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eules are the type of mfs to go “yessir!! 🫡” to any order in unison and then scramble off in 30 directions
#vera rambles#eule tag#i’m sorry this is stupid#storch: get out of my face!!#eules: yessir!!! 🫡🫡🫡#scuffle scuffle scuffle
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pondering corrupted storches....... im stroking my wizard beard deep in contemplation. this straight up might make zero sense but eurm. i dont think theyre real! at least not in the same way the corrupted eules, mynahs, and stars are i'm under the belief that sierpinski is currently the only place being Fleshed for Real. nowhere is straight up noneuclidian and also at the bottom of a mine and rotfront seems to take place during ariane's time there. also ariane's room is straight up in the wall and the train still runs despite the Flesh i say this because corrupted storches only appear in nowhere and rotfront! at least if my memory is correct that is.. not to mention theyre a bit more? Weird? than the other corrupteds. the stars, eules, and mynahs are all visibly "oh yeah that guy got fleshed. shucks." but storches have an entire leg sticking out of their face, not to mention that leg looks different from their actual legs (for example, it isn't jointed!). How does that even Get there?
while I can definitely see the argument that it's just even More proof that reality is breaking down and both nowhere and rotfront are the result of reality eroding into flesh thanks to ariane, I think its more fun to consider it an off-branch dimension like the red desert that can distort reality as it pleases, including making storches grow legs for faces! In the "normal" dimension, Sierpinski is the only place fleshed, nowhere doesn't exist, and rotfront is proudly flesh-free. Or it could be that ariane pulled those places from space and time and fleshed them in the off-branch dimension and theyre just Missing from the normal one. I don't know. I'm just trying to figure out why there's no corrupted storches on Sierpinski when we see a dorm room full of dead ones ripe for the fleshening. and it's not that replikas can't be fleshed once they're dead, on the worker floor at the beginning of the game there's two visibly dead and not-fleshed eules who become corrupted eules later on.
so why not the storches? why do they only appear corrupted in nowhere and rotfront? i can tell you..... let me get my tinfoil hat on first... its because they don't exist! and neither does nowhere or rotfront! at least not in our dimension! love wins! this probably makes no sense sorry i ponder this game so often
#signalis#corrupted storches..... holding you up like a wizard orb... what are you...#if anyone else has any thoughts or ideas please please let me know!!!!#and if i missed something that disproves all of this well. heh. smirks. i may be stupid
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Check it out on Wattpad too. I'll also be posting it on AO3 if my account gets approved! Note: Rabengeiers belong to @sosadraws. Check her post out, it's real good.
Chapter 1
Magazin adjusted her hair, looking into the mirror. She kept it in a ponytail, which was hard at first, seeing as she has rather short hair, but eventually she asked a Eule to teach her how to put it up. The other starlings in the cadre teased her a bit, but she didn’t mind all too much. It was only friendly teasing, and her hair might as well be the only form of individuality she could get. All starlings had the same face, same body, and until a fair bit of time passed, the same personality, with few exceptions. It was rather pretty face, she had to admit, so she found it hard to complain, but still, it was nice to have something other than her designation to define her.
She washed her face, trying to wake up a bit more. She slept in this morning, so going to the cafeteria for coffee would hardly be possible with what time she had. Instead, she used the coldest water the sink would spout and thoroughly rinsed her face, hoping the cold fluid would help awaken her. Truth be told, refreshing as it was, she didn’t feel much better.
Magazin sighed and walked out the bathroom door, striding back into the STAR dorm for her gear. Most of the other starlings were already out and about, some at the cafeteria finishing breakfast, some already on patrol. She nodded at another tired looking starling, Clip, her name was, as she walked in. She just finished the night shift, and looked it too. Clip threw off her armor, tossing it to the side of her bunk, grunting a greeting. “Morning, Magz.”
“Long night?” Magazin asked.
“Every night.”
Clip flopped onto her bunk, tossing her blanket over her tall frame. Magazin knew she meant well, and was always tired in the morning. She’d be much more chipper in the evening, having slept.
Magazin picked up Clip’s discarded armor and hung it on its respective rack. The last thing she needed was another memo from their Adler or some other authority figure about the “near-hazardous living space of the Protektor force.”, as amusing as it was to see the resident Adler scrunch his face in disgust at the sight of empty cans and unmade beds, she’d rather not upset him. Besides, he was rather easy get along with. Though Magazin couldn’t remember his name for the life of her, she did remember a lengthy conversation about fountain pens, and he was much nicer than the other units make him sound.
She donned her own armor, picking her pistol from the safe. She loaded it, making sure the safety was on before she cocked and holstered it. It was protocol to fully unload the gun before putting it in the safe for curfew. Any incidents were severely punished, and rightly so. Getting accidentally shot by a friendly gun was never in anyone’s to-do list, not that getting shot at all was a great idea. After making sure her cap was on right, she headed out the door.
The familiar bustle of the Kitezh Supply and Communications facility, more officially called M-01 Möbius, was an odd yet present comfort. Armed gestalt soldiers quickly strolled through the halls, some wounded, others carrying large crates, presumably food supplies or ammunition. Storches passed the gestalts easily, their speed attributed to their natural longer strides. Every now and then she’d pass a fellow starling, either standing guard or walking to whatever job was tasked onto them. She wasn’t the most popular in the cadre but she certainly wasn’t unpopular either, so she gets nods and even a tip of a hat or two as she walks by.
Magazin eventually reaches her guard post, nodding at the tired-looking starling already standing guard. She gives Magazin a pat on the shoulder, walking towards the dorms.
Magazin stands guard, watching the corridor. It’s the same experience every day, soldiers and Eules and gestalt janitors and repair workers passing by. She didn’t mind, usually. The Eules always brought with them a sort of air of joy, always smiling, sometimes even laughing as they pass by. The gestalts tended to steer clear of her, which ultimately made sense. It was her job to keep them in line, and as a protektor who towered over them, she was intimidating and she knew it. Then of course there were the rabengeiers. Black Vultures. These replikas dealt with potentionally hazardous biowaste, and that meant bodies. And at M-01 Möbius, there were lots of bodies. Acting as one of the main relay points on the frontline, between imperial raids and being the point where bodies are kept before being shipped to whatever their home world is- or was, corpses were common at the facility. Rabengeiers were nice enough, but seeing someone cart a tarp-covered corpse while covered in their white and blue hazmat suits, red eye receptors glinting behind their goggles, it was hard not to be intimidated. On a good day they carted around an intact body under a tarp. On a bad one it was hard to tell the difference between a normal trash bag and whatever mess of limbs was inside the body bag. At least it would be if not for the blood that leaked into the pristine white table. Security was rough but Magazin did not envy them.
Above her, Magazin could hear noises in the ceiling. Not just footsteps from the upper floors, either. It was likely an Ara unit, maybe two, clambering from one end of the vent to the other. The clambering stopped not far from Magazins spot, while more noise furthered on. The vent creaked open, and an Ara unit popped out, upside down, grinning and using one hand to hold her hat to her head, even though she could have buckled it properly.
“Good morning, Magzie”
The Ara unit was at eye level, hanging from the vent. Magazin didn’t even have to look up.
“Kupfer.” She said, greeting her. “What’s today’s haul?”
Kupfer reached into her bag, which she kept firmly clipped onto her belt, pulling out a candy bar.
“Caramel this time.”
For reasons Magazin never did understand, Kupfer had taken a liking to her. An oddity, considering Aras are unsociable most times, and talking to them at all is rare since they’re in the vents the vast majority of the day.
Kupfer passed the bar over, the wrapper crinkling under her fingers. Kupfer was dating one of the kitchen Eules, a rather sweet one named Nelke who worked in the kitchens. She kept Kupfer well stocked with whatever leftovers were there.
Magazin unwrapped the bar, taking a bite. Caramel oozed from the inside of the bar and into her mouth.
“How’d you get your hands on this one?” Magazin asked, covering her mouth with one hand. “The caramels always get sold out so fast.”
“Nelke saved them for me.” Kupfer pulled out her own candy bar and took a bite. How she was comfortable eating upside down was a mystery to her. Kupfer finished the bar in two bites, wiping her mouth with her hand. She managed to wipe away a chocolate crumb and smudge the soot covering her face. For some reason the Ara unit always had soot or some other mechanical excrete on her face. Sometimes oil, sometimes even sawdust, though Aras aren’t even meant to work with wood. Try as Magazin might, Nelke was the only one who could get Kupfer to clean her face off.
“She told me to bring one for you too.”
“That’s really nice of her. I didn’t know she knew about me.”
“Oh, I told her all about you.”
“Really now?”
“Sure.” Kupfer tossed the crumpled wrapper into a trash bin. Admittedly a good throw. “All good things. You’re the only protektkor that actually talks to me.”
“Well, so long as you make me sound cool.”
“Not as cool as me, but pretty close.” Kupfer twisted around, falling from the vent and hanging on with both hands as Magazin finished her bar and pocketed the wrapper. Hanging from the ceiling, the shorter unit was still just about eye level.
“Wanna know what a little birdie told me?” She grinned at Magazin, who raised an eyebrow.
“Sure.”
“You’ve got a mission.”
“Yeah, right. Which birdie told you that?”
“Oh, you know. Little chirps here and there.”The Ara units may be gossips at times but they do have an odd moral of never putting a name to the action. Kupfer wasn’t going to say which bird, though it was probably a Storch.
“It’s true though.” Kupfer continued. “You’re gonna go with two other Starlings, I think. Maybe a Eule and an Ara. Probably gestalts too. Something about communications or whatever.”
“Huh. That’ll be interesting then.”
“For you. I’m going to be bored without you for the next few cycles.”
“Aww, you’re really gonna miss me? You’re a sweet one, Kupfer.”
“Don’t push it, Magz. Nelke already calls me sweet anyway.”
“What else does she call you? Sweetie pie? Pookums? Maybe even Snuggle cub?”
“Nope, nope, and nope! She calls me princess.” Kupfer gave Magazin a grin, before blushing. “Sometimes she does call me Sweetie.”
A beep came from Kupfer’s belt.
“Ugh. I gotta go.” She said as she twisted back into the vent. She poked her head out.
