared when I was 12. They were brief and very spread out then. The first hallucination I ever remember was seeing a black hole or portal in my yard. By 14–15, I was having visual hallucinations nearly constantly. Mostly when I was by myself though. They really scared me . My parents didn’t wanna hear it because it upset them.

Around that time I also started having delusions that stalkers from my old school were crawling in my air vents, so I’d always close the vents. I believed I had to punish myself to absolve the world of its pain and sins and that was my duty on this earth. This led me to hurting or torturing myself in various ways. I believed I had a sort of gift to communicate with the ghost world but I couldn’t brag about it or else I’d be a pompous sinner like all the rest.

I also would hallucinate glowing quotation marks and I thought that was the spirit world quoting my thoughts. Whenever that would happen I’d focus extra hard on whatever I was thinking because I thought the spirits were trying to tell me it had a deeper meaning about how to punish myself for the world. I would also think random things were making vague references to my thoughts and that was a punishment toward me to make me suffer and go crazy.

There was also this delusion I had that my bathroom mirror was a two way mirror and I didn’t shower often because I didn’t want whoever was on the other side to see me naked. And I would see this caterpillar man on the bathroom door and I don’t know why but I believed he was the spirit of a criminal.

When I was 18 I started having more vivid hallucinations as well as nightmares where I’d wake up and see visions. I got these new visuals where shadows would commit suicide in front of me. I also started hearing voices at this time, usually at night. I would hear static and a lady calling me rude names and just repeating words. And I heard a man’s voice saying the name of a TV character. I also began losing my train of thought mid sentence or text or forget what words I’m trying to say. Or I will misread words on paper.

Despite the toll this takes on me, I keep it mostly to myself. I know deep down I am either gifted with the ability to see the forces around us, or I genuinely have schizophrenia.

I stay to myself as much as I can in my room. I do have to study and I manage to get through it. I’d say I’m pretty functional though I am constantly tormented with fears and thoughts. I can never truly chill out because it’s always going on and I can’t just fully ignore it or get used to it. I just hope that it doesn’t progress past this point.

It got worse when I was 18 I started to hallucinate more but it got better after I overcame my addiction but now it's happening again

[joshslater]

Cat

This is my take on a TF request by octuscle. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

I guess it's kind of like what magicians feel like. Sure, you can train all you like in your bedroom, and you can do it in front of your mates, but when you do it for real, for a real audience you get the same jitters before the trick and a certain rush after it. No one noticed how I did the misdirection, how I lifted the phone and stashed it in my pocket in a smooth motion that started well before and ended well after those two events, making it seem completely unrelated and hiding the true intent. I was well out of their sight long before they realized they'd been pickpocketed.

I should have just held the power button to shut it down, make it untraceable until the nerds can open it up, make it lose its mind, and become resellable. Not as a luxury phone as it once was perhaps, but good enough for someone short on cash who was willing to not think too hard about where they got their goods. I should have, but it was like a reflex to press the unlock button once I fished up the phone from my pocket, safe some blocks away. "Chronivac Anti-theft Technology" flashed on the screen and a timer counted down from 10. "Enter pin to deactivate." I frantically pressed and held the power button in various combinations with no effect. Would the phone report its position? I could just leave. Would it make a noise? Wouldn’t matter here, and again, I could just leave.

It did make a short, high-pitched screeching sound and it kind of twisted in my hand. Not like the vibrator went off. More like a static shock, but not quite that either. The sound when it landed on the ground surprised me. A dull rattle and not the normal crisp sound of an iPhone maybe shattering on the stones. Even more surprising was the yellow rubber case with the black Caterpillar CAT logo on the ground. Confused I picked it up and turned it over to find a feature phone in the case, with physical keyboard and all, and on the screen words were scrolling by faster than I could read. I managed some words like "dumber", "stronger", and "stoner". As I stared at the words "manual laborer" I had a nagging feeling I should know what it meant, and that perhaps it wasn't the scrolling speed by the reading speed that was the problem.

