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i-love-you-all · 1 year ago

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Henlo,, do you do the hc prompts for the agents still? Could you do by chance one for Breach if it's alright 👉👈

Breach <333

I'll put this out there that technically my requests are closed, but if someone asked me for Breach stuff I would probably still write it bc I love the man and there's so little about him in this fandom

5 things they usually see:

Bamse! This is my fave HC for him that's basically cannon (but old, deleted cannon). His Bernese mountain dog that Nina kindly named so long ago! But he sees Bamse every day when he's not on missions, and his pup is probably allowed a bit of exploration around certain areas of the base. Though perhaps a little too high energy and slobbery for some agents. The ones that like dogs will swing by the dorms or workshop sometimes to see if they can catch Bamse out and about.

Other people's shock/discomfort. It doesn't matter if he's loud or quiet, Breach has met too many people to ignore the way other people's eyes drift from his eyes down to his arms. Some people have visibly flinched, others kind of ready themselves as though they expect him to start a fight right then and there. But so much of how people see him is how they see his arms.

His workshop/garage + car parts. He has an interest in motor vehicles and loves tinkering, personalizing, and upgrading all his gear, and spends the more time on his car than most. On occasion, he gets help from Raze to paint on his car, but otherwise this is a moment he can spend alone.

Ghosts of people he used to know (not actual ghosts... the people are still alive, just not with him.) Sometimes, he'll catch the sight of someone who looks just a little too similar to his nephew, or his father, and he has to do a double take, just to realize that the stranger was nothing like them. Each time, it brings up an ache in his chest. A reminder that what's lost is gone forever.

Rubble or crumbling structures. He doesn't do quiet very often, if at all. So, when he's lead on a mission, his team and Brimstone are expecting lots of collateral. Some, aka Raze, look forward to that, and others are reproachful (Astra, Sova, and Brimstone mainly).

4 things they usually feel:

Frustration. Due to his congenital amputation, he has faced discrimination more than once in his life. Even when he got his arms, no one could see past them, which was impressive considering how big of a guy he was. "Always have to overprove myself," and "Doubt me again!" That's his mentality. He can't just do what's expected, he has to perform the best each time, and one slip up can be held against him unfairly. That sort of attitude will sink in deep after enough time, and so, despite his solid self esteem and confidence, he still feels the need to prove himself hundreds of times over.

Sore muscles. I once posted something about him one day being unable to keep going with arms and downgrading or retiring. I think the thought of not keeping up plagues him at his lowest lows. And when he wakes up in the morning and feels a little stiffness, the thought of this being too much flickers across his mind.

The whizzing of bullets by his face. He's probably one of the more experienced field agents from his past. Also, he enjoys the risk and the thrill of a fight. "Guns in my face? Just another Tuesday." Instead of flinching at danger, he smiles and looks forward to the action.

Nothing (literally in this case). I think, especially when he was younger, he would see everyone around him touch the things around them. People who brush their coats off, who run their fingers over certain tactile textures, who flinch when the coffee cup is too hot. Seeing so many people feel or do the same thing, and then he himself feeling nothing but the absence... it was pretty hard to understand for him.

3 things they usually hear:

Brimstone's raised voice. They don't always agree and they don't like each other enough to be bothered to keep it civil. More than once, it has almost escalated to a fist fight, but others have always separated them. This isn't so common anymore, and he's probably suspicious that Raze had a part to do with it, but it works out for the better. More recently, with Brimstone having a hand in reducing his nephew's prison sentence, and then their jam sessions, they don't really have screaming matches anymore. At least, not on a regular basis.

His drumming! I already made my points about his drum kid, but playing along with the metal he normally listens to is relaxing. His way to get rid of excess energy. In addition to listening to his own groove, he likes the feeling of the drumming thumping against his heart.

Raze and her stories. I like to think that when they were in the workshop together, early on right when he joined, he would listen with a smile on his face while Raze enthused about all the things she and KJ spoke about that day. He would tease, and he would fake annoyance, but he loves her company. She fulfills just a tiny bit of his longing for family.

2 things they usually smell:

Lingonberry jam, meatballs, mashed potatoes, and sausages! Traditional Swedish foods, just like his pathetic holiday takeover that one year. To this day, I still feel a rush of anger when I think of what he got to celebrate his life when everyone else had something much more extravagant planned (except maybe not Cypher... that was just... budget Queen's Gambit lmao). But in all seriousness, I think when he gets homesick, he cooks up this meal and lets himself reminisce and wallow in his regrets.

The various inorganic materials he needs to maintain his arms. They may be carbon-fibre and titanium plated, but they still need regular maintenance.

1 thing they usually taste:

Bitterness. Despite his whole lone wolf thing, I think it's been underlined enough that he still misses his home/family. Every t time he thinks of his family, he also remembers that it's his own fault that he's stuck here. And Raze does her best to be family, and he has tentative friends, or at the very least, allies, and yet he can't let go of what he misses most.

#my love <33 #valorant #breach #valorant breach #my writing #hc game #54321 #requested

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watching-pictures-move · 1 year ago

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Movie Review | House of Wax (Collet-Serra, 2005)

Watching this in 2023, this feels very much like a blast from a the past, a snapshot of what the horror genre was like in the mid-2000s. At the time, you started to get the remakes of beloved classics, with the Platinum Dunes Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Zack Snyder's Dawn of the Dead having come out before this one. (I hated the former when I saw it years ago but consider the latter one of the better horror movies of the decade and an interesting Bush era document to boot.) I haven't seen the original House of Wax (but probably should as it stars Vincent Price) or Mystery of the Wax Museum which I understand originates some of the story ideas here (but probably should as it's directed by Michael Curtiz) and doubt this one has too much in common with the earlier films, but I suppose the name is a cheap enough way for the studio to milk more money out of an existing IP.

You also had the found footage boom more or less kicked off by The Blair Witch Project. This is not a found footage movie, but it does have sequences shot on camcorders, which are supposed to capture the characters having a good time, but have the effect of a last known photo, especially with the lo-fi image. There is also imagery here, like a hot wax needle contraption that a character gets strapped to, and the forcible restraining of a child to a rusty chair, that brings to mind the torture porn wave, but the movie is generally indebted to the resurgence in "mean" horror, with the work of Rob Zombie and Eli Roth and some of the more violent entries in the remake wave. For whatever reason I'd mistakenly assumed that this was rated PG-13, and was caught off guard by the gnarlier acts of violence: slashed tendon, lopped off finger, impaled head. And while I likely wouldn't have appreciated it at the time, I did find the jaundiced texture of the movie, which is probably easier to pull off when shooting on film with its tactility than with digital smoothness. And the wax figures that populate the movie lend to the atmosphere of decay and allow things to get nice and goopy when things start melting in the climax, although I should note that the wax figures of colour bear an unfortunate resemblance to C. Thomas Howell's character in Soul Man but that the wax figures of Caucasian descent sadly do not resemble Eddie Murphy in "White Like Me".

Anyway, I doubt this is anybody's favourite movie from the era, but I had a pretty good time. On top of the gruesome violence and the atmosphere, there are some pretty suspenseful sequences, particularly one where the heroine tries to evade detection in a theatre playing Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? I watched this the same night as Cabin Fever, and while both movies play on anxieties about backwoods folk in a very Bush era way, I appreciated how much more tolerable the characters were in this, even if the cast members all look like they're from a CW show. Elisha Cuthbert I'd known at the time as the girl from Popular Mechanics for Kids, and she's a perfectly capable horror heroine here. The guy from Supernatural (not the guy everybody likes, the other guy) is fine too. Maybe Chad Michael Murray is a bit bland, but not offensively so. Apparently he's doing geezer teasers now? If he's playing the geezers, he's likely grown his range.

And I remember this being heavily marketed on the basis of Paris Hilton's role, and people playing up how bad she's supposed to be. Maybe because I avoided engaging with anything she was in at the time (which sounds like it could have been hard given how popular her show was, but one should not underestimate how good I was at putting in zero effort to keep up with current pop culture, something which still holds for anything outside cinema) and thus bear little contempt toward her, but I thought she was perfectly adequate, and I appreciate that both she and the movie treat each other with a baseline of seriousness. There could have been much more obnoxious versions of the movie, where either she phones it in or the movie uses her as a punchline. Anyway, I think Ebert describes her performance best: "The early reviewers have been harsh with Miss Hilton ('so bad she steals the show,' says The Hollywood Reporter), but actually she is no better or worse than the typical Dead Post-Teenager, and does exactly what she is required to do in a movie like this, with all the skill, admittedly finite, that is required."

#film #movie review #house of wax #jaume collet serra

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 154

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

I was able to get the Master Post cleaned up this morning. I know there is a reblog going around with some of the links missing... I put that one up originally as a place holder so I could update my page links in chapters 101 through this one. I did NOT anticipate it would get immediately reblogged, which made me squeak in pleasant surprise. I’ll reblog the full post so everyone has the right one.

Also, thanks to @baelpenrose, @the-raven-fae, and @charlylimph-blog for keeping me going and all your help beta-reading and checking my links. You three are the real heroes here!

“The quiet rooms are done,” Hannah yawned the next morning. “It’s a good thing we decided to make them available immediately, because the first one had people scheduling time before we finished the second one.”

“How many did we end up with?” I asked, pushing down my own urge to yawn. I had always prided myself on being able to resist the urge to yawn when others did, and I wasn’t letting that stop now.

The model of the Ark came up on the table emitter, and Hannah zoomed in on the highlighted areas. “Right now, we have twelve, just like you set up for the second Food Festival. But I’ll be honest, they rooms are already booked for the foreseeable future, and I don’t think that’s tenable.”

“Agreed. I’ll talk to the rest of the Council, but at this point, we need to see about setting all available spaces for quiet rooms.” I nodded and added that note to my agenda. “Moving on, food vendors being allowed in BioLab2. Any updates?”

Parvati flicked the data to everyone. “Grey isn’t thrilled with the possibility that the food will contaminate the aquatics, but is willing to allow vendors in ‘The Fairy Circle’?” She gave me a questioning look. “They said you would know what that meant.”

I just smiled and shook my head. “It’s where I go camping. Conor managed to pull off a prank that fooled even Charly and made a Faerie circle. It’s a good choice, though: ten, eleven feet across, accessible, and far enough from the water that there wouldn’t be any risk.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Credit to Conor on that one. But, Grey was very enthusiastic about the idea of setting up some picnic tables throughout the woods and letting people bring picnics.”

“I already have some vendors on board, there,” I breathed in relief. “Especially the ones who specialize in the type of foods that lend themselves well to being portable.”

Hannah’s face lit up. “Do we get to taste test some of these? I’m really getting some bento box and pasty vibes from what you just said, and I’m not sure which I’m more excited about.”

“I think I can get that to happen,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t mind trying some of the options myself, but I can at least already confirm that all bases are covered for dietary requirements. Next up, where are we on the holiday date?”

“Still working with the other departments to finalize a date where all projects can be completed, paused, or at least at a point where they don’t require direct observation. Everyone is on board, though.”

“That’s the biggest hurdle,” I confirmed. “Means we can proceed with at least putting the rest of the events together in preparation for the final date. I trust you two in handling the party aspect of it, and Charly is already working Bash on another Kink Night event at the Undine - minimal planning needed there. So, let’s figure out who is coordinating the paint-tag fight, and we can loop back to the plans for the party.”