“Hey, don’t die, yeah? It would be a shame to have you shipped back here by the rabengeiers in a plastic bag.”
“I hereby promise to do my best. Now get out of here before you get in trouble for being late.”
Kupfer shot Magazin a grin before shutting the vent with a click.
With Kupfer gone again, guard duty went back to boring. With but a few passing greetings from Eules rushing by, all she could do was stand at attention, looking for disturbances she hoped she’d never see.
Fortunately, guard duty was uneventful as always. She watched as the next guard walked across the hall to take over. Auslösen, everybody called her. She was an odd starling, showing sweetness that could rival a Eule, but the social straightforwardness of an Ara. Auslösen pointed at Magazin’s face.
“You’ve got chocolate on your lip.”
Magazin wiped her face with the back of her hand. The starling shook her head.
“Still there.”
Magazin wiped again. Auslösen pulled a napkin from her pouch.
“Hold still, Magz.”, she said, reaching over. She steadied Magazin’s head with her hand and wiped the leftover candy with the other.
“You still have the wrapper?”
Magazin pulled the plastic from her pocket, which Auslösen swiftly grabbed.
“I’ll throw it out.” She said.
“Thanks, Aus.”
“Don’t worry about it. Hey, go eat something.” Auslösen adjusted Magazin’s hat. “You haven’t eaten anything other than that, candy, have you?”
“I have not, no.”
“You should grab a bite then. Kommandantin told me to let you know you’re on call.”
So Kupfer was right. There is a mission.
“Thanks. You rock, Aus.”
“Of course I do. Now move it to the cafeteria before the Eules close up.”
Magazin saluted and walked off, catching a glimpse of Auslösen tossing the napkin and wrapper into the trash bin. She turned a corner, checking her internal time module. There’s still time left. And-
She walked straight into a Eule. Papers scattered and the poor owl crashed to the floor, while Magazin staggered.
“Shit! Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you hurt?”
The Eule picked herself up and started gathering her papers.
“No, I’m okay.” She replied. “I wasn’t looking either. Oof, I’m gonna be late. I can’t keep Kommandantin waiting.”
Magazin picked up the papers as well, stacking them neatly and extending a hand to help the Eule up. She could see her marking: EULR-M0156. A medical pack was slung across her shoulder.
“Thank you.” The smaller unit said, getting up. Magazin handed her the paper stack.
“Of course. Sorry again for barging into you like that.”
The Eule smiled. “It’s okay. Just try not to trip over the Kolibris, mm-kay?” Her tone was akin to a song, little lilts in her accent. Magazin smiled back at her.
“I’ll make sure to be more careful.”
The Eule nodded at her and carried on, waking a bit faster.
Magazin watched her walk away, feeling slightly bad. It wasn’t her fault, it was hard at best to see around the corners and Eules are a foot shorter than her. Still, can’t be fun getting hit in the face by someone in rock-hard armor. Magazin purged the thought from her mind and kept walking. She was hungry and she might not get to eat later.
The cafeteria by now was mostly empty. Just a few workers finishing coffee or some other small snack. Magazin herself got a large cup of the caffeinated drink and a ration pack. The coffee was too bitter and the ration was tasteless but food was food and she needed to eat.
The loudspeaker sounded out a ping.
“STAR-M0124, STAR-M0112, STAR-M0102, please report to Hanger 4.”
STAR-M0124. That’s her. As the order repeated Magazin tossed her empty ration pack and cup at the trash and missed entirely. She picked it up and threw the waste again, this time with success.
It only took 3 minutes to reach Hanger 4, it’s not far from the cafeteria. She could already see one of the other Starlings, STAR-M0112, Bolzen. She looked at Magazin, standing straight and arms behind her back, looking more like a general than a security technician. As Magazin got closer, she spotted a Kolibri and a Eule, the Eule obviously a nurse unit with her green medical bag, and the Kolibri…well, she looked like any other Kolibri, Magazin didn’t know her name.
Magazin strolled over, shaking Bolzen’s hand and nodding at the Eule, before saluting the Kolibri. Another Starling walked into the hanger. This one Magazin didn’t know. Judging by the numerous scars where her shell plates were welded back together, she was one of the older starlings. She extended her hand.
“Zwiete.” She said, introducing herself.
“Magazin.” Magazin said. “This is Bolzen.”
The Kolibri nodded.
“KLBR-M0105. This is Tulpe.” She gestured to the Eule. Magazin recognized her now, she was the same Eule she ran into, this time without her papers; she must have dropped them off while Magazin was in the cafeteria. Magazin smiled sheepishly. The Eule smiled right back in full earnest. It made her feel a bit better. The Kolibri continued.
“We’re still waiting on one other. And-“
She was cut off by the slam of a vent opening, then an Ara unit crawled out. Magazin was always shocked by how fluidly they moved, especially in such small spaces. If she was being well and truly honest it was rather creepy, like watching a spider crawl.
“Sorry I’m late. Gas leak took longer than I thought.” The Ara said, pulling off a gas mask. She left her goggles on, her all-familiar Ara hat was still on her head, and unlike Kupfer’s it was strapped onto her chin properly.
The Kolibri nodded, turning towards a small plane at the end of the hangar, gesturing to follow. A Storch unit stood next to the vehicle, arms crossed. Behind her were two gestlalts, pilots by the look of their uniforms. An older man with white hair and large mustache leaning on the frame, smoking a comically large pipe, and a young woman with a snake tattoo on her neck, sitting on a crate.
The Storch looked at them. “Apologies for the sudden assignment. Today’s mission was only deemed important this morning and time is short.” She said. She seemed bitter, as if she wanted the mission accounted for sooner. “You will fly out east, to deliver a message to the 56th attack platoon. We lost communications two days ago but recon shows they’re alive. However, the enemy is setting up artillery and the we have roughly three days before our soldiers die. You are to deliver them news and information on the artillery and the orders of retreat. We believe their vehicles are still functional. Provide any support needed until the platoon arrives back here. Any questions so far?”
Silence.
“Excellent. Likelihood of enemy anti-air is low. Tank presence is possible. If you do go down the mission is not aborted. You have 10 minutes to gather your weapons and board the plane. KLBR-M0105 will lead the assignment. Dismissed.”
The Storch unit saluted and walked away, leaving them. The Kolibri nodded.
“Weapon case is over there. Board the plane when you’re ready." she said, turning to board. The Ara and Tulpe followed her. Magazin and the other starlings turned towards the case put out for them. She was already armed with her pistol, of course. But it would be foolish to not take a more aggressive firearm, especially since it’s rare to be privileged with such firepower. She picked up an assault rifle. The StG-940, chambered in 5.56 caliber rounds. This one had a red dot scope attached and a vertical grip. She picked up extra magazines and tucked them onto her belt.
Magazin looked over. Bolzen had already chosen a large DMR and Zwiete was still inspecting a shorter shotgun. Magazin walked to the plane, nodding at the two pilots as she boarded and sat down. Luckily, the seats were against the wall and facing to the inside of the plane, giving her ample leg room. The Kolibri was still standing, and Tulpe was already sitting down, reading a book she likely borrowed from a Kolibri. The Ara unit was also sitting, her bag between her legs instead of up in the storage bins above the seats.
It was only a minute before Zwiete boarded, followed by the gestalts. The younger one sat in the pilot’s seat while the older man went for the copilot’s. The pilot tapped the microphone.
“This is your captain speaking. I’m Hana and this is Bernhard. Please buckle up and hold tight.” The engines roared to life and the plane began moving. “This is gonna be a smooth ride with clear skies and sand. Like every other day here. Try not to throw up during takeoff and landing. Or at all.”
The plane took off. Such a small plane didn’t have retractable landing gear, and the hum of the engine was loud through the armored walls. Not long after takeoff Bernhard stood up from his seat, walking steadily on what could only be called an unstable floor.
“We’re looking at an hour’s ride, so get comfortable.” He said. He looked at Tulpe, immersed in her book. “Smart lass, she is.” He turned to the Ara unit. “You can take the plant out. Keeping it in a bag can’t be good for it.”
She looked confused, before embarrassedly unzipping her bag and pulling out a potted flower, moving aside her tools, and placing it on the seat next to her. Magazin could see Zweite raise an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything. The Kolibri, for her part, seemed unbothered. She glanced up, grinned, and went back to poring over the map of the area. She probably knew of the contraband from the start. Bernhard smiled and went back to the copilots seat. The Ara unit seemed more happy than anything else now that she could keep her plant out. Magazin stood up, hand on the ceiling to steady herself, walking over to Bernhard.
“How’d you know she had a plant?” She asked.
Bernhard grinned as he flicked a switch.
“I work with Ara units in the hanger a lot. They don’t go far from them, and nobody ever gets them in trouble for bringing ‘em.”
“They always have plants on them?”
“I’ve been in these seats for 40 years and only one Ara left her plant behind. Never did any of the higher-ups mind it either.”
“Huh. Well, I-“
A loud sound interrupted her. She could hear Zwiete shout.
“We’re hit!”
Magazin scrambled over, looking out the window. The wing had a hole in it, a worryingly big one.
“I thought there wasn’t anti-air!” The Kolibri shouted.
“There isn’t!” Hana screamed back. “They have fucking tanks! Buckle the fuck up!”
Magazin went for her seat, but the plane tilted violently and she fell over. She heard Tulpe scream.
Firm hands grabbed her and hauled her into her seat. Zwiete pushed her down as Magazin grappled the buckle shut. A tank round tore through the floor, hitting the ceiling and falling in front of Zwiete. More shots. Metal shards of the plane flew across the space. At this point the plane was shuddering and creaking a hideous cacophony of metal bending as it tried to hold together. What was louder, the metal of the plane screaming as it cracked, the thunder of the tank cannons or the engine trying to function, Magazin couldn’t tell.
Another explosion, louder. The engine on the right side of the plane burst into flame, spitting shards of metal cross the sky and into the plane. Tulpe screamed louder and the Ara’s face was contorted in pain, a piece of the engine imbedded in her arm, blood spurting onto the floor.