The screen said "Wipe complete. All data secured." and turned black.

I tried to remember why I was standing in an empty back alley, but couldn't come up with a good reason. I adjusted my wifebeater inside my dungarees. Dungarees are great because you can play with your balls whenever, but the top isn't really held in place, so it can show you go commando if you aren't careful. I might as well smoke a joint while I figure out where I should be.

[ask-dcf]

Meanwhile, with the young Trio…

*The kids have met many strange creatures, sparing left and right despite it being very tricky in some cases. All of them slowly getting used to their abilities… Now they faced an obstacle….. A catipillar in front of a wall of fog that was vaping…. And was gaming*

*SLAM*

*She holds up a prime drink but instead of prime it says “Pillar”.*

*She crushes it with claws*

*Frisk pulls Chara back*

*With a wave of his hand, he summons a horde of digital butterflies and sends them towards the trio. The cuts they left were sharp and painful, taking away small chunks of their HP making the kids help in pain. Chara looking pissed with her eyes static now.*

*Wings turn sharp and claws come out*

*Frisk pulls Chara back*

*Frisk steps in front of her to face the caterpillar*

*He leans closer to the trio, arms crossed*

*Chara’s eyes twitch in anger*

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Art by @xjunjox

Special monsters and streamerpillar by @theyoshimister

[gumnut-logic]

Unusual Whump List

Here is a short list of unusual paths to whump to inspire fic and/or art. Feel free to reblog, share, and even send me a prompt to see if you can get me writing (maybe include a character as well). Have fun :D

Pulled elastic slap

Frozen confectionery

Attacked by a moose

Stepping on Lego

Bird poop

Pricked by a pin

Slipping in the bathroom

Glitter

Falling pinecone

Stung by a caterpillar

Smell

Caught in a tangle

Stepped on by a dog

Too much food

Attacked by a trophy

Licked by a cat

Static electricity

Reaction to laundry powder

Hit by a ball

Bright light in the dark

Pecked by a bird

Falling bookshelf

Spider at breakfast

Hot glue gun

[grasshopperqueen]

Well I found it quite electrifying that ol' bug girl has her own page! I might just stay awhile! It's been a bit since I found sumthin' that really gives off good vibes y'know? Apparently most people aren't so welcome with havin' constant lightning storms- coulda fooled me, I thought people liked dat junk- I also I see with my lil peepers that you and Eddy has a little thang goin' on ain't that sweet hehe!

Joan felt the hair on her neck stick up and a light buzzing sound fill the room. It wasn’t the kind of buzz she was used to, definitely not the frantic beat of wings, more like… static?

“Good vibes huh? That’s nice to hear!”

She could sympathize with beings who weren’t the fondest of lightning, some caterpillars coil and freeze, certain spiders balloon to safety, and some crustaceans get anxiety attacks.

“Well, they can be a bit intimidating at times.” She replied with a calm demeanor until the topic of a certain telepath was mentioned, causing her antennae to twitch and her face to flush.

Shit people know?!

“Oh! Well, um… I do quite enjoy Edgar’s uhh company.” Joan stammered looking off into nothingness with a foolish fanged grin on her face and killing off her train of thought.

[the-big-boss-of-hell]

Alastor, do you ever show picture books to Lumi? Even if you aren't up to actually reading them to him, he might enjoy the colorful pictures. Babies generally like colors

The warm glow of the nursery lamp bathed the small room in soft light as Alastor sat beside Lumi’s crib, a stack of picture books balanced on his lap. Lumi lay in his crib, cooing softly, his crimson eyes fixated on his father. Alastor cleared his throat nervously.

Alastor: *softly, attempting to read* The very hungry... caterpillar ate through... one apple.

His voice wavered, the usual booming confidence absent, replaced by a hesitance that made him wince. Lumi gurgled, seemingly unbothered by the broken cadence, but Alastor felt the weight of his struggle. He wanted to speak freely again, to find the voice that had once commanded attention, but the words felt foreign on his tongue.