“While I am entirely sure Charly can handle planning for both the paint tag and the other - seeing as both were her ideas - it doesn’t feel fair to leave them both entirely on her shoulders,” Hannah agreed. “It says here that you already had Conor confirm we missed Holi?

“By about six months,” I confessed. “So we’re pretty much both too late and too early.”

“I do believe the arrows would be frowned upon, in any event,” Parvati joked. “I still have her paint formulas - flavors are not listed, but there is a distinct lack of both black and yellow.”

“Those were… scotch bonnet for the black, I know that one. I think the yellow was gochujang, which would still hurt if you got it in your eyes,” I recalled.

She flicked her hands, bracelets chiming. “I will ask for a new formula for yellow, but I think we can live without black paint. The yellow was lovely, though.”

“Ask nicely, and she’ll probably give you the glitter formula colors, which I think are different flavors from the regular palette,” I suggested. “And the glitter is ultra-violet reactive, so that’ll be fun.”

Emphatic stabbing at her datapad ensued - impressive, because it wasn’t even physically there, just emitted from the band on her wrist. “Once I have those, I believe Hannah and I can coordinate that along with the party. There is no food component, it is only for one day, so the scope is far smaller than the Festival was.”

“And besides,” Hannah added with a shrug, “whip up some paints and some spongy balls to soak it up, set boundaries, invite anyone who wants to attend. Planning done.” She dusted her hands off for emphasis, but she had a point.

“I’ve got the care packages well underway, so we’re solid there. The party. What’s the plan there?”

Parvati dismissed the schematic from the table emitter and sent a different image to it. This one was practically the opposite of what I had expected: where I had anticipated Food Festival 2: Pyrotechnic Boogaloo, I was instead looking at a park that I was reasonably certain only existed in dreams.

Soft green grass that my toes wiggled to touch spanned a rolling, looping thoroughfare. Trees arched overhead like an arbor, and were either woven with lights are absolutely covered in fireflies. Between breaks in the canopy, a night sky filled with more stars than I had seen in my living memory. Here and there small braziers burned brightly with fire, resting on sturdy rugs and dotted around with cushions.

“Vati,” I whispered hoarsely. “We can’t use BioLab2 for this, can we? Will Grey allow it?”

“We can, and they are.” Her smile was the feral one that usually preceded a coup de grace of event planning. “This, however, is not BioLab2. This is the corridors of levels twelve through fourteen, leading into the lab.”

My first urge was to guess what she was planning, but my mind came up blank. I circled around my desk to stand closer to the table. “Okay, talk to me. Make it make sense.”

She nodded. “The grass is real, laid down like sod. The terraforming teams have agreed to let us use it, provided we allow them to collect data on how it holds up to so much foot traffic and include a post-event question regarding the tactile feel on bare feet. So, bare feet they shall have.” She winked when I realized she and Hannah were going to make it part of the theme. “The trees are an illusion, simple light emitters against the corridor walls, combined with the existing texture of the surface.”

When she moved the image to mimic walking further down the path, Hannah picked up. “The larger spaces are actually where the corridors are longer between quiet rooms. Rather than trying to pull off the tree illusion, we’re going to create a night sky with shooting stars, comets, the works. Like a dream.”

“I like it. It’s not what I was expecting, but I’m even more impressed for that.”

“We couldn’t compete with Charly,” Parvati confessed. “She is already going to have our base desires covered. Anything we tried to do would look like a pale imitation. So, we went the other direction: What else do we do to feel alive?”

“We dream,” I laughed. “It’s all a fairy tale dream, isn’t it?”

“That’s the goal,” Hannah confirmed. “A beautiful dream. One day and one night where you can live out your humanity however you want, without having to compromise. If someone wants to throw paint with childish abandon, then stroll and dance through a dream, and finish the night at the Undine trying something they never dared to do before, they can do that.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds decadent.”

“I was going for hedonistic, over all, but you’re on the right track,” Parvati laughed. “Hannah and I agreed that everyone on the Ark needed one perfect day. And since perfect is different for everyone…” She shrugged. “We just decided to give them all the options. The quiet rooms will be open if their perfect includes a botanical garden, or a cloud… the mess halls will be open if it means a feast, or even just decadent hors d'oeuvres they could never make an excuse to try. It’s literally all on the table.”

“Consider it signed off on.” I still couldn’t take my eyes off that grass, toes wiggling happily. “Just let me know the date when we have one, I need a pedicure to enjoy this completely.”

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years ago

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Saeran daydreams about his MC all the time. I just know it. What do you think he’s daydreaming about tho? Like what scenarios?

This is definitely a loaded answer because there's really no right or wrong way to elaborate on it. As to say, it really depends on what kind of person you are. That's going to be what shapes a lot of what he's thinking about and most of his choices at the end of the day. Because what he thinks of for you won't wind up being the same thing for another person. It's very personalized down to the very minor details but there are some things that would have the tendency to overlap at the end of the day.

Like, meals. He would love to be able to make your favorite things for you, and as shown in the after ending, he just loves being able to feed you and dote on you. So depending on what you love would change what he's doing in the kitchen for you, for sure. He dreams about that a fairly often so it's not that hard to say that he's daydreaming about it too. There's just something really simple and affectionate about this sort of thing. It's kind of a intimacy that he appreciates. Even simple things feel like the biggest gesture to him.

He's a very tactile person. That is to say, sensory feelings are what he thinks about the most. He likes to focus on those fine details, and that's pretty much a given thanks to the fact that he talks so much about texture. He loves plushies so much. So, he would be thinking about the feeling of your hand pressed against his, his fingers running through your hair, your lips pressed against his cheek, and things of that nature. It's really simplistic, but again, it's just one of the things that he likes to imagine when he's thinking about you.

And generally, he spends a lot of time thinking about date plans. There is no limit to what he could be thinking about with this at any given moment because he's constantly researching and looking up new things that he can work with. If you catch him with a goofy look on his face and he's lost in thought, no you don't. You do not want to spoil the surprise. He'll tell you about it later. Don't worry about it.

#mod kait #saeran choi #mysme #ask #mysticmessenger #anon #choi saeran #ge saeran #saeray #character analysis

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kimium · 3 years ago

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for the headcanon thing, shoichi + alcohol and nagito + clothes?

(From this ask meme HERE)

Thank you so much, Anon! I love the two characters you picked and the words!!! Let's get started!!! Since I'm talking about alcohol for the first one just be wary if that's not your thing!

Shouichi + Alcohol

-Shouichi's preferred drinks are semi-sweet ones. He doesn't like overly sweet drinks (like Byakuran), but he's not going for a scotch on the rocks. He's also not too big on creamy drinks.

-I'm by no means an expert when it comes to alcoholic drinks, but I do think Shouichi would like sangria or mimosas.

-If I had to describe what sort of drunk Shouichi is I'd say "appears quiet but will babble about his favourite topic if asked". He's also very pliable. Byakuran abuses the hell out of this. Shouichi has been found on more than one occasion perched on Byakuran's lap as Byakuran fiddles so he can hug Shouichi and drink his monstrosity of a drink at the same time.

-I believe Shouichi does not have good alcohol tolerance. He's a mid-tier light weight. Doubly so if he doesn't eat along with drinking. Shouichi flushes red due to his Japanese heritage and the blush will not go away for hours. Byakuran thinks this is cute as hell and pokes Shouichi's red cheeks. (I think Byakuran uses his flames to help burn the alcohol off so he's always in control.)

-However, I think Shouichi is somehow the best at avoiding hangovers. For one, he doesn't go out drinking without knowing his limits. He's very aware and will doubly make sure he's drinking responsibly, especially since he grew up with Japan's zero alcohol tolerance law (basically once you drink even a little you cannot drive period). This does not mean he never gets hangovers. Shouichi sadly has experienced them and it's not pretty. He'll only recover by drinking a ton of water and taking a painkiller like ibuprofen.

-Shouichi doesn't believe in drinking alone. He thinks drinks should be with friends or for special occasions. Also, I think overall he prefers tea so if the choice came up he's ordering a green tea and watching everyone else drink. This makes him a great designated driver.

Nagito + Clothes

-I think Nagito prefers clothes that are a bit looser and flow. His shirt is slightly too big and his pants aren't skin tight. Even his jacket is a little big. It's a comfort thing for him. Freedom of movement and not feeling constricted in clothing is key to Nagito.

-Nagito loves soft, warm materials. Cotton is great and blends of cotton are fine. Jeans are barely on the tolerate level so he prefers worn jeans that don't have that stiff firmness new denim can have. Nagito dislikes silk clothing. It's too slippery and smooth and feels weird on his skin.

-Nagito prefers to be a little too warm than cold. Part of it is due to being sick as a child and in the hospital (you could never 100% be warm in a hospital no matter how hard anyone tries). The other part is due to my head canon that Nagito gets cold easily. This tendency backfires on the island when he's running around in a jacket. He's stubborn and refuses to take it off.

-One piece of clothing (besides lingerie, which I think is beautiful in general) that Nagito is in love with are ties. There is something about the patterns and colour that draw him to it. (Doesn't help that Hajime wears a tie and Wow that looks Good on Hajime.) Nagito also loves hoodies and jackets. I bet if he's allowed he'd have a collection of them.

-Because I'm Komahina Trash, once he gets together with Hajime, Nagito is all about Stealing His Boyfriend's clothes. Find Nagito wrapped in one of Hajime's shirts or wearing his pants. See Nagito in Hajime's hoodie or jacket. To Nagito sharing clothing is a love language in itself. When Hajime walks out wearing his signature olive jacket Nagito nearly dies on the spot and is So Into It that they are late for breakfast ahaha.

-Nagito likes touching clothing to feel the texture! I think he's a tactile person. Cue him sitting with Peko and Sonia who both can sew for different reasons (Peko for practicality and Sonia because that's just a skill she had to learn growing up) and marveling over the fabric they're working with.

-Speaking of sewing, I think it's a hobby Nagito picks up. He's very good at it too. Nagito has an eye for detail and if his stitches aren't perfect in size or aren't 100% in a straight line he wants to redo them. I also think he likes the skill for the practical applications.

#personal #replies #ask meme #danganronpa 2 #khr #tw: alcohol

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punksarahreese · 4 years ago

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Gloves | 4 mg Ativan

Nosdecember day 14 | @neworleansspecial

Anxious!Ava; Ava’s sensory issues get in the way of a surgery

CW: hospital trauma gore, panic attacks, sensory overload, self injury stims

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“Ava!” Connor’s voice was barely audible over the chaos of the emergency department. It didn’t help that Ava was majorly overwhelmed, trying her hardest to focus on the task at hand so she didn’t have time to panic. It took a gentle nudge from April’s elbow meeting her ribcage before she was able to look up from the central line she had been doing.

“Go help him,” April ushered her out of the treatment room, “I can get a student to do this.”