Screams. Who was screaming? Zwiete was silent, eyes shut tight. Bolzen? Tulpe? Hana was screaming. The cockpit was on fire. Magazin was screaming too, she realized. The plane wasn’t flying anymore, it was falling. How could she tell? She couldn’t look out the window and her thoughts were a mess. But she knew they were falling now, fast.
More screams, the plane, her, Tulpe, Hana, then more screams still. Then-
Nothing.
#WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#I'm feeling good about this one fellers#This is a Star x Star fanfic btw#that's like the reason i wrote it#NOT FINISHED please wait i got more coming.#starling#star signalis#starling signalis#ara#arar#ara signalis#arar signalis#eule#eule signalis#kolibri#kolibri signalis#storch#storch signalis#signalis fanart#signalis#writing#my art#creative writing
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Replika Lounge
It is the late evening hours after a particularly long shift. Falke and Adler are sitting together reading reports, Storch and Kolibri are writing reports, Eules are cleaning and the Stars are playing cards. Propaganda music is playing on wall mounted speaker.
"I think we should call it a night," Falke says to Adler.
"I agree ma'am." The two start packing up their materials. "Would you like me to accompany you back to your quarters?"
"I appreciate the offer Alder but I have to quickly lecture certain units who ignored clearly marked No Smoking signs around the facility." Falke stares directly at the Stars who try to hide behind their cards.
Adler wanted to linger around to see the Stars get reprimanded but didn't want to argue with Falke's orders. "I will see you tomorrow ma'am." He saluted which Fallen returned. He couldn't help flash a smug smile at the Stars as he passed. Though their mouths were covered with masks, their eyes revealed what they thought of the administration Replika.
The door opened, Adler exited and then the door closed. Everyone waited. Their eyes turned to Kolibri, who glanced up from her work with a look of concentration.
"Okay, he's gone," Kolibri said after a few moments.
The whole room visibly relaxed, including Falke.
"Thank the Great Revolutionary," Falke sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Honestly, all day the guy is up my ass."
It is a nice ass.
Falke grinned and pointed her finger at one of the Storchs, having heard her thoughts. "Watch it, Legs." The Storch responded with a grin of her own.
"Alright you lot," Star stood and knocked her knuckles on the ceiling. "Coast is clear."
The ceiling panels were removed and a group of Arars came down with cables and computers.
Tables with computers and keyboards were set up and most of the Replikas present sat at a terminal. The monitors were turned on and DOOM appeared on the screen.
It was Friday night DOOM deathmatching and as the game got underway, the Eules put out snacks before clustering around one of their cadre, cheering her on.
"Get the Super Shotgun!"
"Star, are you seriously just using a pistol," asked Storch.
"Of course. I don't need anything else," Star replied cockily.
"Well you'll rethink that when you get a shotgun blast to the face!"
"Oh no!" cried Kolibri. "Commander Falke is going for the BFG!"
The room groaned as Falke let out an evil cackle.
"You can't escape from me!"
The next morning
Adler made his way to Commander Falke's office. He noted with disdain the sluggish way the Replikas were going about their task. When he reached Falke's door he opened it and found the commander hunched her desk looking tired. Adler shook his head with pity and delivered her morning coffee.
Poor Commander. She must've been working late into the night. She carries this facility on her shoulders.
Falke ran a hand over her face and cursed her creators for creating Replikas that could experience hangovers.
#Signalis#Falke is all about team buildingg exercises#Their terminals aren't equipped to run Quake yet
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SIGNALIS Big Teef Fic Preview!
Did anybody want a fic with the Big Teef? No? Well, too bad, you're getting one anyway. Have a taste!
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"Hey, when were you going to tell me you have fangs?"
Elster pauses, having just gotten engrossed in a scene of tense questioning. "Excuse me?"
Ariane sits beside her at the table, lays down the Replika overview, leans her elbows on it and rests her chin on folded hands, giving the Replika a look that to any Gestalt would be similar to a parent wanting to know why their kids didn't do what was asked of them – or rather, like she's taken on the role of detective in the midst of questioning. Elster lifts her eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.
Ariane elaborates as if telling an anecdote from her Rotfront years. "I looked through the Replika overview again to see if there was anything I could pick up to help you out, or do something for you, when... in the corner of my little eye, I spy... a schematic. A schematic, El Bell. Of retractable canine teeth. Which you are in possession of, and neglected to inform me."
Elster closes her eyes, knowing where this is going.
"Ariane."
"Now, I don't ask the time of day from a clock..."
"Liebchen."
"But I'm not shy about how hot I am for nibbles and love bites..."
"Light of my life."
"And you didn't think to tell me? When were you going to tell me?"
"Settle down, dramatic. They're for self-defense, not for sexy time. Besides, it's not even unique to LSTRs – all Replikas have them."
Ariane blinks in surprise. "Wait, seriously? Even Eules?" Having such teeth makes sense for a Storch or Star, but an Eule?
"Absolutely. I once heard that a secretary unit back at headquarters almost bit the fingers off an untrained Storch who got too ugly with her. Not sure how it ended, but I like to think Frau Beißer got off with a warning and the Storch never lived it down. Self-defense, like I said. With combat units it's a last resort in case one runs out of ammunition or doesn't have a melee weapon ready."
Ariane's eyes widen. Eules always looked so delicate to her with how lightly they carried themselves, but it seems even those domestic units are made of sterner stuff than expected. Her eyes lower to Elster's mouth. Elster gives her a knowing look.
"No."
"I didn't say anything!"
"You have that 'in the interest of science' look on your face."
"I just want to see them for myself! There's nothing wrong with that! Show me, please? It's not like I'll ever see them in a combat situation, unless we get picked up by aliens or something."
Elster stares. Ariane stares back, pleading and doe-eyed, just seconds away from deploying the dreaded pouty bottom lip. Elster gives in, of course. She can never really refuse humoring her love, so she teasingly grouses like it's such a chore.
"Ach, fine."
Ariane tries not to drum her fingers happily while Elster pops the mandibles in her jaw, mouth opening. Nothing out of the ordinary, just 28 white teeth – go figure Replikas aren't manufactured with wisdom teeth – and then Elster curls her lips back wolfishly, her canines extending with an audible click.
There is, of course, the knee-jerk flicker of saucy fascination since Ariane does so love when Elster bites her, but in the moment it's also tempered by actual scientific curiosity. Elster's lengthened teeth are only sharp at the very tips, as Ariane knows from experience, so while they probably can pierce through flesh or biomechanical components they must be intended for crushing and tearing, clamping down and keeping a steady grip thanks to powerful jaws.
A rather specific detail from the Replika overview comes to mind: the LSTR unit has a bite force of 1250 PSI at minimum. Ariane's heard of certain Vinetan animals having a comparable bite, capable of piercing through the skulls of their prey. The knowledge of this results in a revelatory daydream of hostile alien forces intercepting their little ship and abducting Ariane, causing Elster to crush an extraterrestrial skull or spine between her teeth as she goes in a rampaging rescue...
"Ari," Elster drawls. The extended fangs seem to mess with her speech, an added lisp causing her accent to border on nonsensical. "Ye hab dat look."
Ariane shakes her head. "I wasn't thinking of anything sexy this time, honest!"
"Uh-huh. Cad I pud dese away now? Iz hahd to talk."
#signalis#preview#ariane yeong#elster 512#why yes i do like to imagine elster CHOMPING DOWN on her enemies and dragging them around with her teeth. why do you ask?#kolibri compensate for being so tiny by having a jaw like a thylacine. they open FUCKEN WIDE. and WILL bite your ankles.#storch like to bite metal as a jaw exercise. it looks funny until they bend the metal. and they will bite during interrogations.#mynahs like to compare their tusks to those of an old vinetan movie about a giant turtle. because turtle is friend to all children!#stars have the triangular shark style teef for intimidation. some paint teef on their masks. the mask is to protect YOU from THEM.#ara teef are mostly to keep anyone who Isn't Allowed outside their tunnels. mind your fingers.#eules have 'vampire style' teef because gestalts think it's oddly cute on them. do not be fooled. if she wanna go off she'll do some damage#falkes have oni style retractable tusks. because it's cool and intimidating and sexy and easily distinguishable and tusks are SCARY.#adlers don't have big teef because they're administrators but they do still have strong jaws. some will sharpen their teef to emulate falke#those adlers are cool and like to Get Shit Done so they can go back to doing their own thing and stim in peace.#thank you for coming to my ted talk
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There is something masterfully swagful about Aras.
Her default expression is uncannily able to look simultaneously concerned yet disappointed in you at the same time.
She's the poster child for a 'live slug reaction' meme. They live in your walls. She's a plantita. She's underneath the floorboards. She's your all-purpose repairman. Their entire cadre will talk shit about you if you're an asshole. She's also six feet tall.
If she ever goes insane she'll hide in the tunnels she's built inside your building and never come out and probably die there. The government doesn't recommend attempting to retrieve them when that happens.
The funky hat is a plus too.
Some enjoy Storches or Stars on the fact that they are tall and they will bash your face in, or mayhaps a Eule because they are so full of joyous whimsy wrapped in a neat box of housewife material, or perhaps Adler because I too would try and stop my 8 foot tall commander I am emotionally codependent on from getting skewered like a reverse-kebab for the 100th time, or maybe Falke because it's Falke.
But can your girl build a boat? Look at the Ara behind Elster. She's showing you that boat because she's proud of that boat.
Wait a few more seconds and her entire cadre's gonna go and admire that boat with you🥰
#signalis#ara#ARAR#i should have a tag for my signalis posts hmm#sierpinski shitposting#there you go
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Signalis Post (barely coherent thought vomit)
So I finished signalis on Monday and i think ive just about recovered enough for me to make a gush post about it on tumblr dot com, which i think i have to do cause i dont think any other game has really hit me as hard as this one. Spoilers obvs.
Being pre-transion, with that associated depression and closing off from oneself, ive always found it difficult to get out my feelings, even in private with just myself, and yet signalis has filled me throughout with its beautiful romantic melancholy and left me genuinely sobbing for the gay robot and her space girlfriend (almost worried that if id played this game on estrogen it might actually have just killed me on the spot). the only other times i can think of where i really cried were playing We Know The Devil near the beginning of the year, which really fkin hit the part of me that struggles to accept myself, and that time i rewatched the last episode of she-ra after reading the ‘Word War Etheria’ fanfic, which brings the characters so much more to life i fell for them all over again.