Alastor: *quietly, to himself* Come now, you’re not that broken. Just read the next page.

He took a deep breath and turned the page, his tone growing steadier as he continued.

Alastor: On Tuesday, he ate through two pears, but he was still hungry...

Just as a flicker of confidence returned, a sharp crackle pierced the air. Alastor froze. The radio perched on the nearby dresser clicked on without warning, static filling the room. His breath caught as he heard his own voice through the speakers—low, breathy, unmistakably moaning in the middle of sex.

“Oh Vox~ You’re the best~ I’m glad I saved my virginity for you~”

Alastor: *anguish in his eyes, whispering* No...

Then came Vox’s unmistakable laugh, cold and mocking, layered with malice.

Vox: *through the radio* Oh, darling. Did you think you could hide from me forever? That you could run away from what we had?

Alastor stood abruptly, his hands trembling as he clenched the book tightly.

Alastor: *through gritted teeth* Get out of my home, Vox.

Vox: *ignoring him, voice dripping with venom* You always did have such a flair for drama. But I forgive you, you know. For killing our baby.

Alastor’s grip on the book tightened until the spine cracked.

Vox: Oh, come now, Al. Did you really think that would be our only child together? You know me Al~ I always have backups.

The radio buzzed, Vox’s laughter fading into static before the room fell silent again. Alastor stood frozen, his reflection in the nursery window staring back at him, his eyes wild with rage and fear.

Lumi let out a soft cry, breaking the tense silence. Alastor turned to his son, his expression softening as he knelt by the crib and gently stroked Lumi’s cheek.

Alastor: *unable to speak once more but cries as he’d trying not to panic*

[phalene-rouge]

This is my AU where Valentino spawned in Hell as a caterpillar and not yet a moth ! He will eventually become the embodiment of love (twisted kind, obsessive and manipulative) and lust but when he start here he was just a little caterpillar with the head filled with dream of becoming a movie director !

I roleplayed him with @hypnoticmoth and we can see Val trying to sell his scenarios and scripts to the soon to be overlord Vox but unfortunately he made fun of him and made his fur all puffed with static 🥲

I hope you enjoy this design for Caterpillar Val ! 🐛📺🦋❤️

[weeklyvocajournal]

Weekly Vocajournal #46 (12/08 - 18/08)

This weekend is Youtube Music Weekend, which will be featuring some Vocalsynth producers and vocalsynth-adjacent musicians. I'm personally looking forward to Sheeno Mirin's, AHUB's, and the IA concert among others. Check the event playlist here.

Mwk - Dive To You (ft. MEIKO)

The PIECE OF POPSTAR album series is shaping up to be the place to find some good pop-y electronic music, and this is my favorite entry from this album.

Digital Static - Gravity (ft. Stardust Infinity)

This might actually be the first time for me hearing growl/scream vocals with Stardust! Great rock/metal song.

Hinode ISUZU - Ankoro, Nun katsu, Nanikare (ft. Lily) [Self-cover]

I like this a lot more than the original version, both the instrumentals and Lily as a singer. Also, it seems like they got banned from tumblr and are trying to restore their account; what a pity, I discovered them from here.

Giga - Antimetry (ft. Kagamine Len)

Not a new song by any means, but my favorite Len work by him is finally out on YT (even if only by YT releases) and I wanted to celebrate.

Takumi Hayashida - Teacher A (ft. Hatsune Miku)

Simple, cozy MV for a simple, cozy acoustic guitar song. Love the caterpillar scurrying about.