Ava nodded, too much going on for her to be comfortable to respond. She slipped out of the crowded treatment room, pulling off the pair of gloves that had been making her increasingly uncomfortable. The ED was packed, chaos unfolding as Maggie tried to get the disaster protocol in place. A train accident had all hospitals in the area absolutely swamped with patients and Gaffney was getting the brunt of it due to its proximity. Ava and Connor had been called down to help with the traumas and assess any cases that would need surgical intervention. Connor was pleased; well, as pleased as a trauma surgeon is in such a morbid situation. He enjoyed the chaotic, fast-paced environment of the emergency department when it was experiencing a mass trauma. Ava, however, disliked that exact environment completely. She preferred the predictable, familiar OR where she was in charge and the only thing she had to worry about was finishing the procedure she could often do completely from muscle memory.

To say Ava was uncomfortable was an understatement. She hadn’t seen Sarah in a few hours, since the psychiatrist was jumping between the ED, the waiting room, and upstairs. Connor and her hadn’t been on great terms since their altercation in the CT lounge, especially after Ava had emerged from the room with makeup streaked down her red cheeks and other evident signs of a major panic attack. He didn’t apologize for making her meltdown and she didn’t ask for it; they just fell into some kind of silent cold war. No conversations had come up between them unless it involved work or faux-pleasantries to avoid confusing Latham. Since then, Ava had been increasingly more uncomfortable in Connor’s presence, so the last thing she wanted to do was go help him with a trauma. This meant she didn’t have a single person in her general vicinity to give her some semblance of security, which only worsened her anxiety.

“Finally,” Connor didn’t look up when Ava walked into Baghdad, which meant he missed the death glare she halfheartedly directed at him. He motioned for her to come closer, making her realize how much of a predicament this patient was in.

A large metal rebar was protruding from the upper chest of a teenage boy, whose clothing was bloodied and the rest of his body didn’t look much better. This was unfortunately something Ava had seen more than once since moving to Chicago. From the placement of the bar it looked like it would be a tricky surgery, though not one that Connor couldn’t do with the help of a resident. She wasn’t needed, not really, so why did he call her in here?

“Rebar to the anterior chest cavity, not through and through, pretty sure the bar snagged the left subclavian.”

“Where do you need me?” She tried her best to settle into her surgical mindset, ignoring the way the erratic beeping of the heart monitors was getting to her.

“I don’t think he can make it upstairs,” he was saying as he looked over the labs that Monique handed him, “You’ll need to go to the hybrid OR.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Connor,” Ava gently lifted the gauze packed around the bar to check the wound, “You don’t need me, not for this. I could be helping with the other surgical candidates.”

“You’re going to do this, Ava,” Connor looked at her for the first time, “I have other patients already prepped upstairs.”

Ava’s heart sank. Not only was he forcing her to operate in an unfamiliar OR, he wouldn’t even be there for it. Usually Ava hated sharing her surgeries, especially with Connor, but today was just not a day for that. She hated traumas, was uncharacteristically unsure of things like this, so the thought of doing it without a trauma surgery assist sounded like a bad idea.

“Connor, no.”

“Ava, you’ll be fine,” he was already taking off his gloves and heading to leave the room, “The team’s already prepping, just get the bar out and repair the artery.”

“Connor!” He was already halfway past the nurse’s station by the time she had tried to stop him. Ava was painfully aware of the amount of eyes on her, the staff around her looking to the surgeon for clarification. She tried to take a deep breath but her lungs felt like they were in a vice, panic slowly setting in. She shouldn’t be this nervous, she tried to reason with herself, it was just another surgery. Everything was too much though; this was too much change at once.

“Doctor Bekker?”

“Right, uh,” Ava blinked rapidly as she looked over at the nurse, “Get him to the hybrid OR then. I’ll go scrub.”

She could do this.

She had to.

Five minutes later, she was scrubbing in. She didn’t like this at all, the OR in the emergency department was so different. It was new, yes, and very nice but it wasn’t her ORs. The huge glass windows looking into the ED only worsened it for Ava. She felt like a changed animal being watched at a zoo, except she couldn’t even pace to make herself feel better. She was on display and could see the chaos outside too, it was too much.

“Ready, Doctor Bekker?” some resident whose name she suddenly forgot asked from beside her. The young woman didn’t like Ava very much, probably because she thought she got in her way of Connor, but Ava could not care less. Residents were the least of her worries, especially now.

“Uh, yeah. Give me a second.”

She left the scrub area, going to get her gown and leaving Ava in silence. She got distracted by staring out the window, eyes tracking Natalie as she ran across the ED when a code blue sounded over the speakers. Ava didn’t realize how hard she had been scrubbing her hands until she looked down and saw how red her skin had become. Her anxiety was getting the better of her, making her revert to old compulsions in an attempt to soothe herself. She hadn’t been so obsessive about cleaning since med school, but she found herself washing her hands for a second time because something just felt off.

By the time Ava nudged the door to the OR open with her hip, her adrenaline was so high she wanted to run. Somehow it felt like her heart was going to jump from her chest, as anatomically incorrect as that might be. She was focusing on deep breaths while the scrub nurse helped her into her gown, but when she held open the first glove Ava knew this would be a problem.

Nitrile gloves were a sensory nightmare when she was anxious, as ironic as that was. Yes she was a surgeon and yes surgical gloves and the consistent beeping of heart monitors could trigger sensory meltdowns. Ava didn’t know for sure why and she had spent years forcing herself to ignore the anxiety that ate away at her stomach whenever she felt those gloves touch her skin.

Today was different though.

The second she had both gloves on she wanted to scream, the feeling of the material tight against her hands more uncomfortable than ever. She couldn’t stop herself from immediately reaching to touch her collarbone, a self-soothing stim she had since she could remember, subsequently breaking her sterile field when her hand brushed her neck. Cursing under her breath, Ava apologized and explained to the staff that she would need to go rescrub.

She ran to the sinks without thought, ripping the gloves and gown off her body the second she was out of the operating area. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, heart rate probably above 160 if she had to guess. Everything was too much and even after tossing the offending gloves into the waste bin she felt like they were still there. The awful feeling of bugs crawling along her wrists and the powdery residue left behind from the nitrile made her want to gag.

Before she could stop herself, Ava clapped her hands over her ears. The yelling from the ED, the hum of the air conditioning, and the constant beeping of different machines was finally getting to her. The gloves had been her last straw though, bile rising to her throat at the thought of having to put them back on. Even when she scrubbed at her hands roughly with the harsh anti-microbial soap again she still felt them, the sensation making frustrated tears pop up without consent.

The next thing Ava knew she was on the floor. She couldn’t handle it anymore; everything was so much. She was crying, she knew it, but she couldn’t hear herself or anything else over the flood of thoughts that suddenly hit her. The rough texture of her scrubs was at the forefront of her mind, a constant reminder that she couldn’t exist without one thing touching her. Every tactile sensation was too much in that moment and a harsh sob left her throat.

All she could think about was what Connor said in the lounge that day. All of the intrusive, hateful thoughts that morphed themselves out of his words erupting in her head. Even though most of them weren’t ones Connor had actually said out loud, Ava’s anxiety took his anger poorly and had a hayday with the self-deprecation fuel.

All you do is get in the way, Ava.

Were you even thinking about the patient?

You’re so selfish.

This is so childish.

You’re not cut out to be a surgeon.

Ava was so far in her head she didn’t hear the nurses yelling, trying to get her attention. She didn’t hear Connor’s voice as he was asking her what the hell she was doing and what was wrong. All she could do was sob, short nails digging into her biceps with as much force as she could muster. She was so overwhelmed and everything was too much. She was hyperventilating, the room starting to spin, she was supposed to be doing a surgery. Why wasn’t she in surgery?

The next thing Ava knew she was waking up, disoriented because she didn’t remember falling asleep. It took her a few minutes of confused staring at the white ceiling before she realized she was in a patient room. Panic set in almost immediately, concern for the patient flooding her more than any concern for herself. She felt an immense wave of guilt; what had she done?

The rapid beeping of a heart monitor signaled her increasing tachycardia and that immediately caught someone’s attention. Sarah was there in seconds, hands landing cautiously on Ava’s cheeks to soothe her. Ava didn’t resist because she knew immediately that it was Sarah, relaxing into the touch but unable to make eye contact. She was still overwhelmed, despite the amount of sedatives undoubtedly circulating her system. The mental toll was just as bad as the physical and all she wanted to do was melt into Sarah’s arms and weep.

“Avey,” the pitying look that her girlfriend gave her sent guilt gnawing away at Ava’s stomach again, “Why did you push yourself this far?”

#hello it’s 2 am I barely proofread this 😌🌸#chicago med #ava bekker #sarah reese #reesker #connor rhodes #my aus #4 mg ativan #anxious!ava #nosdecember #mutuals #neworleansspecial #userglow #my-writing

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magic-is-something-we-create · 3 years ago

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Happy wbw! My question for you is what is art like in your world? Is there a lot of decorative pottery? Paintings? Sculptures? Mosaics? Jewelry? Do people value the art or is it seen as a waste of time and resources?

hi!!! happy wbw to you, too!! <3<3<3

I'm gonna answer these a little out of order, but:

Art's value to society is very different among the different places/people of the Ehlverse!! Ehlves, in particular, tend to go for aesthetic and artistry over bare-bones functionality. Sometimes this means they use magic to force impossible buildings to stand on their own, sometimes it means their attempts at machines Do Not Work because they want it to be pretty. Meanwhile, for Dwarves, artistry is secondary to the functionality of a device/building, but still pretty important philosophically. Goblins generally Do Not Care how something looks as long as it works, and even dislike art for the sake of art because their society is very focused on technological innovation and warrior tradition!

tl;dr: each society is very different in how they treat art/what art is seen as "good" or "art" in the first place!!

The most common art for Ehlves tends to be architecture and woodwork! Detailed buildings, intricate carvings and sculptures, even living bridges/art are a hallmark of Ehlven culture across the world, especially the Maelands. Also, pretty wooden ships and delicate textiles. Very Important™ for them :D

Dwarves tend to work with jewellery and stone sculpting, as well as mosaics! One cool thing about them, though, is that they tend to focus less on color and more on tactile texture. Most Dwarves' eyes are very sensitive to light (they have to wear sunglasses above ground 😎) so most art museums/installations are pretty much required to be within arm's reach and touchable!

Humans like painting the most out of all the other forms; Eternal Coldstone has an oil portrait done every year by his favorite artist of the moment, and much of the government follows that tradition to extremes, with new portraits every couple of months.

Fairies like to make jewellery and trinkets out of river stones and seeds/acorns etc., as well as dyeing their clothes with every pigment they can find! The Mikrona (shapeshifters of Deltierin) put on elaborate Shifting puppet shows, and often give themselves animated "tattoos" to show off their skill. Sirens use braided kelp, coral, and scales/bones of various marine life to decorate their homes and bodies. People up in Emarye tend to make ice sculptures or focus in on textiles and weaving over other art forms...

I could go on and on, but I think this answer has gotten lengthy enough!!! Thank you again for sending this in!!!!

#wbw #ehlverse #ehlverse culture #a&a

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salavante · 4 years ago

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I’m going to do a quick analysis on the pieces I felt I learned the most from during Artfight2020. I made 20 character illustrations over the course of a little over a month, got to draw a lot of different characters and environments, and would like to catalog what I feel I gained from it in terms of technique and process. A little Post-Mortem, if you will. Normally I would draw a little cartoon or something as a header but I’m tired lol. These are not really in any order. I am going to include the username of the characters’ owners but am not going to “@” them as not to annoy anyone, these are just kind of my personal thoughts about my process.