Signalis is a game that calls back to a lot of classic horror like resident evil and silent hill, which i havent got round to playing any of yet, but i think nostalgia works both ways sometimes and i’ll be playing them sooner now. sometimes horror gets stereotyped as all death and violence, some games fill themselves with skulls and corpses, and big ugly monsters and basically shout ‘DEATH!’ in your face repeatedly and it all just comes off as a bit garish and ridiculous and not actually very scary really. Signalis sits at the other end of that scale (with some of my other fav horror games like soma, cry of fear) where its environs are most usually just… quiet. Still. Muffled. Sad. just as often as theres tension or creeping fear because of this i find theres a strange kind of comfort too. Maybe its just that in most other genres of games theres so much of music, UI elements, pickups and interactibles with vibrant design. Here, theres room for your mind to just occupy the space. A soft fog. A dimly lit room. An empty train. Snow out a window. Liminal spaces that dont expect anything from you.
Signalis is a game thats just simply, unapologetically gay, and i dont think i would have been quite so invested in Elster and Ariane’s relationship if they were a straight couple. Its why representation is important, if art’s way for us to explore our emotions then its important to have media that we can relate to. Even Adler’s role isnt typically masculine. Our replika characters are manufactured, designed for certain roles in the base. Notes from the tough Stars and Storchs in the shooting range, the dollish Eules with the fairy lights and music player in the dorm. I couldnt help but think of groups of Eules sat around chatting, together, and im yearning for that feeling of togetherness, of understanding a friend that closely. I somehow missed the couple in the mineshaft (next playthough, ill find you v_v ). Despite the harshness of life in the Eusan nation (especially for the gestalts) the characters in it are defined by their feelings of belonging and hope. With the obvious parallels to east germany, i think of posters of cosmonauts and space travel from the time. Propaganda, sure but also made with the genuine belief in something greater. When the events of the game take this away, well, we find the last Kolibri, whod rather lose herself than lose her [ah. Im not sure theres a word here to properly describe the relationship they embody]. Its a game defined by loneliness.
We dont lie up at night scared by some corrupted android. We arent stuck with horror at the flesh everywhere, not on its own. We lie awake thinking about Elster and Ariane’s love for each other, the horror of their decline, the futility of trying to hold on forever. Its existential horror done perfectly. It shows an ending postponed and stretched far beyond its limits, and so squarely reminds you that you do, in fact, have to die one day. You’ll break down. One day you’ll say your last words to the people you love and you wont even know you have. Ariane’s final few diaries arrive with the full force of the narrative behind it, like a spear through my heart. For the record, I got the promise ending. Im still sad. It's a game about raging desperately against an unfair ending. I might think about this game for the rest of my life. I would sincerely say its an artistic masterpiece, by the sure definition of video games as art.
I like that the story leaves a lot open and abstract. I think it makes the emotional themes takes centre stage more. And i havent had nearly enough time to sift through it and come up with my own takes, we’ll need a few more playthroughs for that. And theres so much more to say that cant go in just these few paragraphs! Signalis is a game about two girls who had to run away from everything to find someone they belonged with. The universe may be cold and bleak, but you have to try, you might just find something beautiful, even if it doesnt last forever. I think if anything, we should all have the chance to find love and happiness like that, and we shouldnt have abandon a world that doesnt work for us to do it.
#signalis#lgbt#lesbian#long ass emotional ramble post#fuck im nearly crying again#horror#liminal#signalis spoilers#elster#ariane yeong
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Release: April 2, 2001
Lyrics:
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Yo, yo
Drop your glasses, shake your asses
Face screwed up like you having hot flashes
Which one, pick one, this one, classic
Red from blonde, yeah, bitch, I'm drastic
Why this, why that, lips stop askin'
Listen to me, baby, relax and start passin'
Expressway, hair back, weavin' through the traffic
This one strong, should be labeled as a hazard
Some of y'all niggas hot, psych, I'm gassin'
Clowns I spot 'em and I can't stop laughin'
Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin'
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
Some of y'all ain't writin' well, too concerned with fashion
None of you ain't Giselle, cat walk and imagine
A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted
Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it
Knew I had to give you more
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I ain't goin' nowhere
It took awhile to get me here
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind
They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy
Shank up, haters wanna come after me
You ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat
Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me
Now why you grittin' your teeth?
Frustration, baby, you got to breathe
Take a lot more than you to get rid of me
You see, I do what they can't do, I just do me
Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe
Huh, sixteen's mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find
Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine
Eyes bloodshot, stressin', chills up your spine
Huh, sick to your stomach wishin' I wrote your rhymes
Knew I had to give you more
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I ain't goin' nowhere
It took awhile to get me here
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind
Let your bones crack
Your back pop, I can't stop
Excitement, Glock shots from your stash spot
Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route
Glocked down, blasters, sets while I mash out
Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E, huh
Back track, think back, E-V-E
Do you like that? (Ew) You got to, I know you
Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too
Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me
Turn you on, tension gone, give you relief
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me
Damn, she much thinner know, now I'm complete (uh huh)
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, came strong
Beware, 'cause I crush anything I land on
Me here, ain't no mistake, nigga, it was planned on
Songwriter:
Knew I had to give you more
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I ain't goin' nowhere
It took awhile to get me here
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind
Andre Young / Eve Jeffers / Michael Elizondo / Scott Storch
SongFacts:
👉📖
Homepage:
Gwen Stefani
#new#new music#my chaos radio#Eve#Gwen Stefani#Let me blow ya mind#music#spotify#youtube#music video#youtube video#good music#hit of the day#video of the day#2000s#2000s music#2000s video#2000s charts#2001#hip hop#hip hop rap#r&b#pop rap#lyrics#songfacts#2340
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Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 52
Parties are beginning to converge. Meanwhile things are getting worse for Roy.
The top of Central HQ are trying to come up with their cover story in case word gets out. They're planning on placing the blame on a dead man who can't defend himself. When talking about candidates, they haven't mentioned Izumi, so they're probably not desperate enought to chase down someone they have no control over. Kimblee gets brought up, but he's quickly dismissed because "he doesn't have the nerve".
Roy and Wrath are having a chat. Roy's eye do the thing when he brings up Hughes's funeral and Selim Bradley. When asked why his hands were shaking, Wrath said they shook with anger from Elicia's crying. When someone dons the military uniform, they may be fated to die in it. As someone with no ideals, Wrath likely sees no point in holding a funeral nor mourning a dead soldier. At best, he was annoyed to be there because he had to be there as part of his 'duty' as Fuhrer King Bradley. And he became angry that anyone would react in any way beyond Hughes being nothing more than a soldier.
When Roy brings up Wrath's child, Wrath says "My child?" with special emphasis on "My" as if he doesn't really consider Selim to be his child. When Roy asks how Selim would react to finding out Bradley is a homunculus, Wrath has to pause before saying Selim can never be his weakness.
Fuery is feeding Corporal Black Hayate when he gets the transfer notice to South HQ. Meanwhile, Breda is sent to West HQ and Falman to North HQ. And finally, Hawkeye is now Bradley's personal aide.
While the primary purpose is to scatter Roy's forces to where they can't work together anymore, I think it's a little more insidious than that. We know from chapter 32 that there are border skirmishes on the West and South. Meanwhile, the North is a future target for the Homunculi's plan. I think the end goal is to get them all killed in combat.
I wonder if any of this was in the works after the Super Heist. Wrath told Father he was going to strip Roy of power. And he said it was the last straw when he connected Roy to Heist 3. One idea I have is the transfers for Fuery, Breda, and Falman might have been for the Super Heist. Meanwhile Hawkeye becoming Bradley's assistant was specifically for Heist 3.
Also, Storch first appeared in chapter 27 alongside Bradley in South HQ.
What could Scar even do to help May find Xiao Mei? Did he walk up to random people, ask if they saw Xiao Mei, and then run for it whenever the MPs came by?
And then he and May find Al with Gluttony. Scar advises they not pursue but changes his mind when he needs somewhere to hide from the MPs.
Gluttony didn't bother to lock the gate behind him.
I think Gluttony might have eaten part of the chain. The two ends of the chain are broken.
Ed is only human, and a young one at that. He's been on a journey for years, but he's only recently uncovered the horrors of the world. It's been less than three months since Nina was turned into a chimera. He discovered the truth of the Philosopher's Stone less than two months ago. He met Greed about two weeks ago. It's been days at most since he learned he didn't transmute his mother.
Ed is not acclimated to the horrors that Alchemy can create. He's created his own horrors, but he regrets his actions. But now he's facing a monster made from hundreds of souls that scream in pain and anguish. And the monster delights in their suffering.
And Ed is a kind person at heart. He can do nothing but hear their screams and remember when he couldn't save a little girl.
One of the souls that dragged Ed into Envy's mouth was the same one that begged him to kill him.
Nina Trauma Count: 7
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Spoiler Discussion
Selim can't be Wrath's weakness because Selim is Pride.
And Wrath put an emphasis on the idea Selim is his child because that's not the case. They're siblings.
But I'm curious why he hesitated to respond to Roy's question. What would Selim think if he learned the father he idolizes is a Homunculus. It obviously wouldn't have any effect because they're both in on the ruse. But Wrath probably wants to keep his secret for other reasons. If he was found out, he'd have to abandon the human life that he enjoys. He'd no longer be able to be with his wife, the only thing he ever got to choose for himself.
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Assuming I'm nowhere near done with Signalis, I'll give my mid game thoughts on it now
Cool Things
The level design is incredible. Even with the winding rooms and multiple floors, I was never lost. Especially in the area with no map. The landmarks in that area were amazing and I literally never got lost.
The atmosphere is incredible. The lo-fi ps1 aesthetic was absolutely nailed, the ambience is phenomenal (especially in the previously mentioned area with no map), and the sound design is absolutely God-tier
The puzzles are all incredibly unique and varied. Some of my favorites include anything that uses the radio module and doing literal electrical engineering work.