Other Cool Stuff

K-chi - 純み藤わずらい (ft. Yuzuki Yukari)

surii - Obake (ft. Kasane Teto SV, Kagamine Len)

fallstay - Gängerism (ft. vflower)

moso4 - Tsuki ni Tokeru (ft. KAITO)

Chinozo - Damatte-chan (ft. Kasane Teto SV)

ADORE KIRIN - Night Routine (ft. KAFU)

TaKU.K - Apocalypse ni Warau Majo (ft. Gumi SV)

Guchiry - Angel Halo (ft. Otomachi Una)

Giga - Dear (ft. Hatsune Miku) [Reol ver.]

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

I'm coming to BURNING MAN! On TUESDAY (Aug 27) at 1PM, I'm giving a talk called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! at PALENQUE NORTE (7&E). On WEDNESDAY (Aug 28) at NOON, I'm doing a "Talking Caterpillar" Q&A at LIMINAL LABS (830&C).

#15yrsago Charlie Stross and Paul Krugman talk science fiction and economics at the WorldCon https://www.antipope.org/charlie/blog-static/2009/08/a_fireside_chat.html

#15yrsago Continental imprisons 50 passengers overnight in grounded plane with no food, overflowing toilets https://web.archive.org/web/20090812094858/https://www.startribune.com/local/east/52798827.html?elr=KArksLckD8EQDUoaEyqyP4O:DW3ckUiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUUF

#15yrsago Stephenson’s Orth-speak Hugo acceptance speech https://www.flickr.com/photos/doctorow/3810606986/

#15yrsago Bruce Sterling’s story on the merger of blogging and scientific discovery https://web.archive.org/web/20090813092704/https://www.discovermagazine.com/2009/jul-aug/10-in-the-future-doing-science-is-like-blogging

#5yrsago How facial recognition has turned summer camp into a dystopia for campers, parents, counsellors and photographers (but not facial recognition vendors) https://www.washingtonpost.com/technology/2019/08/08/summer-camps-turn-facial-recognition-parents-demand-more-smiles-please/

#5yrsago Pressed about Amazon deforestation, Bolsonaro proposes only shitting on alternate days to remediate climate change https://www.bbc.com/news/world-latin-america-49304358

#5yrsago The FBI keeps boasting about all its “domestic terror” arrests, but it can’t name a single one https://www.propublica.org/article/fbi-domestic-terrorism-arrest-data

#1yrago The long bezzle: Verizon can remain irrational longer than you can remain solvent https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/10/smartest-guys-in-the-room/#can-you-hear-me-now

Community voting for SXSW is live! If you wanna hear RIDA QADRI and me talk about how GIG WORKERS can DISENSHITTIFY their jobs with INTEROPERABILITY, VOTE FOR THIS ONE!

[kiraxo]

What are your fav songs?:D

My fav songs change all the time but rn

Break on Through (to the other side) - The Doors

C'mere - Interpol

Hey Bulldog - The Beatles

Faint - Linkin Park

Street Spirit (fade out) - Radiohead

Static Age - Misfits

The Caterpillar - The Cure

One Hunderd Years - The Cure

Modern Love - David Bowie

Boys Keep Swinging - David Bowie

Wonderwall - Oasis

Dogs - Pink Floyd

Brain damage - Pink Floyd

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Spellbound - Siouxsie and The Banshees

(+ a lot more but I feel like its already too long) ( also not in order)

But pls pls pls send me recommendations I love expanding my music taste <33

[kotte-store]

TELEPORT TO THE MENS DEPT

Landmark: TMD Event Date: 5th May 2024 - 30th June 2024 Event Information: themensdeptsl.com

Caterpillar information:

Unrigged static mesh (position can be moved).

Attaches to head or hold on finger and can be rezzed (6Li).

12-14 colours for body and accessory parts.

Hide and unhide accessories to mix and match.

Demo available to view at event.

Single pack: L$500 L$350 (30% off)

Thank you so much for the support ♥

Lots of love from, kotte by Angelica Song

Flickr Group: https://www.flickr.com/groups/2907492@N24/

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☞ Update log:

[ 2024.06.30 ] Placed in mainstore.

[ 2024.05.05 ] Release at TMD