Burn Forever - Character owned by @/evilbeards. Really love the colors in this one, it makes it look very regal, while also reminding me of medieval antiquity. This is the best fire I’ve done in awhile because it has both pleasing shapes, and a variance in hues within the flame. I made a point to remember this when I did “The Last Candle Burns”. I also really went all in with uplit lighting that clung to every crag in Tel’s face and think it paid off, it made me more confident that I could pull off more scenes with dramatic lighting in the future. Also, knocking the top of the throne of branches out of black and into dark blue gives an effective illusion of distance.

Bloodline - Characters owned by @/SaltiestGoat (twitter). A solution to characters presented primarily in black and white was to make the colors more symbolic than naturalistic - the story these two characters (who are father and daughter) were presented with was extremely vivid, and so it wasn’t hard to distill it into motifs that could be represented with color - power and violence as red, which is both compounded and spread via war/material wealth (gold), a cyclical relationship that is bright and searing against a cold, grey world. And white as something strange/supernatural and unearthly (eyes and teeth). Something I like when viewing art on a digital screen as opposed to a print or an original is the way that the brightest value of white feels like a stabbing pinprick, it really feels like it shines and elevates it a bit. But, anyway, using so much black was kind of a leap of faith, but it allowed for me to capture the sort of dreamlike atmosphere I was going for.

Dern It- Character owned by @/slabmangrave. Another one of those leaps of faith in using a lot of black, this time to create an illusion of depth implying that perhaps Hogarth here has been wandering around in an endless, stabbing field of cactuses, injecting a little humor, but also the vastness of the landscape. I found it a fun challenge to try and muster up a desert scene in a setting that effectively has no sun (relying on cool colors). The purple was a last minute addition that I ended up really liking, as I think it did better to silhouette The Teeth. I also used very minimal “line coloring” on this - something I really like about the source material is the textural mark making, and I feel like the starkness of black makes things have a little more of a tactile quality, in this case. I also think I might be on to something, representing specks of floating bits as small, short lines.

It’s Coming For You Through The Trees - Character owned by @/peg-head. One, I think this is my favorite set of teeth. I think the uneven quality of the two front teeth really sells it I also found it a fun challenge to change the camera up and have it be looking from a little ways below - I don’t think I entirely sold the concept of the character handing an object down to the viewer, but I think it’s a lot closer than my other attempts. I also liked using what was mostly a limited color palette, and getting to have a more desaturated, naturalistic range of colors. And like I said before, I love that small, stabbing pinprick of white light on a computer screen, and I think it works really well here.

Grease Monkey: Character owned by @/night-margie. This one may have been the most extreme test of my abilities, as I usually try to stay away from background elements that are inorganic, if I can help it. But I’m in the throughs of working on my own sci-fi setting right now and figured I should challenge myself. Not quite limited colors per say, but I think the division of gold and violet light works to separate the different areas of the piece (I tried it first just with blue but found it to be way too homogenous). Not entirely successful in regards to making a character look like they are seated beyond the lip of an object, but I think the pleasing shapes the character creates make up for it…but just barely, lol. I think this has a good balance of black negative space to grimy such-and-such, and am pretty pleased with the stylization of electrical sparks. I’ll have to experiment with it further.

Cryptid Sighting: Character owned by @/gnarliegnasties (twitter). First of all I think the thing this encouraged me to do the most was invest in more abstract, stylized background elements to create the illusion of depth, and I really gotta keep that in my comic-ing back pocket . Typically, I don’t tint my blacks entirely - I usually just color objects and edges that I feel are of special interest, or need to look more cohesive (as is usually the case with seams in clothing or armor, or a character’s fingernails). But In this case, I felt tinting them violet would make the environment feel more lush, and would also attractively frame the warmer blue of the character. This is a color scheme I haven’t tried (teal, purple, blue-green and a light orange-red) and I really enjoy it.

Summersong: Character owned by @/satourni. I really love the colors on this one - but, this is one of those pieces where I feel like I could do it better if I tried again! I definitely learned a lot from - I don’t think the underwater effect around the character is quite convincing, and would have been better served with the surface being visible in the gap between Kester and the camera. I’d also say the small, beadlike drops of water are more effective than the really big, heavy ones. I’d love to do more underwater scenes - makes me homesick!

Hail To The King - Character owned by @/ petarvee (twitter). This is the one that I think I put the most time in that yielded the least satisfaction for me - I definitely feel like I overworked it. Snakes and creatures with likewise long necks are hard to draw, they need to taper in a way that feels natural, and I don’t think I really sold their feeling of mass - and the way it squishes and stretches - to my preference. I also stepped out of my comfort zone with the brighter, more saturated colors, and though I like the hoodoos, I think the rest of it is a little too discordant, despite my efforts. Should’ve had a stronger light source, or focused less on spectacle and more on portraying the character. I bit off a little more than I could chew with the hydra. I admit, I really like this artist’s work and was anxious about doing something for him - so, I ended up trying a little too hard to make something flashy. But, better to have rose to a challenge and failed doing something ambitious than to do something boring, I suppose.

In summation:

-Let shapes made out of solid colors or black create illusion of distance or more objects.

-More limited color palettes seem to yield the best results for one-off illustrations, I’m still a little new at coloring compared to other people and need to remember that. I need to “grind” a little more.

-A painted-in highlight accentuating an edge can both imply a stronger light source, and be a way to separate shapes too similar in value. But don’t overdo it or it becomes a little obnoxious.

-Knock back an object with color to make them feel further away - you know, atmospheric something or another.

-Balance black negative space with textured surfaces - it shouldn’t be a clean 50/50.

- Those little hash marks do a pretty good job at varying texture and particle effects. Use em more.

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it1776 · 3 years ago

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Xbox Series X Pro Controller Hex Blade Pro Controller Review

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQUxVg75v2Y

Hello everyone! Welcome back to Too Much Tech.

And in today's video, we're going to be reviewing

this controller that I have from Hex Gaming.

This is the Xbox version of this controller

and obviously will work with Xbox One, One X, Series S,

and Series S.

Why Microsoft name of that?

Not entirely sure.

I actually don't have the new consoles myself.

I have an Xbox Series X, but I primarily use this

on PC.

So what, that's what most of my experience is going

to be on.

Obviously, it's an Xbox One controller

like all the functions you know, what not worth the mic.

This whatever port that nobody ever really uses.

And it does have Micro USB,

just like a regular Xbox controller, because that's what

it's based on.

But, I do wish that Microsoft would like update

to USB Type-C. Sony did.

Sony did.

So, Microsoft, you're next.

But, not necessarily in regards to this controller,

because obviously they're just modifying the ones

that Microsoft has.

And this one I think is an incredible value

for what it is.

And it's really easy to use, other than like maybe

like swapping the panels and whatnot,

but we'll talk about that a little bit later.

So first up, let's go ahead and talk about

the unboxing experience. So, I think the box

actually looks really clean.

It's got a controller just so that you can easily take off

the thumbsticks, and then the two paddles,

or buttons I should say, that are on the back

of the controller.

The Hex Blade tactical gaming controller

for Xbox One and PC.

Designed for esports through Hex Gaming.

Blah, blah, blah.

I will leave Hex Gaming's link in description below,

because they did send this controller out to me

a couple...

No. Two, three months ago I want to say, in January.

And it's pretty clean.

They do give you a few different thumbsticks in the box,

so they give you a domed medium, a domed long,

a concave long, and a regular thumbstick.

And then, obviously you have the ones that come

on the controller. Two remappable buttons

on the back, and the trigger control mechanism

basically you have trigger stops.

So, really nice I would say.

The controller, the feel in the hand is pretty premium.

But let's check out this carrying case

that they give you as well, because this is not

a bad value at all.

So, you have a quick start guide right here,

which is just going to show you, you know,

how to use the controller and whatnot.

And then, on the back, obviously you know,

you have your rear button setup that we'll get

into in just a bit.

Actually, let's go ahead and talk about that right now.

It is also really nice as well that they give you

a six-month warranty for defects with the controller,

but if you have any issues, I would just hit them up

on social networks. And then you just have

like these little, little storage compartments

very similar to an Elite controller for your additional

thumbsticks and whatnot.

And taking off the thumbsticks is really easy.

You just pull it off, and then you just have

to line it back up to put it back on.

And that's it.

Super duper easy. Personally, I have been using

the two convex thumbsticks, the shorter ones.

I wish that there was a medium length thumbstick

that came in the box that was convex.

That would be perfect for aiming for me,

because this does feel a tad short.

But, otherwise, you know, I think it's fine.

And it is decently grippy as well. I would say it's a bit

more grippy than the thumbsticks that Microsoft uses

on their controllers.

Okay. Getting down to the controllers.

So, the controller obviously is extremely comfortable.

Some of the options that I selected myself,

because they did allow me to customize the controller myself.

I just went with the black back buttons,

and then this white back here,

the side grip I believe only comes in black

if you want this kind of texture.

But I think that it looks pretty cool.

And then, the best thing about this controller

is the different face plates that you can get.

Now, these you can't really, you know, swap them out.

You just got to pick it when you decide to get

your controller, but these face plates

are really cool and they do have themed controllers as well

that you can pick from, but I would just customize

my own personally.

I like this little swirl that they got going on.

I just think it looks really cool and very novel.

In terms of like the performance and whatnot.

You do have trigger stops here, so you do have

a full trigger press.

You switch that down and now you've got

a half trigger press, which I think is very useful

for shooters.

Three step trigger stops I don't really think

are fully necessary.

Two steps I think are fine. It's nice to just have it,

but if you did have one additional step,

what I found one some controllers that usually have

those multi-stage trigger stops sometimes it just comes off

and then it doesn't even...

It's not that it doesn't work,

but like if you hit it too hard, sometimes they just

get disengaged, so I feel like the one level of trigger stop

is fine.

Now, in terms of the batteries and whatnot,

you know, it's not rechargeable or at least I didn't opt

for the rechargeable battery pack.

This is more of an Xbox issue.

The battery life is just however long your AA batteries

are going to last.

So, performance wise, thet thumbsticks

are extremely smooth. I would say that these

are comparable to the PowerA controller

that I reviewed a while ago which, those I like quite a bit.

Those are extremely smoooth.

This is very similar.

Maybe...

If I have to quantify like 10% slower-ish.

But I mean, you know, controlling it wise,

is perfectly fine. I do think that these thumbsticks

are very good, very grippy as well.

D-pad it's just normal.

You know, it's just a regular D-pad

from an Xbox controller, just recolored.

But, it is fairly tactile. Controller does feature Bluetooth.

I usually just paly wired, but otherwise,

it's a very, very good and premium feeling

Elite style controller for the Xbox platform.

And this is also now probably going

to be my favorite controller to use as far

as having controllers on Windows.

Reason being, I just really enjoy the placement

of these back paddles here. Like this is just so easy

and natural to hit quickly.

And it doesn't really,

you know, take much effort to actuate it.

And there's no weird placement that your thumb has to

basically learn like you do with a Scuf.

Like having a Scuf, you got to kind of learn

like a weird placement to use these back paddles.