This ties into the aesthetics but I especially want to laud the cosmic horror aspect. Humanity digging too deep and finding some old god that manifests as mounds of red flesh is done to death but the execution of it in Signalis is incredible. Whether or not this is thanks to Elster being unphased by it I've yet to say. My favorite part is that it only affect Replikas (as far as I know), contorting them into zombies.
It makes me feel weird to listen to the threat music and think "I love this groove
Things I don't Like
Starting with the most pressing thing for me: the world building is all over the place to the point where it becomes distracting. Many things are described with German words and phrasing but then literally in the same hallway see Chinese-esque kanji. It would've been much better if only one language was used (preferably German because it really helps give Signalis's world it's own identity) or if a completely new language was made.
Most monsters really feel like they all do the same thing: hobble towards you and swing with just different speeds and models differentiating them. I wish there were more enemies like the Kolibri and Mynah. The Kolibri are probably my favorite in the game because it requires to use a tool that doesn't have limited uses. And speaking of which
The modules should really just be base upgrades and not separate items. Hell I'll concede and say the photo module should be a separate item but a flash light that's mounted on the shoulder? I feel like the scenarios would more dynamic if there were more enemies that required you to uses other tools than gun x, y, and z.
I'll probably get flack for this but the character design is so weak. This game has a terrible case I could barely tell the difference between a Eule, a Storch, an Ara, and a Kolibri. The only stand outs are Elster because she's the protagonist, Alder because he's male, and Mynah because she's actually different with her massive suit and tiny face. The worst part to me is that these were all previously humans, so at the very least their faces would be different but no it's still just spindly thin white woman with hooves. Me and my friends would literally say "the writers barely disguised fetish" whenever any propaganda picture would crop up.
A story can sometimes be too vague. I get that it looks spooky but flashing red text in multiple languages only confuses me, especially when some of it may be important to the plot. If these sequences where replaced with the first person sequences where you walk around
Some slight accessibility options would be nice like: being able to see if an item can be combined with another, highlight important details in text, instantly swap to frequencies with data on them, have all healing items heal instantly
The scene where Elster does maintenance and meets Alina should've been put at the start of the game because the only reason I cared about Alina at all was the fact that I knew before starting that they were a thing and it was funny to yell "HAVE YOU SEEN MY WIFE???" like Marlin searching for Nemo. I can understand merit in keeping Elster's motives unknown until after the first credits roll but there really isn't any other indication that Elster should keep going down other than her really liking jumping down holes she really shouldn't go down.
Signalis is one of the best horror experiences I've had and one of the best games I've played. While it may be too soon to say for sure, Signalis holds the title of 2nd best game with gay people brutalizing each other.
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Talking about my Storch cadre because I love them a lot
Warning this is long as hell
Background: they work at a facility in the middle of nowhere on Leng called B-92 Becquerel, it has a cover as a radio station that picks up and sends out signals to Leng orbital and Penrose ships/other Nation ships, but it is also used as a testing facility for something.
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STCR-B9201 “Eins”: The oldest Storch at the facility, originally being deployed on Vineta before being relocated to Rotfront after its destruction, then being sent to Becquerel after it first opened. Eins is the meanest of the Storches, known to always be rude and to pick fights regularly, her mind as described by the Kolibri’s is a “constant low booming sound mixed with scratches against a chalkboard or the highest pitch of a violin.”
Eins is not fond of Kolibri’s and actively avoids them at all cost, which leads to work related issues between her and the cadre, Eins dose not get along well with others and can often be heard yelling or cursing even at her own Storch cadre, and is disliked/hated by almost everyone, with a particular hatred for kolibri’s and Storch Drie, but seems to have the best relationship with her fellow Storch Zwei as well as a questionable relationship with a particular Star unit.
Eins takes large pride in the fact she is a Storch and tries her best to be presentable and efficient in most aspects of her job to the point of overworking to distract herself from her self hatred/depression, she has a problem of showering excessively to the point she has to apply aquaphor to her face in order to keep her skin from becoming more red or worse becoming infected.
Eins most noticeable physical detail is the strange claw marks on the sides of her face, which she tries to hide with her hair covering the dented faceplates, skin, and ears on the side of her head. As well as dark circles under her eyes and standing straight.
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STCR-B9202 “Zwei”: Zwei is the most efficient worker of the whole cadre, always being punctual and getting whatever assignment she is given done as smoothly as possible. Zwei worked closely with Eins when she first arrived at B-92, it being the only facility she has ever worked at.
Similarly to Eins and due to Eins influence, Zwei is also very proud of the fact she is a Storch, unlike her mentor though Zwei is not nearly as hostile towards others and is very professional. Zwei is the main Storch that interacts with the Kolibri’s due to Eins inability to, making her the unofficial head of the Storch cadre in some peoples eyes as well as simply being more tolerable than her older comrade. Zwei can sometimes be efficient to a fault though, often exhausting herself or her Stars. When on her shift Zwei is known to be more irritable and is very curt, this is a habit she dose not like all of the time and refers to as her “working tone” of voice, but it is an advantage because it makes people follow her orders more often in fear of her.
Zwei is the most “Storch like” of the Storches at B-92, she is not excessively violent like Eins but she dose not stray away from this trait, and can be very intimidating as well as graceful. She tries her best to be a “perfect Storch” and has an excellent score at the shooting range as well as being well respected by her Stars for being mostly levelheaded.
Zwei is in a polyamorous relationship with Storch Vier and ARAR-B9208 Reed, originally being just in a relationship with Vier before they started to also date Reed. Zwei was originally frightened and confused by her own romantic feelings, and Eins was no help in this front, she was mostly worried over the fact she was softer with her lovers and was scared that would be a “weakness” and make her “not a real Storch” if she was weak. Eventually though Zwei did get over this fear, when she is off shift she can typically be found with one or both of them and is be very caring/protective towards her girls. Zwei will sometimes set up their work schedules so they are assigned to work at the same time/close to one another because she can miss them quite easily, but she would never admit to doing this.
Zwei’s physical appearance is that of a Storch fresh off the line, which is very impressive given she is several years old, she takes very good care of herself to look professional and stands with her back straight, the only noticeable difference are some small faded scars and dents littered across her frame.
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STCR-B9203 “Drie”: Drie is the kindest of the Storches at B-92 and easily is the most well liked. Drie has a good relationship with her fellow Storches as well and dose not mind helping them out, except for Eins. Both Eins and Drie hate each other, Eins reasons for this rivalry are unknown but Drie dose not like her due to her extreme violence and anger as well as seemingly hating her for no reason. Sadly, their bunks are right next to each others.
Drie and Eins are known to take their anger out on one another, and Eins is the only person Drie dose not shy away from yelling at/fist fighting on very bad days, typically Drie is very calm natured for a Storch which makes her a favorite and if someone needs to come to a Storch about something they typically chose her. Drie still has issues with her temper, but has gotten very good at managing her anger issues through different exercises and activities and beating Eins ass every now and then.
If I had to use a character to compare Drie to, imagine a more talkative Kratos from god of war ragnorak. As of right now Drie is the least fleshed out of them, but that will hopefully change when I start my fic on her.
Drie physically looks like your normal Storch similar to Zwei, with smile lines on her face as well as looking a bit more worn than Zwei’s weird “youthfulness”
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STCR-B9204 “Vier”: Vier is the least productive Storch at B-92, often doing the least amount of work that is required and being late to turn in documents without the help of Zwei. Vier very obviously suffers from depression, and has struggled with that for a long time. Even though she is a relatively young unit Vier has been relocated all over Leng and sees herself as expendable, she dose not see the point in working if the nation is just going to replace her.
Zwei was the first to listen to Vier’s struggles due to their bunks being next to one another and grew a fondness for her. She wanted to help Vier out as much as she could and is the main reason Vier’s decommissioning has not happened yet. They develop a close friendship, far closer than the typical work friends relationship that was expected, and eventually become lovers.
Vier can often be found sitting in the shower or reading to try and calm herself down, or cuddling with Zwei/ Reed, she will sometimes crawl in the vents with Reed as well to hang out or to just get away from everything outside. She will sometimes slack off with Zwei while on shift. She is not as violent as other Storches simply because she dose not have the energy to be that way, if someone can not get ahold of Drie they will come to her for she is very approachable asking her to help or asking her to talk to Zwei about whatever issue they may have that needs to be dealt with by a Storch. Speaking of Drie, they have an interesting friendship due to them being polar opposites, Drie and Zwei often trying to help Vier when she finds it to hard to get out of bed or to take care of herself. Eins has cussed Vier out before, which lead to Zwei and Eins getting into a physical fight that lead to Eins being sent to the medical wing for days and leaving Vier alone for the most part, but still making passing insults towards her out of range of Zwei. Zwei is very protective of her girlfriend. Vier and Reed also get along very well, and Reed is able to bring out Vier’s more playful side the most.
Physically, Vier is the most distinctive of the cadre, having dark circles and wrinkles under her eyes from a lack of sleep, darker than Eins, and a very obvious slouch to her. Some scars and dents on her as well from when Eins would hurt her and other incidents. She also has greasy hair and is somewhat dirty due to not washing herself as regularly as she should
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STCR-B9205 and STCR-B9206: i don’t have any ideas for them yet :( at the moment they are just kinda there
I will draw them all eventually! I have ideas for how they will look!
#Zwei/Vier/Reed my beloveds#this is mostly an excuse to rant about them all !#signalis#Storch#stcr#dudelys posts#B-92 Becquerel
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‘A Night with William Windom’
Featuring William Windom
Back in 1997, I was at the Beverly Garland Holiday Inn in North Hollywood where many celebrities from TV’s “Golden Age” taking part in autograph meet-and-greets with fans. I first spotted William Windom sitting next to former Jackie Gleason Show regular Sheila MacRae, just down from Ken Berry and Larry Storch from F Troop. You got older stars at the Hollywood Show back then because, well, they were still around.
I had just purchased a still from Mr. Windom’s debut movie To Kill a Mockingbird and he seemed surprised by my choice as most people wanted stills from Star Trek or Murder, She Wrote.
“I’m a lawyer today in large part because of that movie.” I told him.