But, using this Hex Gaming controller,

it's very easy. Like it's very natural.

Nothing that you have to relearn.

Your hands just naturally rest right where

those buttons are.

And I feel like that's the most important thing.

If you're going to be using a Pro controller,

it should feel 100% natural to you.

So, if you're looking for the most natural feeling

Pro controller for the Xbox platform,

I will look no further than this.

And then, and also, this thing is extremely customizable.

Like I mean seriously, it's like insane.

So right now we are on Hex Gaming's website,

and you know, you can view all the available controllers

that they have.

But personally, I will go right to making my own.

But I mean, it looks like they got a sale going on

right now where some are between $35-ish to $45 off

which is very good.

I mean that's pretty insane.

And then, also they do have PlayStation controllers

available as well, but I believe these are

for PS4.

The case, honestly for me, looks a little strange,

so I don't really know if I would check out

a PlayStation controller from them.

And obviously, the PS4 controllers...

PS4 controllers are good and you can use them

on PS5. But more or less, you're only going

to be using it on PS4 games.

Like if the game is not PS4 compatible,

your controller doesn't work on PS5 which kind of sucks,

and I wish that Sony would change it,

but I'm pretty sure they aren't going to,

because obviously they want to sell their new controllers.

So, I hope that Hex Gaming is going to get

PlayStation PS5 controllers in soon

that are also just as customizable.

As we can see, they are indeed planning on it as well,

so for your PlayStation guys, be sure to stay tuned,

because I'm pretty sure they're going to be coming out

with something and I will probably

review it when it comes.

But back to the topic at hand, the Blade controller

so you can make your own. We're going to click that.

And I mean look at just how many face plates there are.

Is this...

I don't think that's the one that I picked.

Let's see here.

I got this origin of chaos.

This one looks so clean to me. I absolutely knew

that I had to have it when I seen it.

I mean you got a blood splatter.

Weeds. You know, if that's your thing.

Like you know, whatever, dude.

Oh, they got a couple of them. There are a couple of it.

If you're a cannabis enthusiast, you know,

they got you covered.

And they got chrome.

Chrome cy... That's kind of clean. That chrome cyan,

chrome silver.

Okay. You know. Just depends on what you're into.

Clear. Even if, you know, if you're after the Game Boy

retro vibes.

Well, they got this...

What is this? Like a translucent, where it's not exactly

as transparent. That's kind of clean.

D-pad, they got a ton of different options.

I believe I went for the matte white.

And then, they got some chrome options as well.

ABXY, you know. They just have a ton

of different options in all the different categories.

Different base colors and whatnot for your thumbsticks.

RB buttons you can change as well. You can get a little wild

with them.

Even the buttons on the back, you can also change

the color of these two. So I mean,

It's pretty cool. I think that, you know,

by the time you get one of these all the way out,

you know, you get up to about that $200 price point.

I think it's a pretty fair deal. I mean, right now,

I mean this controller looks pretty insane.

And we haven't like added anything functionally

to the controller, you know. We could have went

with the barebones controller for $140 which is pretty nuts.

But, you know, once we start to customize it,

add on a few of those things, it's only like, you know,

$40, maybe $50 max if you're really pushing it,

but I don't even think it'll let me go that high.

I mean it really only added like an extra like $35.

And we had a pretty fully kitted custom controller.

Hex Gaming...

I don't know guys. That's a really good deal.

You know, Scuf is very easy to go.

$200 plus.

I think that this is a very good and fair price

for, at least an Xbox controller. I'm curious

what the price is going to be

on the PlayStation 5 controller.

So, you know, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a bit more.

If it's similarly priced to this,

I would say it's incredibly fair.

Even topping out at about $200.

I think that's pretty decent.

You know, spending $200 on the controller,

especially like after I'm kind of past the whole

controller phase at the moment,

it's just a little, it's just a little much for me.

$150, $170 is quite a lot.

But at the same time, you got the Elite 2 controller

which is pricey as heck, but this is a lot

more customizable.

So, I don't know. I don't know.

But for now, this controller is definitely my favorite.

Huge shout-out to Hex Gaming for sending this out as well.

If you guys are interested in it for yourself,

I will have Hex Gaming linked in the description below

so you guys can check them out.

But that is going to be it for this video.

If you guys enjoy, feel free to drop a like,

subscribe, if you guys are new to the channel as well.

And thank you again for watching.

Join the Discord, follow me on Twitter,

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Hello and I hope you are doing well, is it okay (despite the fact you probably have a bit of matchup requests) if I could get a matchup for BNHA if that is okay?

Okay so the essentials, I am Male (trans) and Omniromantic Asexual (male/masculine leaning), 5'6ish, Capricon, INTJ, in between thin and chubby, brown eyes, red hair up to the cab muscles (henna dyed). My personality is hard to explain, every person has a different opinion of me but the main things I hear are intemidating, empathetic, kind, a serious & calm, and intelligent? (But nah the intelligence part is really only in spanish lol). I'm increadbly insecure in myself. Almost to the point where it becomes self deprecating and self humorous but I almost become hypocritical when it comes to other people feeling insecure/taking care of themselves, I'm also a self sacrificing freak in a way. However on the lighter topic, I believe I'm a good friend! I would offer my advice, comfort, food, help in the clothes of my own back, because of this I may be considered naive and people may see me as being flirtatious even if I believe I'm beings good friend. But all of that goes to dirt if I or anyone I was close to were to be insulted, I keep my friends incredibly dear to me. One more thing about myself, I am a emotional and a animal empath that can become very emotional when it comes to seeing riots/movements and just seeing a cute pupper. When it comes to this sensitivity I can also get overwhelmed by large crowds and by loud noises, usually what helps me is being in the dark and being held/constricted by something/someone. I just like the dark, it's comforting to me and I use it to my advantage. Now onto my likes, I have an interest in witchcraft/the supernatural and celestial, and as being someone that believes that everything exists in it's own way I have an open mind to these things as well as a few unnatural experiences. Naps...I don't get enough of em and that just makes my love stronger, I also really like cosplay and acting in general, and if drawing dark/vent art counts then count it right in! And if it helps my favorite animals in order are Wolves, Ravens, and Orcas. As to not end on a negative note I'll tell more things about myself. I'm very much into PDA if not in public then just in private at least, I want to be close to my significant other and I since I've been touched starved for a long time any touch of any kind I will accept. I am also sensitive to sound (if someone is raising their voice or yelling at me I will think they are yelling at me and try to run away) and light (I don't like very bright places it strains my eyes and hurts to be in for a while)

Hello! Thank you for requesting, you're actually the second request I've gotten for a matchup and the only one I had in my ask! I was super excited to write this for you!!

Your BNHA match is... Fumikage Tokoyami!

I passionately ship this already, I am positive it would be one of those relationships that helps both partners grow and they bring out the best in each other!!! I feel like he wouldn't be someone who feels intimidated by your outward personality - it sounds like you have a bit of a calm and collected exterior that people misunderstand or misinterpret, but you are deeply kind, gentle, and empathic underneath that. This is something he relates to a lot, and being misjudged or people making assumptions based on his dark appearance (his RBF) is normal, so I think if anything he'd be more attracted to you at first above all else and he actually finds your quiet nature very soothing.

He needs a deeply emotionally strong person and a supporter, he's very drawn to those who build others up and have kindness in their heart, so I feel that your relationship would always be full of lots of warmth, love, and a deep level of shared trust. He's very much a vocal person about his feelings in private and it's very important to him that both of you feel satisfied physically and emotionally with your shared affection; he's a cuddle bug but in a chill way, and this man can sweep you off your feet with the most beautiful poetic compliments and appraisal you've ever encountered in your life. Very chivalrous, and a believer in courting / staying persistent with his efforts even past the honeymoon phase. It definitely will help with your confidence in the relationship!

Speaking of which, physical appearance insecurities is something Tokoyami understands thoroughly. He has been aware since early childhood that he looks different than everyone around him for the most part, and despite a lot of diversity within quirks that's been integrated into society, he in particular got quite a physical variation and he always deep down fears he's not attractive enough or that he's too odd looking for a partner to stay interested in for very long. He thinks he's incapable of being handsome, and while he's pretty good at regulating these emotions and keeping them in-check, managing them gets difficult when he catches feelings for someone and he really gets into his head about rejection fears.

All in all, I feel like you both would relate and share some similar experiences in that area, and you could always build each other up and remind one another that you're beautiful inside and out.. and absolutely deserve the best treatment. He reminds you sometimes when needed to take care of yourself and set boundaries with others so that you keep your health as a priority.

Relationship Headcanons:

- 1000000% takes part in your witchcraft interests with you, he was utterly delighted when he found out about it and immediately offers to help you out in any way he can, even running errands to acquire supplies you may need. He wants to talk about it frequently and learn more ideas / in depth perspectives from you - you could teach him a thing or two, since he also practices!!

- After this is when he finally lets you see his room because he was kinda salty after class 1A saw it and made fun of him for it... Lol. But after that he knew you wouldn't judge him and now you both take frequent long naps in there on days off. He's very very cuddly and really enthused about being able to spoon you.

- He understands you have heightened senses and you may sometimes get overstimulated sensory-wise. He is constantly looking out for signs that you're overwhelmed, and always remains very aware and in-tune with how you're feeling. He's wonderful and super understanding - he took a lot of time learning exactly what to do and how to best assist you in these situations. If you get distressed by crowds, bright lights, or noises his first priority is to get you to a safe place and he will politely ask if he can comfort you in the ways you like; restriction probably with hugs and keeping you in a dark, quiet / calm environment so that your heightened state can relax and reset. He is patient and will never, ever punish you or get frustrated with you for needing a break.

- If you're also very tactile and find textures / certain sensations soothing, his bird like feathers / hair is very very soft... Feel free to touch and stroke whenever, he actually quite likes soft loving hands since I think he may also be a very affectionate person, and you're the only person he allows to do this.

- You'll always find gifts that he caters to your preferences in your room, with a poem or some heartfelt words on a note...He does it enough to remind you that you're worth the world and more, especially to him, but not excessively. He still wants it to be a special surprise every time!

- He never ridicules or judges your art, regardless of if it's dark vent art or not. If anything he always compliments your ability to put such emotion in your work and he likes them because it allows him to connect with you and understand you better.

- Overall he's a really aware, giving, supportive, attentive partner and he finds that your empathy and compassion has brought him healthy changes to his life, too. Y'all are goals!

#bnha #my hero academia #match up requests #match ups #matchup request #boku no academia #fumikage tokoyami

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notcanoncompliant · 5 years ago

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Finely Tuned

So I read this fluffy-ass prompt a while back:

“Person A was waiting for Person B to arrive for their first date, and when Person B doesn’t show up, Person A’s afraid they’ve been stood up. As Person A is about to leave, they get a phone call from an unknown number. It’s Person B, apologizing and telling Person A they’re in the emergency room for [[insert various stupid reasons here]]. Person A shows up to the hospital with take out, and A & B have their first date in a hospital room.”

….and my brain did this: ****************************************

Peter’s been way too lucky, lately.

His last bad night on patrol was over a month ago, resulting in a pretty minor bullet-grazing. Fixing his suit had been the worst part of that encounter.