Mr. Windom proceeded to tell me a few anecdotes about lawyers and his time on the set To Kill a Mockingbird. Eccentric and fidgety, I noticed he kept messing around with an old navy telescope gizmo, a small brass thing he kept looking through when he wasn’t being bugged for his John Hancock.
“Check this out.” He finally said to me.
I looked through it and realized that it was a trick telescope with a mirror in it so you could look directly sideways from where it appeared you were looking. Windom, married five times in his life, was scoping out the Playboy bunnies signing at a nearby table. The man knew what to bring to the show.
I told him “If that what you like” and his response was “Well what do you like?”
“Someone like you,” I found myself saying, “And if I’m honest, I had a crush on you from watching the show called The Farmer’s Daughter.” I added flirtatiously.
“WELL, we’ll fix THAT!” He replied with devilish satisfaction.
I spent about an hour with Mr. Windom over the two days and on the final day of the convention, I had a private conversation with him in a back room during his break on Sunday for almost half an hour. He genuinely enjoyed my company. I think I embarrassed him with all my adulation, because I told him he was the sole reason I had made the trip. Which wasn’t exactly the truth, but he was funny and attentive, and told me many funny stories. And during that whole time, I continued to seriously flirt with Bill. Testing his comfort level, seeing if he would bite, as it were.
The idea of possibly fucking him drove me mad with lust, but sadly it seem like it was only going to be a dream.
“Well… its been a pleasure meeting you Mr. Windom.” I said as I was about to leave.
Bill stood up, smiled a half smile at me and said, “So… you still want to suck an old man’s cock?”
And without waiting for my answer, he unzipped his fly and quickly pulled his dick out which greatly surprised me. First, because my flirting worked and second, we were alone in the room, but anyone could have walked in right then. Bill didn’t seem to care. But as I focused on his dick, all other thoughts quickly faded from my mind.
“Ain’t much now, but I’m sure you can make it hard.” Bill said, giving me a good look at his thick beautiful dick. It was pale, cut, thick and pinkish in color with a big head.
Walking up to my chair, he shoved his soft dick close to my face. I naturally opened up to taste him and he tasted good. Sweet and manly. My hands quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to my face, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth.
“That feels damn right good. I haven’t had it sucked in months.” Bill said looking straight down into my eyes.
“Swallow it all the way. I know you can do it.” He urged me on as his dick quickly hardened.
Bill’s dick was thick and was a good seven inches when it was hard. But because it wasn’t overly fat, I was able to keep swallowing his suddenly lengthening dick until I had his entire dick buried down my throat. I closed my eyes to enjoyed the smell of his crotch and the wet sounds of my lips sucking his cock. And the sensation of that cock sliding in and out of my mouth was incredible.
Just then, the door opened and someone else came in. Bill quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth and slipped it back in his pants before anyone noticed what we were doing. Then he reached in his pocket and placed his hotel room card on the edge of the table right next to me. He gave me a wink and walked out, leaving the key behind. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one had. So I grabbed the key, waited a few minutes then headed out.
By the time I got to Bill’s room, I was afraid he’d think I wasn’t’ interested, but when I entered the room, he was ready and waiting. He was in a hotel bathrobe, sitting up in bed with his rock hard cock tenting underneath. Without hesitation, I jumped on the bed and opened up his robe, exposing his fully hard cock. Bill spread his legs, took my head in his hand and guided me to his cock. I opened my mouth wide and greedily started to suck it. I looked up to Bill, his eyes were closed and head tilted back moaning softly, “Oh, good son. Keep on doing it.”
Hearing those words, I started sucking wildly on it. His breathing became really heavy as well as his moaning when suddenly Bill lift my head off his cock. The next thing I knew, I was on my back with him between my legs lifting them high in the air. Kindly, Bill put some lube on my ass that he got out of his travel bag before I felt his two fingers massaging my ass, pushing in and out to loosen me up. He suddenly stopped and I watched him centering up the tip of his cock to my asshole.
“Fuck me, Bill. Give it to me.” I found myself saying as he began pushing for the best angle in.
And Bill did just that as he rammed half his dick deep in my hole so violently that I sucked in air to keep from crying out. Then he rammed the rest of it into me, stopping only when his low hanging balls slapped against my ass.
“You like having my cock up your ass?” He suddenly asked with a hint of a smile on his face.
“Yes... Fuck me, Bill!” I told him shaking my head.
“Oh I’ll fuck you all right.” He said as he pulled his dick out of my ass until only its head remained inside. Then looking straight into my eyes, he rammed his dick back inside as far as it would go.
“Damn if you don’t have a hot ass.” He told me as he started pumping his dick in and out of me with powerful strokes that had me bucking and moaning.
Then right in the middle of the fucking, he leaned forward and kissed me! I couldn’t believe it. William Windom, who I had always had a crush, was fucking me and kissing me as passionately as I had ever been kissed. Every time I saw him on TV, I had wanted to have sex with him. Now I was doing that. I could tell he was about to cum when I noticed the strained look on his face. And as if on cue, he shot off inside me!
Oh, how I hated for him to cum. But to my surprise he continued to kiss me as though nothing had happened. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold his cock inside me as long as possible.
After we broke our embrace, I laid there with my eyes closed as I started stroking my cock. Then I felt Bill’s hand stop me from jerking my cock off. Looking me in the eyes, he smiled, then quickly went down on my cock. I couldn’t believe he was sucking my dick? Here’s a 5 time married man, sucking on my dick and looking like he was in heaven doing it. And from the way he was doing it, I could swear he had done it before.
A minute or two of this and I was getting close to cumming when Bill suddenly pulled away. At first I thought that he had enough, but he reached for a container of lube, rubbed some on my dick and smeared some on his asshole.
I knew he hadn’t been fucked before, so I figured I would have a hell of a time getting my cock into Bill’s asshole. But I wasn't about to stop him. I just hope I wouldn’t hurt him. Suddenly, he was kneeling up over me, guiding the tip of my dick to his ass and forcing himself down on me. Slowly, he opened up to accommodate my swollen head and I heard him gasp as it slipped all the way in. Moaning deliriously, Bill squatting down further and further, until all 8 inches of me was in him.
“Oh my god, your cock feels so fucking good in me.” He said out loud.
“Oh yeah, take my cock.” I said as I then began to thrust up slowly. I was ecstatic as I thought it was time to give him the first fucking of his life.
“Yes, oh my god yes! Take me. Fuck me hard.” Bill said in a demanding voice.
This was all the invitation I needed. I started pumping slow and methodical for a good 3 minutes or so until he grew accustomed to the size of my cock. It was fascinating to feel his large body tremble with each thrust. By now he was really gasping and moaning in pure pleasure. At this point, we kind of bouncing off each other as I slammed my cock in and out of him.
‘Oh that’s the way.’ Bill said looking straight down into my eyes.
The knowledge that I was giving this hot man so much pleasure filled me with pride. Bill was really enjoying himself at this point as he was rocking onto my cock. Most of the pleasure he was feeling now was coming from his ass, rather than his cock as he was moaning and babbling incoherently. By now his asshole spasming around my probing cock. And now all I wanted to do was cum as I couldn’t take anymore. I buried my cock deep into his hole and held it there as I pumped a full load of cum into him. Burst after burst of cum coated his insides as we held our positions, gasping for breath, but satisfied.
“That’s something I have wanted to do to you ever since I found out that you were gay.” Bill confessed as he grimaced and pulled himself reluctantly up and off my still swollen dick.
“I guess both of us had fantasies fulfilled today.”
[THE END]
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I'll expand on this a bit ;)
The first to awaken was Star, who grumbled as she managed to free herself from the tangle of sheets and limbs. Eule was next to awake.
"Huh?" She received a kiss on the forehead.
"I'm covering an early shift today. I'll see you two later."
Eule yawned. "Okay. Don't forget your mask."
"In my hand." Star pressed another kiss to the Eule's forehead before heading out.
Eule settled back in the bed and was about to slip back into slumber when the phrase I'll see you two later came back to her. You two. It didn't click until she felt another weight on the bed. Her eyes shot open and she sat upright. Turning around she saw Storch apparently in deep slumber, half of her face obscured by a pillow. Eule blushed when she remembered last night. In contrast to how her and Star interacted throughout the evening, the taller Protektor treated her rather delicately. She probably still thinks she's a third wheel.
"Do you have to report for duty?"
Eule jumped slightly at the groggy voice coming from Storch. She looked down and saw one eye slightly open peeking up at her. "Oh, no." She settled down onto the bed, this time facing towards Storch. She thought she might have been asleep but saw that the taller Replika was still peeking at her.
"I didn't realize we matched." Eule placed a hand on her own chest piece which was white, like Storch's. "It's you rare to you see you ladies without the armor."
Storch blinked and then nodded in realization. "Oh yes. We do." She adjusted her head on the pillow. "It feels weird when I'm not wearing it."
Eule nodded. "I bet." She decided to press on before awkwardness took hold. "I'm glad you're here and we can be friends."
A smirk tugged at Storch's lip. "Thank that crazy Starling. I wouldn't have had the courage to suggest this...arrangement."
"As much as I care for her, I admit her throw-caution-to-the-wind attitude worries me sometimes."
"That sounds about right. And if someone is going to hit by the shrapnel, it's me."
"But you love her."
Storch closed her eyes and her lips parted a little as if she was about to say something. She settled on nodding. Her eyes opened again. "You...don't mind sharing?"
"Not at all. It's a win-win for me."
Storch lifted her hand to reached out to Eule but hesitated. It was easier when when there was a mood going on and Star was around to egg her on.
"It's okay," Eule said softly. "Would it help if I turned around?" Storch nodded and Eule flipped over so she faced away from her new companion. When she felt the Protektor's hands wrap around her and her back press against Storch's chest, she couldn't help but kick her legs a bit in excitement. Her hands found Storch's and squeeze them. Stroch intertwined their fingers together.
"Are all you Storches secretly big softies?"
Storch pressed a kiss to the top of Eule's head, letting out a low chuckle. "Some. But I would strongly advise you to not test your theory."
"Noted."
They lay there comfortably for a while. Soon it became evident that falling back to sleep wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Storch wondered if they should get up and head to the canteen early. Eule had a different idea. She spun around suddenly so she was facing the surprised Storch.