This time, though, Peter’s sure there will be significantly worse consequences as he takes in what he can see of the spotless, sanitarium-style room he’s woken up in, the impossibly strong cuffs strapping him down spread-eagle on a hospital bed…and the whole ‘naked except for his mask’ deal.

He’s laying face-up and his head’s not strapped down, but he doesn’t bother looking around long for any objects he could use in an escape, weapons or otherwise. It only takes a few tugs against his restraints to realize he won’t be breaking out of them on his own, and he feels a rush of nerves; the strength of those cuffs means there’s a good chance he knows where he is, or at least, who has him.

A crackling sound emits from a small black circle at the center of the un-textured white ceiling.

“Hey, Charlotte’s Web.”

Peter stiffens at the familiar voice.

There’s a soft chuckle. “How do you feel about playing doctor?”

"Will she record…everything?”

Tony nods absently, flicking away another holo-screen of stats.

“Yeah, kid. Everything. That’s the point of the study. If FRIDAY knows everything, I know everything, and the suit’ll be ready for anything.”

It makes sense, but Peter still feels a little nervous about it. None of the tests so far have been anything close to invasive–mostly just wearing stick-on sensors while he does active things; runs on a treadmill or climbs walls–and he does trust the billionaire. Tony’s been nothing but good to him since they officially met on the MIT campus those few weeks ago.

Peter catches the words 'Tactile Sensitivity’ before the new screen gets flipped away.

Peter makes a sound, something he refuses to acknowledge as a whimper, and his face flares hot behind his mask. Another quiet laugh drifts down from the ceiling.

“Pulse up, temp rising…Are you afraid?”

The smirk is obvious, even if he can’t see the owner.

“No,” the voice continues, “I don’t think you are.”

“FRIDAY, can you–can you disable the recording? For, like, fifteen minutes? Please?”

He’s sitting at the foot of the bed, gripping two handfuls of the down comforter at the edge of the mattress.

The room Tony gave him to stay in for the overnight portion of the study is as cozy and welcoming as a hotel room (which is to say, not very much). It definitely feels as anonymous as one, and that illusion of privacy and alone-ness isn’t really helping him resist.

“I’m sorry, Peter; you’re not authorized to override or pause the recording.”

Peter squeezes his eyes shut. He can ignore it. He can. He does.

…He caves. The need’s too strong.

His pants and boxers end up shoved halfway down his thighs, and he wraps a hand around himself.

The door opens, and Peter hears someone step inside and shut it behind them. Footsteps tap across linoleum, stopping at the end of the bed.

“Oh,” Tony says lowly, “you’re definitely not.”

Eyes facing resolutely upward, Peter listens as the genius make his way around to stand beside him.

Something brushes feather-light across the tip of his erection, and Peter gasps involuntarily. The gasp turns into a quiet moan when that something begins paying deliberate but gentle attention to his leaking slit. Shutting his eyes, he bites down on his lower lip and struggles not to arch his hips into the contact.

Tony hums in interest.

“Love seeing how far down that blush goes.”

“Fuck, Mr. Stark–Tony–”

Peter gasps the name out as quietly as he can, imagines it’s Tony’s hand he’s fucking instead of his own.

Imagines Tony crooning filthy, sweet nothings into his ear as Peter slides his cock in and out of the slicked channel of the genius’ hand.

–You’re a slut for this, Pete, I knew you would be.

–Say it. Say you’re a slut for me.

“I’m–I’m a slut for this–for you,” he groans out into the silent guest room.

–Good boy. Make yourself cum, sweetheart. Make a mess.

He gasps Tony’s name again as he tenses up and spills over his own fist.

“I did some research after you left,” Tony says, casually.

The something–a fingertip, Peter’s 99% sure–does a few more small sweeps over the head of his dick and then stops, pulling away entirely. Peter whines at the loss, but he still doesn’t tilt his head to look.

“Did you know,” the genius says over a dull clicking sound, a case being opened, “that spiders have heightened sensitivity to touch?”

Peter wonders if this is how a heart-attack might feel.

“It’s an oversimplification,” Tony continues, “See, Pete, a spider’s touch sensitivity is fine-tuned–”

There’s a short, plastic click, and then buzzing.

“–to pick up vibrations.”

Tony clears his throat.

Peter pauses as he’s reaching for a cereal box.

“I watched the recordings,” Tony says.

Grabbing the box down from the shelf, Peter pours himself a bowl. It’s Frosted Mini Wheats, his favorite. The billionaire started stocking it in his personal kitchen after the first few times Peter’d slipped into the penthouse and crashed on the couch after patrol.

“Did you,” Peter says mildly, taking a bite of cereal. He still doesn’t turn around, doesn’t want Tony to see the pink that’s surely bloomed across most of his face.

When Tony doesn’t say anything immediately, Peter nearly looks over at him, nearly loses this game of chicken they’ve been playing for weeks.

Neither of them speak. Peter stubbornly eats his cereal at the counter, listens to the tapping of the billionaire’s fingers on his tablet.

Eventually, the tapping stops.

“Do you trust me, Pete?”

“Oh, God–”

“Thank you, but 'Mr. Stark’ is fine.”

Peter struggles a little, puts pressure on the restraints. Whines at the lack of give.

Tony tuts at him.

“Save your breath, sweetheart.”

He does trust Tony. Trusts the forty-year-old genius to take care of him. Of his secrets. Doesn’t matter that there was a little hero worship mixed in there, too, at first; Tony never took advantage. After his guest lecture, when Peter had come to him at the tail end of all the other student admirers, the older man had been warm and professional. Talked to Peter like an equal, despite the nearly twenty-year age difference.

And when Peter took a chance and called him after a particularly rough patrol, Tony collected him and brought him to the tower, no questions asked. Aside from whether or not he needed serious medical attention.

Tony Stark was the second person he’d trusted with his secret identity, and the genius had done nothing but provide him access to his lab and give him a safe place to crash when Peter needed it.

“Yeah,” Peter says, putting his spoon down, turning to face Tony.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Tony. I trust you.”

The billionaire smirks at him, eyes dark, and heat pools low in Peter’s stomach.

“Then I have a proposal.”

Peter’s outright trembling as the end of the toy drags torturously light and slow up the inside of his left thigh. Closer…closer…it’s so close, feels like it’s a hairsbreadth away from where he wants it, needs it–

He almost sobs when it’s removed completely.

“Oh, Pete,” Tony says, almost reverently, “Barely anything and you’re already soaked. You slut.”

A shiver rolls through Peter’s body at the word, and he bites down on his lip again desperately to hold back another whine.

The vibrator returns to touch down on the inside of his right knee. He groans.

As Tony slides it back up along a path that mirrors the first on his opposite thigh–just as lightly, just as slow–Peter thinks he might actually cry. Tony’s right; hardly anything and he’s already about to fall apart, a pathetic mess under Tony’s hands.

This time, the toy stops at the end of its trail, but doesn’t pull away. Peter pulls against his wrist restraints in an effort to distract himself from the urge to shift his hips.

So close.

“What–uh, what exactly do you have in mind?” Peter asks. His mouth is so dry it’s hard to get the words out.

“A surprise. For you. In the vein of the study.”

Peter nods slowly. “Okay…”

“No impact play,” Tony says calmly. He’s not even looking at Peter now, just scrolling through something on his tablet. “Nothing extreme, nothing dangerous. You’ll have a safeword; that’s non-negotiable.”

The billionaire finally glances up. “In the interest of full–” he pauses, “–of enough disclosure, it would be…intimate.”

“I–I figured,” Peter manages.

At the first sense of vibration under the head of his swollen cock, Peter cums abruptly, three warm jets along his stomach, up to his chest. Through his rushing heart beat and ragged breathing, he hears the buzzing stop, and Tony’s low, impressed whistle.

Gentle fingers brush the edge of Peter’s mask, and Peter lifts his head so Tony can pull it all the way off. When he lays back down, Tony’s leaning just slightly over him, smirking.

“Comfy, Pete?”

Peter shuts his eyes, swallows thickly. Nods.

“Remember your words?”

He nods again.

Tony tsks quietly.

“Words, kid,” he says, amused, “I need to hear you say them.”

“Red for stop…green for good…yellow to slow down,” Peter rasps out. His breathing is just beginning to steady, but he still feels like he’s been running.

A calloused hand cards through his hair, massages his scalp. Peter shuts his eyes as a moan slips out without his permission.

Tony huffs a quiet, affectionate laugh.

“Good boy.”

The hand slips from Peter’s hair, and Peter hears and feels the older man shift back to stand in line with his hips. There’s another click, and the buzzing starts again.

“FRI, darling,” the inventor says, nonchalantly, “be a doll and start the counter, for me, please.”

Peter tenses, lifting his head sharply.

It’s been almost a month since he’s seen Tony, and Peter’s beginning to think nothing’s going to happen. All the texts they’ve exchanged–and they’ve been few and far between, a sharp contrast to the weeks prior to their last meeting–have been short and perfunctory on Tony’s end.

He tries not to be disappointed; it’s Tony Stark. The guy could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he just didn’t feel the need to follow through on an encounter with a semi-experienced twenty-two year old kid. Just because he’d looked at Peter like he wanted to completely devour him the one time doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

Mid-swing, Peter hears a cry from below, changes direction.

Tony’s probably busy, Peter reasons as he drops down into an alley and what sounds like a garden-variety mugging, and it’s not like the billionaire owes Peter an explanation, anyway–

The alley’s empty, except for a small radio on the ground, still pumping out high-definition, very realistic sounds of a violent physical confrontation.

Something stings his neck, and he barely manages to sling a directionless strand of webbing before he drops and everything goes dark.

“I can’t, Tony, please…” Peter begs.

He knows he’s a mess, in his mind–everything is hot and overwhelming but so fucking amazing in a terrible kind of way–and on the outside–tears down his face, sticky all over his chest and stomach and thighs.

“Shh, Pete; you can, sweetheart. One more. Come on. Just one more.”

Tony’s voice is comforting and infuriating and grounding all at once. The genius had ceased the excess touches ages ago (only because Peter had begged him to stop when even fingers carding through his hair or trailing lightly down his limbs became too much to handle), but the older man hasn’t stopped talking. Sweet, encouraging, filthy words; warm endearments and oh so satisfying degradation.

Peter makes a desperate, wordless sound, tries fruitlessly to twist away as Tony draws the vibrator up from the base of Peter’s shaft back to the head.

For a moment it’s a continuation of the same torture of the last however-long-its-been, and then Tony moves away.

Struggling to lift his head, Peter stares down the sticky wreck of his torso in time to see Tony lean down and sweep his tongue over the head of his cock at the same time the vibrations crank up to a frankly unholy level.

“How’re you feeling, kid?” Tony asks.

It’s kind of a big question, Peter thinks.

He’s in the vee of Tony’s legs, reclined against that broad chest while they lounge together on Tony’s obscenely large bed. There’s no tension whatsoever in his muscles, he had the most satisfying nap he’s had in maybe years, and he’s absolutely stuffed from the veritable buffet of aftercare-appropriate food. Tony’s been checking and gently massaging his wrists and ankles, even after his healing factor made quick work of the faint red marks left by the restraints.

He feels loved.