"Hey! I know you like books. I just read one. You might know it. The dialogue goes--" Eule clears her throat. "'Goodness, what big eyes you have.'"
Storch regarded the Eule with absolute confusion until recall kicked in. "Oh yes. I know the story." When the Eule beckoned on she responded, "The better to see you with?"
"Oh what a deep voice you have."
Realization hit and a grin formed on Storch's face. "The better to greet you with."
Eule runs her hand along Storch's hand. "And what big hands you have."
Storch pulls Eule into a tight embrace. "The better to embrace you with."
Eule reached up and cupped Storch's cheeks. "And what big teeth you have!"
Storch licked her lips. "The better to eat you with, Little Owl."
Later that morning the other Eules noticed she was lot chipper than usual. She didn't reveal why.
"Ugh," Star complained. "What time is it?"
"Time does not move faster every time you ask me that," said Storch.
Star groaned again. She hated working double shifts. As soon as she started counting the floor tiles again, she noticed a sound come from her companion. At first she thought Storch was clearing her throat or emitting her own groan at the mind numbing guard duty they were stuck with. But these sounds pitched up and down and had a melody. She was humming to herself. It took her a moment to recognize the tune.
"Edelweiss?" Star stared at her friend who looked away out of embarrassment. Star smiled smugly. "Did my girlfriend teach you that?"
Storch turned to face her and held up a finger. "Correction: Our girlfriend, comrade."
Okay, after this depressing Signalis idea, here's a happier one.
A much needed smoke break in a side corridor...
It was one of the few places in the facility where there was a spot that was out of view of the security cameras. No one would report such an oversight.
Maybe Adler, Star thought as she took a drag of her cigarette. She glanced at her superior officer fidget with her cigarette. The Storch was not a heavy smoker but always took a cigarette when offered. Sometimes she would light it and puff or she would do as she did now: roll it between her fingers. She often did that pens, paperclips or anything small she got her hand on.
"Ration for your thoughts, comrade," Star said playfully.
Storch took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "I really enjoy having you under my command. I value your skill and company, comrade."
Formal as always. "Is this my employee review?"
"If you like." Storch popped the cigarette in her and leaned down for Star to light it for her. "Danke." She took a drag on it and grimaced at the taste. "Would you forgive me for being blunt about something?"
Star shrugged. "You always are."
Storch took another drag on her cigarette and contemplated her next set of words. "I have feelings for you, Starling."
Star nearly spat out her cigarette, managing to grab it as she coughed. "What?" she wheezed.
"Shhh! Not so loud! The walls literally have ears." Storch checked the nearby vents for any eavesdropping Arars. For all their complaints about being overworked, the worker units had time to learn everyone's business.
"How come you didn't tell me sooner Legs? And why now?"
"To answer the latter, it's been pestering me lately and I wanted give you notice in case you wanted to switch to a different Storch." She noticed Star giggling to herself. "What? I want to be professional about this."
"Storch, be honest, is anything professional around here?" Star waved her hand around. As if on cue, a whole set of lights down the corridor flickered and died. "Not exactly Heimat or the space stations around Tannhauser Gate."
"I hold myself to a higher standards than most."
Star grinned. "Oh I know." She playfully poked Storch in the side prompting a snort from the taller Protektor.
Storch blushed and cleared her throat again. "Also I noticed you were quite close with the Eule in D Block. I didn't want to interfere and I didn't know if you were...interested...in me." She let the cigarette fall from her hand and she stepped on it. "That's it."
Star nodded and took one last drag of her cigarette before putting it out. "To answer that last question." She lifted her hand and placed it on Storch's chest armor. "I am."
Storch's eyes went wide. Protektor units didn't engage in casual physical contact, unless the Stars were sparing, and one certainly didn't put their hands on another unit's armor. A jab to one's chest armor was invitation for an ass kicking. A gentle touch was something different.
Storch nodded in understanding which prompted Star to cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.
"As for the conflict that you raised, I guess I'll just have to upgrade from a duo to a trio."
This idea was completely foreign to Storch. "Wait. What?"
"Of course. Having two girlfriends doesn't break the Rule of Six." Star grinned as she saw Storch fight back laughter. Her fingers started drumming on the hilt of her baton as the Replika had to find something to fidget with as she went through a round of mental gymnastics.
"Huh," was Storch's conclusion after she composed herself. "I'm quite surprised by all this, Starling."
Star shrugged. "What can I say, Legs? I like to live an adventurous life."
Now it was Storch's turn to grin. "You mean like the time you almost blew up the ammunition dump because you wanted a smoke break?"
"That happened one time!"
A few cycles later...
Eule was excited for her meet up with Star, who said she had a surprise. The door opened and Star greeted her with a kiss.
"Hello there. Little Owl, I want you to meet a close friend of mine and hopefully she'll be a close of ours."
The Eule was shocked to see the taller Protektor standing in the room.
"Guten tag," Storch said with an awkward wave.
"O-Oh! Hello!" Eule let out a yelp as Star picked her up, sat on the bed and placed her on her lap. The smaller Replika's cheeks burned as Storch came over and joined them.
"I'm hoping we could all be friends," the Star said, wrapping her arms around Eule's middle while the Storch gently ruffled her hair.
Eule nodded enthusiastically. JACKPOT! When the two Protektor units paused and then burst out laughing did she realize to her horror that she said that out loud.
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I called one of my childhood teachers this afternoon. She became acquainted with me when I was in kindergarten, and we spent a good amount of time trying to catch up with each other since we haven’t seen each other face to face since I was probably a preteen? She ended up becoming a family friend of ours and my mom and I attended her wedding and such, so I figured she would be a good avenue to approach in asking questions about how I was as a child.
She said that I was always pretty joyful and happy and fun to be around, sometimes preferring to hang out with the teachers than kids my own age. We got into the meat of why I was asking and I said “I’ve been exploring the idea I might have ADHD” and she said “I disagree--if anything, I think we were all worried you had OCD”
here’s the story behind that, and I refreshed her memory on some clarifying context too. Since I’m an adult now and can remember how I felt in this time period in my life, I was able to finally put into words what was going on in my tiny 5-6 year old head.
Just before I started kindergarten, my family and I moved to a whole new neighborhood and stayed with my grandparents... except for my dad. Just a couple years prior to this my mom had essentially a nervous breakdown that I guess I witnessed (though being around age 3 I didn’t really know what was happening), so all of us kind of coming out of that and then moving in with my grandparents and my aunt with my dad staying behind temporarily probably is what contributed to what my mom called anxiety. Kindergarten was when I first heard that word.
The way that my anxiety started manifesting was that I was compulsively collecting leaves that were blowing around on the playground. Watching them blow away gave me immense anxiety because I hated that I was never going to see them again, so I started trying to catch and hold onto them. I did this with bits of trash too. What my teacher tried to do with me was redirect me one day when recess was over and I broke into a total sobbing meltdown because I wasn’t finished, and she was completely not sure what to do. Eventually, her and my mom came up with these tactics: my teacher gave me a bag one day and told me she needed leaves for a project and wanted me to fill the bag up as much as I could before recess was over, and my mom calmed my anxiety by telling me the leaves were dancing and they didn’t want to be interrupted.
Both tricks worked and soon after I stopped with the compulsive leaf hoarding! I always attributed this period of my childhood to be a weird blip because this kind of behavior never manifested like this again. I don’t have OCD though, so what the hell WAS that anyway?
I was trying to read about compulsive behavior, how OCD and ADHD could maybe be linked, etc and wasn’t really getting anywhere so I finally googled “hoarding leaves and rocks” and immediately found anxiety.org, stating this:
“ Little information is known regarding hoarding behavior in children and adolescents. However, adults who hoard often report that hoarding symptoms onset during childhood (Grisham et al., 2006). As the childhood hoarding literature is scant, the prevalence, trajectory and prognosis of the behavior are unknown. To date, research regarding hoarding in children is primarily focused on obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) populations, where hoarding behavior is a symptom presentation of OCD (Storch et al., 2007). However a case series examination of foster children and an empirical investigation of ADHD youth have also demonstrated that pathological hoarding behavior is present outside of OCD (Hacker et al., 2012; Plimpton, Frost Abbey, & Dorer, 2009). “
There’s other suggested links with ADHD and hoarding now, including things like distractability and clutter blindness (which I know for sure I have, whoops), extreme emotions --> forming attachments to objects, working memory, etc.
As an adult now I do have to really be careful because I like to window shop when I’m out and about, and I feel the pull for impulse shopping. I’m not sure if I’m just messy or if it’s still warning signs of hoarding. A lot of this also is just pretty difficult for me to talk about because hoarding I think is probably REALLY misunderstood, but somewhere in my brain when I’d watch Hoarders I understood the emotion behind it.
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NOZ BEST OF 2019
I stopped making these zips cause it takes so much time and also Spotify exists now but Noz is always on point so I stole this and from his Light Sleeper page and repackaged a zip that I found in the comments (by eas). Be sure to check his decade wrap ups on the best of Thugger, Future and Sosa too.