…Or like he’s still coasting on the oxytocin rush of eight consecutive orgasms.

“Um. Good. Great,” Peter says finally, flushing slightly.

Tony hums, and a hand slides into Peter’s hair, calloused fingers scritching lightly at his scalp.

“We’ll try for nine, next time.”

Peter chokes.

#starker #dom!tony #sub!peter #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #fic prompt #starker fic #nff #nff starker #tw: dubious consent #dom/sub #unreliable narrator

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auti-things · 5 years ago

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Hi, sorry if I’m interrupting your holidays. What would be your top tips for someone (still in high school) who has recently found out they’re autistic? How does stimming work? If I’ve repressed stimming how do I relearn it? And coping with meltdowns/shutdowns. What’s the difference? What happens if I have one at school? I’m kind of scared because of how autism is portrayed in the media and I don’t know where to start.

It's great that you're reaching out! I understand your concern, especially given how it's portrayed in the media. Where I had to come to was: I am still the exact same person I was before I found out I was autistic. My diagnosis does not change who I am, it just helps me understand why I'm having difficulties in some aspects of my life and it provides some tools that will help me function better in those areas.

Learning about autism takes some time. Because every autistic individual is different, it can be hard to make perfectly accurate blanket statements. What I struggle with, you may excel at. And vice versa. But reading blogs by actually autistic people does help a lot. And reading testimonies by people who were diagnosed later in life and how they relearned their suppressed stims and how they deal with meltdowns and shutdowns is also helpful. However, while it's not always inaccurate, it's not usually a good idea to read stuff written by non-autistic (allistic) people. They don't usually fully understand why autistic people behave the way they do.

As far as relearning stimming. I would suggest to start researching what stimming actually is. Stimming is short for self stimulating behaviors. Everybody stims. But for some people (to name a few: autistic and adhd people and people with anxiety disorders) it serves a different purpose. I personally believe anything can be a stim. If it involves one of your senses (sight, touch, taste, smell, hearing, proprioception, and vestibular) and it feels good and you do it repetitively, then it's a stim. I'll share some of the common stims for each sense:

Visual: staring at pretty lights, staring at spinning things, repetitive blinking, shaking/wiggling something (often fingers) in front of the eyes, watching things upside down, or anything that involves vision/looking at something.

Auditory: listening to something repetitively, making vocal sounds, tapping your ears, snapping your fingers, or anything that involves listening to something.

Tactile/touch: rubbing certain materials/textures, rubbing the skin with hands or other objects/materials, finger-tapping surfaces/objects, finger wiggling, touching warm or cold things, or anything that engages the sense of touch.

Taste/gustation: eating certain foods repetitively, chewing on things, biting things, licking things, or anything that involves the mouth/taste.

Smell: smelling certain scents repetitively (can be objects, people, perfumes, soaps, or any number of things), or anything that involves smells.

Vocal/verbal: (while not exactly a sense, it's hard to categorize these in a different way) repeating words/phrases (either for the sound/feeling of repeating it or as a method of communication) this is called echolalia and it has 2 forms(immediate and delayed), singing, humming, or anything that involves the vocal chords.

Proprioception: pressure/weight on the body, pacing, jumping, popping joints, running, tiptoeing, standing on one leg, hand flapping, leg shaking/bouncing, or anything that activates the sense of proprioception.

Vestibular sense: swinging, rocking, spinning, jumping, shaking your head back and forth, rolling, lying with your head hanging off the bed/couch/whatever, or anything that involves your vestibular sense.

This is just a very basic idea of some common stims for each sense. To relearn stimming, you just have to try things out. It may feel awkward at first, but letting yourself stim is beneficial. If you can, try getting some stim/fidget toys you think look interesting, and some chewelry to try chewing on. Try jumping around and flapping your hands and wiggling your fingers and rocking back and forth. Just try it all and see what feels nice. If it feels nice, keep doing it. However, do your best to avoid stims that could hurt you or others around you.

Coping with meltdowns and shutdowns and what's the difference. I'm honestly not good at explaining this, but a meltdown is more of an outward reaction why a shutdown is more of an inward reaction. They're both responses to external stimuli, but in a meltdown those reactions are expressed outwardly, while in a shutdown those reactions are internalized. As far as how they look different... a meltdown seems more "explosive" while a shutdown seems more... calm, i guess? Sorry. I'm not great at explanations.

Meltdowns are different for everyone, but often the person is doing things like shouting, pacing, hitting themselves, running away, and/or crying. Shutdowns are also different for everyone, but often the person lies down, stops responding, goes limp, can't speak, and/or gets really sleepy. Again, these look different for everyone. And the factors that lead into a meltdown or shutdown look different for everyone.

What happens if you have a meltdown or shutdown largely depends on the people around you and how much information they have about how to help you in those moments. If you have previously communicated with someone saying things like "when I have a meltdown it looks like this... and you can help me by doing this..." then that person will be more able to help you. But disclosing that information is up to you.

Since it can be hard/impossible to communicate once a meltdown or shutdown has begun, another option is to carry around cards that say "i'm having a meltdown. Here's what I need/how to help me" or the same for a shutdown. That way if you have a meltdown or shutdown around people who don't already know how to help you, you can hand them the card with the information.

I understand it's a scary diagnosis to be given. The media portrayal of autism is often inaccurate and incites fear and stigma around autistic people. But a diagnosis is a tool you can choose to use in order to help yourself feel better/function better. Keep reaching out and asking your questions. Keep reading abour the terms and what they mean. Keep reading about different people's experiences. And ask your questions to lots of different people so you can get their experiences too. The autism community is a great community to be a part of. Best of luck!

#ask #asks #autism #autistic #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #ask an autistic #asd #stimming #stim #embrace the stim #meltdown #shutdown

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themockingcrows · 5 years ago

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Familiar ch. 3: Sensory Overload

Also available on AO3! This chapter is SFW. John/Dave

Prepared to learn or not, there's only so much a human can do in the face of sensory overload. Especially when that human used to be a bird.

One thing that John had not anticipated for those first few weeks with Dave was the sheer amount of sensory changes his friend was having to cope with all at once due to his transformation. Noises that would startle a bird were still enough to make Dave caw in upset and flare his wings out, though now it was a lot more to contend with than just a large bird. A human shouting in upset at noises and knocking things over with wings was a lot to handle in the face of breakable objects around the house. Emotions were confusing and hard to deal with when there wasn’t vocabulary for it yet, things much more complex now than they used to be in his mind. Tactile touch, sense of smell, taste, different textures. Comfort things that Dave had done before were either out of reach or very different now, leaving him with fewer ways to soothe himself to boot.

This burden fell to John, and to a bigger extent his more prepared father.

Between lessons on the alphabet and colors and shapes and words for household objects came time experimenting with basic things like wearing clothing, using the utensils right, and building up hand eye coordination for complicated tasks. When there was time, they tried to find things that would help Dave be comfortable and calm, trying to teach him words and phrases to match different emotions and feelings and sensations so he could develop opinions and let them know more of what he was thinking or feeling when upset. It was stressful, all of it, and there wasn’t even the comfort of being able to perch on John’s shoulder again like the old days. Years of the same habits had died the day Dave was changed, with nothing remaining exactly the same. Only he had changed, but the entire world may as well for how it left him free falling those first few weeks.

When he reached his limits Dave bit his nails, bit his forearms, bit John, even bit James a few times when he was startled or angry, unable to give warning pecks and too upset to remember the words to signal that he needed something to slow down or stop for a second. Touch was difficult sometimes, different textures made him upset as often as they made him croon with wonder and delight, and different noises were as hit or miss as the music John played. Scaling high places to glide, wings too small for proper flight, was a consistent way to upset the others in the household, same as splashing as much as he wanted in the tub despite needing to clean his feathers now that he couldn’t simply preen with his beak. John helped with loose feathers now, with itches, with simply ruffling his fingers through the body warmed feathers to make him croon softly in relief, but the words he now knew to give his thanks felt hollow compared to the sounds he knew instead.

Today was originally going to be some writing alphabet practice, but when Dave was too frustrated it had turned to shapes, then to simply coloring to try staying inside the lines best he could while being told the colors he picked up and repeating them. It wasn’t as much as they were aiming for that day, but if it was what Dave could handle, it’s what they’d do instead.

“Dave, do you want a snack?”

“Want a snack?” Dave repeated without looking up. Of course he wanted a snack, he always wanted snacks, treats were important gifts from John and all the snacks he’d been presented with so far had been delicious. He glanced up before following when John rose to get what he recognized by now as popcorn from the pantry, putting it into the microwave and starting it up. Popcorn butter quickly melted as the pops began, and Dave’s feathers ruffled as he stared at the rotating bag from the doorway, unblinking in case the repeating sounds turned to something new.

“I don’t think Dad’ll mind if we have some of this, we ate a real lunch,” he said. Ham sandwiches with cheese made melty in the microwave had been pretty satisfying, especially once he got Dave to stop playing with the cheese strands after every bite he took. James had set off early in the morning once the boys were fed and settled, promising to be back later in the day once his errands were done. A normal premise, John was no stranger to being home alone.

Er. Well. Semi-alone. Less alone now that his playmate was the same size as him.

When the popcorn popped, John transferred it carefully to a large bowl and brandished it at Dave with a grin. “Hey! Want to try catching it? You were pretty good at it before,” he said, tossing a soft white kernel into the air before casting a quick breeze at it, letting it bob in place.

“Catching it!” Dave repeated eagerly, entering the kitchen with heavy steps to hop after the kernel on the balls of his feet, wings flapping to try gaining extra height every time John bobbed it away. Eventually he dropped it, letting Dave catch it in his mouth before he danced back with a handful and a laugh, sending them up to gently float at different heights. They both spent the next few minutes devouring the popcorn that way, first Dave hopping around merrily catching popcorn bites in his mouth whenever he could reach them same as he would while he was a bird, then with John joining in by bouncing around to try getting to them first.

The game ended when they wound up smacking face first into each other and falling over, John clasping his mouth with a wince and Dave flailing his wings as he struggled to right himself before remembering… oh, right, arms and hands. John didn’t rise quickly, instead focusing on his mouth still, cussing under his breath.

“John?”

“Ow, ow, ow. ...Oh!” he said, finally sitting up. A thin trail of blood ran down over his lips, with more on his fingertips. A small white object rested between his fingertips, pink and red at the edges. When John grinned, there was a gap at the left corner of his lip where a canine once rested. “Dave, you knocked out my last baby tooth!”

Blood. Dave saw the blood and despite the smile on John’s face, started to tear up.

“Dave? Wait, wait, no, it’s okay! They fall out! I’ll have another one!” he tried to explain. “Remember when I was younger, I’d put teeth under my pillow? And you kept trying to take them? Remember me wiggling them all the time? Same thing! It was gonna fall out anyway sometime. Promise, it’s okay!”

“It’s okay,” Dave repeated, though he still looked ruffled at the edges, eyes watery and red and his nose sounding stuffy. He came closer and reached his hands up to pat at John’s cheeks, at his shoulders, wanting to nudge and nuzzle at his face despite the blood to make absolutely sure his friend was okay. John tolerated it, but eventually had to push him gently off.

“Here, let me rinse this off and rinse my mouth real quick, everything tastes gross,” he said. “You can stay close, just give me a second.”