1. Lil Nas X – “Old Town Road” (Young Kio) 2. Polo G f/ Lil Tjay – “Pop Out” (Iceberg Beatz & JD On Tha Track) 3. City Girls – “Act Up” (EarlOnTheBeat) 4. NLE Choppa – “Shotta Flow” (Midas800) 5. NBA Youngboy – “Slime Belief” (Beatmonster Marc) 6. Sada Baby – “Back End” (?) 7. Denzel Curry – “Ricky” (FnZ) 8. Playboi Carti – “Molly/No Stylist” (Pi’erre Bourne) 9. ShooterGang Kony – “Charlie” (?) 10. DaBaby – “Suge” (Pooh Beatz & JetsonMade) 11. Injury Reserve f/ Rico Nasty & Pro Teens – “Jawbreaker” (Melik XYZ, Pro Teens & Injury Reserve) 12. Quando Rondo – “Gun Powder” (Tahj Money) 13. Roddy Ricch – “Down Below” (Scott Storch) 14. Lil Keed f/ YNW Melly & Lil Uzi Vert – “Pull Up” (JetsonMade) 15. Megan the Stallion f/ DaBaby – “Cash Shit” (LilJuMadeDaBeat) 16. Billy Woods – “Checkpoints” (Kenny Segal) 17. Gunna f/ Young Thug – “3 Headed Snake” (Wheezy) 18. Suga Free – “Premium Game” (L-Finguz) 19. Queen Key – “Evil” (Enviyon) 20. Young Thug – “Just How It Is” (Wheezy & Nick Mira) 21. Tree & Vic Spencer – “Easy” (Tree) 22. Flo Milli – Beef (Flomix)” (Ethereal – “Beef“) 23. Maxo Kream – “Meet Again” (Teej & Mike Dean) 24. Lil Tjay – “FN” (MB13 Beatz) 25. Dreamville f/ Young Nudy – “Down Bad” (Pluss) 26. Mavi – “Willpower” (ovrkast) 27. Dee Watkins – “Bad Ass Jit” (Rocktee) 28. G Herbo – “Scratchy & Itchy” (Helluva Beats) 29. Earl Sweatshirt f/ Mach Hommy – “4N” (Earl Sweatshirt & Mach Hommy) 30. Stunna Girl – “Runway” (Helluva) 31. Young Nudy f/ Lil Uzi Vert – “Extendo” (Pi’erre Bourne) 32. Female Mula – “Gats In Ya Face” (Rippa On The Beat) 33. Jim Jones f/ Cam’ron & Fred The Godson – “Pity In The Summer” (Heatmakerz) 34. Mustard f/ 1TakeJay – “Intro” (Mustard) 35. Lil Uzi Vert – “Free Uzi” (DJ L Beats – “Gangway“) 36. Noname – “Song 32” (Phoelix) 37. YNW Melly – “Beat A N***a Block” (Ey3lowbeatz) 38. Teejayx6 – “Swipe Story” (KDen Ju) 39. Xanman – “Pink” (Xanman) 40. Shordie Shordie – “Bitchuary (Betchua)” (YG Beats) 41. Duke Deuce – “Yeh” (Ayoza) 42. BlocBoy JB – “Mercedes” (Dilip & Otxhello) 43. Junglepussy – “I’m In Love” (Ben Bradley & Shy Guy) 44. Lil Gray – “Crash” (Mannyvelli & Johnny Caravaggio) 45. Cash Kidd – “Who Shot You” (?) 46. Shy Glizzy – “Demons” (Supah Mario) 47. Trefuego – “90MH” (Kevin Katana) 48. Peezy – “New Car Smell” (Marc Boomin) 49. Tobe Nwigwe f/ Paul Wall – Juice” (Lanell Grant) 50. Lil Tecca – “Ransom” (Nick Mira & Taz Taylor) 51. Comethazine – “Stand” (N/A) 52. Ruby Yacht – “No Word For Wack” (AlgernonCornelius) 53. BbyMutha f/ Ttbby – Spooky Mutha Mansion” (?) 54. Rod Wave f/ Kevin Gates – “Cuban Links” (Yung Tago, Tre Gilliam & TnTXD) 55. Showbiz & Milano – “Tears” (Showbiz) 56. G-Eazy f/ Young Miami & Juvenile – “Throw Fits” (London On Da Track) 57. DuffleBag Boog – “No Sleep” (Liteease) 58. Tierra Traniece – “Fool Me Once” (Rippa On The Beat) 59. Droop-E f/ Cousin Fik & Stressmatic – “Won’t Fold” (Droop-E) 60. Doja Cat – “Rules” (Dr. Luke, Danielle Alvarez, Salaam Remi & Ben Billions) 61. Tisakorean f/ Huncho Da Rocksta & Kblast – “The Mop” (Mighty Bay) 62. Rahli – “Perc 30” (Yung Glizzy) 63. Allblack f/ Kossiko – “304” (StraightDropVanilla) 64. Mo3 – “2 Nineteen” (Stovall) 65. Nefew – “Blocklife Souljas” (Senzo Luciano) 66. E-40 f/ Scarface – “Watch The Homies” (Proptheproducer) 67. Lil Gotit – “Da Real HoodBabies” (Bankroll Got It) 68. Griselda – “Cruiser Weight Coke” (Beat Butcha & Daringer) 69. UnoTheActivist – “Adam Sandler” (Spiffy Global) 70. Trifln’ – “Huh” (Pay$ean) 71. Future – “Krazy But True” (Distance Decay, Corbin, Frankie Bash & Wheezy) 72. Wiki – “The Act” (Slauson Malone) 73. Chief Keef f/ Lil Pump – “Old Heads and Regretful Hoes” (Zaytoven) 74. AG & Cuns – “Get The Feeling” (Cuns) 75. Longmoneykese – Stickwalk” (?) 76. Rico Nasty – “Sandy” (Kenny Beats) 77. Babyface Ray – “Trill Spill” (?) 78. Homeboy Sandman f/ Kurious & Aesop Rock – “Lookout (Remix)” (Mono En Strereo) 79. Baby Smoove – Losing My Mind” (Michigan Meech) 80. ZaeHD & CEO – “Robotics” (Yvngquan) 81. Rick Ross f/ Gunplay – “Nobody’s Favorite” (Trop) 82. Mach Hommy f/ Tha God Fahim – “Mozambique Drill” (Nicholas Craven) 83. Earthgang – “Bank” (Big Korey & Ant Chambers) 84. Offset f/ J Cole – “How Did I Get Here?” (Metro Boomin & Dre Moon) 85. Danny Brown – “Savage Nomad” (Playa Haze) 86. Bandhunta Izzy – “How to Rob” (PYREXWHIPPA) 87. Conway the Machine – “E.I.F.” (JR Swiftz) 88. FMB DZ f/ DaBoii – “GiveNGO” (Jay Johnson) 89. Baby Fifty – “Spank His Ass” (?) 90. OMB Peezy – “Big Homie” (SephGotTheWaves & Drum Dummie) 91. Gucci Mane f/ Kodak Black – “Big Boy Diamonds” (London On The Track) 92. Pop Smoke – “Welcome To The Party” (808Melo) 93. Kevin Gates – “Walls Talking” (Roark Bailey & Richie Souf) 94. Lil Reese f/ Chief Keef – “BBQ” (Chief Keef) 95. MoneyMarr – “Cable Box” (Earl On The Beat) 96. Baby Keem – “Invented It” (Ambezza, Keanu Beats & Baby Keem) 97. Saweetie – “My Type” (London On Da Track) 98. Nuk – “Experiments” (?) 99. Kool Keith f/ Paul Wall – “Foot Locker” (Psycho Les) 100. Ambjaay – “Uno” (Almighty Quise)
HERE’S THE ZIP
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THE HOWLS OF A TEENAGER: A Review of “The Wolves”
Based off of the title alone, the average person might think a play called, "The Wolves", would be about wolves. Then you see a picture of a soccer team and go, “oh, that makes more sense”, yet you’re still not completely right. It is not until you experience the show in person that you realize you’re watching your adolescent life being played out right in front of your eyes. This is what I experienced as Syracuse Stage rang in the new decade with their premier of the Pulitzer Prize nominated drama, “The Wolves”, written by Sarah DeLappe and directed by Melissa Rain Anderson. The SU Drama co-production opened on January 22nd in the Storch Theater within the Syracuse Stage/SU Drama complex, less than a mile away from Syracuse University’s main campus. The cast includes a combination of SU Drama students and professional actors. Together they produced a relevant new work that can make an eye shed a tear while also laughing about how relatable many of the topics may feel.
As you walk into the theater you are given a small peek into the world of the girls club soccer team, The Wolves. Turf is laid between two sets of seating, that being the original arena seating of the Storch and additional seating on what would usually be upstage. You take your seat, settle yourself into the room, and watch the lights begin to fade out as the upbeat music rushes in. Nine girls in soccer uniforms rush into position and the lights fade up as they settle into a debate about tampon versus pad usage during sports. This is only the beginning of multiple conversations yet to come, overlapping one another so much that you only find yourself lost in their train of thought too. As the show continues, the team mentality is only further supported by the friendships put on display; the troubles of accepting a new person, being heard by others, feeling supported by your friends, facing the never ending problem of anxiety and eating disorders many young people face today, and at the end of it all, facing with the loss of a piece of the team.
Prior to entering the theater there is a sign that warns the audience about adult language and themes. How could that be so if this is a play about young girls? Once the show begins you realize that at one point you were that young girl or maybe you still are. I often feel that many people forget about the harsh truths we face as young people in an ever changing world. Older generations may not have had to face the topics young people do now, making a truthful piece of theater like this hard to digest. I found that many times during the show people became uncomfortable with the harsh language that was used and more risque topics of conversation between the girls. The truth is that young girls are not all flowers and sunshine; we often face rough times in our lives and go through our own hardships. We get mad and use unpleasant language because we are human. It is something that all young people go through or may still be going through. We all know the hardships of being a teenager and the pressure to aim for success. Every young person has faced the struggle of defining who you are and being accepted. Syracuse Stage Manage Director Jill Anderson notes that “the play uses [soccer] to give us a rare window into the conversations that young women coming of age at this time, in this country, are having everyday” in a letter presented in the playbill. This is a show that gives a peek into the world of the modern young women facing the ever changing world while also trying to navigate their own place in it. I did not play soccer or any sport throughout high school yet I remember having conversations about the world, life, and myself amongst my friends. At some time in my life, I had that friend group that made growing up bearable and easier to do because we were doing it together.
As a student in the SU Drama program I am amazed at the talent that it holds. I have seen many shows from both SU Drama and Syracuse Stage, yet neither have begun to disappoint me. It is amazing to see the combination of students and professional actors working together on stage to tell a very relevant story. This relationship between the professional theater and college allows the students to evolve and learn from professionals in the industry. I feel that the main campus often forgets about the large group that SU Drama is and the amount of talent it holds. There is a common goal of putting on relevant productions, like The Wolves, within this organization. With pieces like this, people get an insight of what it may be like to be a girl and go out to inform themselves further about the topics discussed in the show I encourage all people in the Syracuse area to take the time to go out and entertain themselves with this work of art. Not only will you be amazed by the talent your peers may possess, but also by the impact of the stories they tell.
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