John was rinsing his mouth out in the sink when James came home, a box under one arm and a curious look on his face as Dave turned to look at him. Oh, no, tears again? What happened this time, had there been a squabble over something? John turned immediately and beamed, displaying his tooth like a trophy.

“Dad! Look what Dave knocked out!”

“Excuse me?” he asked, setting the box down before coming closer to take a better look at his son’s new gap, hands on either side of his face to try holding him still while he squirmed.

“I mean. It was an accident,” he explained, gesturing to the bits of popcorn on the floor and the few that remained in the air. “We were having fun and kind of uh.. Yeah, bashed into each other.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit, but not a ton,” John promised. “It literally just happened, you almost walked in on it!”

James released John’s face and accepted the tooth he offered instead, lifting it up to look at it. “It’s a beaut though, isn’t it. Tooth fairy wll have to pay nicely for it since it’s one of your last ones,” he chuckled.

“Daaaaaaaaaaad.”

“All I’m saying is certain fairies appreciate how hard you’ve worked at dental hygiene over the years,” he continued, leaving the room for a moment with the tooth.

Dave rubbed his face and watched him leave with the tooth before looking to John curiously. “Dad?”

“He’s just going to put it with the other ones probably,” John soothed as he went to the popcorn bowl, taking a handful out to carefully pop a piece at a time into his mouth, avoiding the new gap for now by chewing in the back. “He has a jar with every one of them in it in his closet. It’s kind of weird to see just how many I’ve lost.. It’d be like if I kept every single one of your feathers. The big ones, at least.”

Dave gave him a look, trying to wrap his head around it, and nodded. Teeth were confusing. So far all he knew about them was that they could fall out, and needed to be cleaned with sweet tasting paste every night or they’d.. also fall out but in a bad way? Maybe the bad kind meant they wouldn’t come back, which was kind of a scary concept. With a beak he’d been able to do just fine, but now that he’d experienced teeth and chewing it was hard to imagine not having them. He’d starve. John would starve.

He made a mental note to ensure John brushed his teeth with him every night, just to be sure he was safe.

When James walked back into the room, it was to return to the box he’d brought in, pulling it open before gesturing to Dave.

“Before I forget, come on over here. I brought some toys you might like.”

“Toys?” John and Dave said at the same time, both coming closer to munch and examine what was on offer, John a bit dubious as to his dad’s choice of toys for a former bird. He looked even more doubtful when what was inside looked like-

“Dad, these look like toys for babies,” he decided.

“There’s one for dogs, too,” he said. “But that’s not the point. The point is that Dave might like some of these, they’re a bit similar to his bird toys.”

James tipped the box Dave’s direction and encouraged him to paw through it, grinning when he discovered a soft elephant toy with a flat body that crinkled like thick plastic underneath the fine cover of cloth and started to crank it this way and that with both hands. Another item jingled, another squeaked, another crinkled with finer plastic. Nothing to choke on, everything looked sturdy. There was even a fidget spinner inside, which absolutely fascinated him into a delighted cawing fit once he realized that now he himself had one that he was able to use with his own hands instead of just pecking at the one John had played with for a while.

“There’s one more thing, though I don’t know how long it’ll last,” explained James as he reached to the bottom of the box and lifted up what looked like a necklace with a pendant on it, carefully sliding it around Dave’s neck. When the boy froze and looked confused, he simply picked up the pendant portion and pressed it against his lips for him. “Go ahead. This is alright to chew on, apparently. Don’t bite yourself anymore, okay? Bite this if you need to chew something.”

“That’s kind of gross,” John admitted as Dave opened his mouth and bit down tentatively. A few more attempts and he seemed content to gently nibble at it before looking back to the crinkling toy, taking it with him to the living room and abandoning the rest of the box for now.

“It may be, but if we keep it clean it should be fine. He’s shat on your face as a bird, John, I think a bit of spit won’t kill you,” James said simply, dusting his hands together to signal a job well done.

“...Why the baby toys, though, Dad? I don’t get it.”

“They’re similar to his bird toys, like I said. ...But I also did a bit of looking around and guessing,” James said as he took some of John’s popcorn for himself, popping a kernel into his mouth before crossing the room to check in where Dave had gone, content to find him settled on the couch with his new treasure placidly. “A lot of his senses are new, and he seems kind of overwhelmed all the time. He bites things. So.. why not give him familiar things in pleasant packages, and something that’s not us to bite on for now? I don’t imagine he’ll need or want them forever, but until he can adjust more it seemed a kind idea.”

John pursed his lips in thought and let his mind walk through that. Okay, sound logic, he could follow it. Even if it was weird to him that Dave was so enthralled by a baby toy, it made more sense when he thought about it in the context of a bird playing with something. Dave was notorious for plastic bag playing and things that made sounds, he’d have loved all these things if he’d been able to play with them the same way.

“...Should I do anything different?” John asked suddenly. “I mean. I’ve been trying to teach him stuff and you’ve been teaching him stuff, but he’s been really upset recently. Am I doing it wrong?”

“I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong, son. I think it’s just a lot for him to take in, and that’s nobody’s fault,” James reassured him.

“Except for the one who turned him into a person,” John muttered under his breath, sulking.

“What I’m saying is it should get better in time. Just try to have some patience, and take it one day at a time,” chuckled James warmly. “Things are already going by quickly. Someday you’ll look back at this and remember it all fondly.”

“...I don’t think I’ll remember being bit fondly, Dad.”

“You’re being too negative, John. I remember you biting me constantly when you were a baby. Those teeth of yours could do some damage when they were coming in,” James said as he went to get the broom, idly sweeping the few fallen kernels up to tidy his floor. “Now. Go keep Dave company and see if you can squeeze a few more things in before later. It’ll be time for your lessons soon. Did you remember to get some practice in with your spellwork? Manage any good ice?”

“Does thinking about ice count..?”

“Not quite, son. Not quite”

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The new items seemed to help, much to John’s relief. Whenever Dave grew frustrated and tried to bite, he could tell him to chew his necklace instead and deal with the agitated grumbled caws as those sharp white incisors dug into the chewy material instead of his skin. He tended to keep one of the new toys with him whenever a lesson was happening, sometimes interrupting John’s talking with crinkles or jingles but otherwise paying attention and doing his best. With work and patience they mastered the alphabet, mastered writing Dave’s name, John’s name, and started to tear through a first grade reader by writing different words as they read them.

John’s lessons progressed over the months as well, keeping up to date for his age and otherwise progressing in honing and casting his magic. His scores were always on the average side of things, but that was far from discouraging. So long as he wasn’t behind, that’s what truly mattered, and that he was happy learning. ...And that he was keeping that blossoming magical ability in check. A lesson on weather charms had brought about a multi-day rain that not even James was able to break without causing a lot of people to notice, leaving the boys stuck indoors save for brief dashes Dave made outside to spread his wings and shake water between his feathers.

James glanced out the window with John as fat droplets spattered the glass and showered the muddy yard with cascades of water, clouds heavy and dark over the tops of the trees. He hummed a bit.

“Perhaps I should have taught you a smaller charm first. You’re so inclined to weather, it’s hard to judge how strongly you’ll cast one of these.”

“Should I just kind of avoid weather charms?” John asked, a little eager to avoid this happening again. Being stuck inside was fine and dandy when there were video games or other things to do, but when storms were bad his dad said it was safer to leave some things unplugged to avoid them being ruined.

“No, they’re important to learn and can come in handy. They’re traditional,” James said. “Mages were called upon for ages to help with the weather, and sometimes even when they weren’t called upon directly they’d lend a hand when they could if it was safe and prudent to. And with you having such a strength for storms and wind, knowing how to control that is important.”

“How about making it stop.”

“Yes, that’s important too,” he sighed. “Order of operations failure on my part. Like getting you on a bicycle and letting go without teaching you how to stop first at the top of a hill.”

“At least there’s no tornado?” John said hopefully.

“I’m still listening for any sirens, this is a big storm,” James said. “But I think you’re right, no tornados. ...At least we don’t live down by the ocean, I’d need to worry about typhoons and hurricanes from you as a toddler.”

A shape darted past the window, dark and light in unison, catching them both by surprise. Dave had made another run for freedom, wings spread and feet sinking into the mud. He’d ditched his shirt but seemed to have left his underclothes on at least after the last break for freedom, standing in the downpour and shaking his feathers out blissfully as if it were an icy cold shower.

John sighed.

“Lemme go get my umbrella,” he said before his father could even ask him to go fetch his friend. “Dumb bird brain, he’s gonna get sick if he keeps it up!”

“I don’t think he really understands that risk, John. Perhaps if he does get a cold it’d be a learning opportunity,” said James with a chuckle.

“Says the one who doesn’t have to sleep with him plastered all over his side, I don’t want snot on my neck!” John complained, stomping his feet into his boots and popping his umbrella open outside the door before darting outside.

James stayed where he was to watch the conversation back and forth between the two boys, John trying to talk Dave indoors and Dave stubbornly cawing and resisting. They both wound up in the mud, umbrella snatched from John’s hand by the same breeze that tipped his balance just enough off kilter to make him fall ass over tea kettle and into the mud puddle of a yard with Dave. A wrestling match ensued, none of it in anger, though some of it in frustration on John’s part considering how well he’d been doing at personally keeping dry during this entire storm till then.

“They’ll both end up sick and I’ll have to explain why chicken soup isn’t cannibalism,” James sighed. “...Perhaps it’s time to think about bunk beds, though,” he mused to himself, taking in the general size of both boys. John had yet to hit his next growth spurt, and there was no telling what Dave would wind up growing like for certain, but one thing was for sure: space would soon be at a premium in the house with two growing boys inside of it. Mind still full of thoughts, he went to the front door to call out into the downpour.

“Rinse your feet by the door and go straight to the bathroom for a warm shower, I’ll set clean clothes on the hamper for both of you. Chop chop, you’ll catch your deaths out here!”

“HE STARTED IT!” John declared, face a mud pie and glasses askew.

“Started it! Started it!” Dave declared merrily, teeth flashing in a grin before he laughed a bright, natural sounding laugh with only a hint of a caw.

John stared at him before looking to his dad, then down at himself briefly.. before breaking out laughing as well at the entire situation, noise half drowned out by the rain.

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

“Finished it!” Dave amended suddenly, jumping up and shaking off thee excess mess he’d accumulated on his skin and the lower edges of his feathers, splattering John with mud anew and getting some in his mouth.

... Then again, maybe it was.

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in which you get some wiser words to ponder over, you consider the nature of texture issues, you think about beastly appendages, you step in a puddle of Dana, and Red Renton “wins” the Ruin-A-Life Drawing. Do Evil Better.

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Intro: What you are about to hear may inspire you to create your own new political party.

Hello and welcome to the Kakos Industries corporate shareholder announcements. At Kakos Industries, we help our clients and every single living thing down to the microscoping level to Do Evil Better. I am Corin Deeth III, and I am CEO of Kakos Industries. I am now back at my full capabilities, and I have returned to all of my job tasks. This includes testing the monster meat, determining which naked photographs will do the most harm when put on the Internet, stepping on employees that can only be motivated to work when their submissive fantasies are fulfilled, and looking at an enormous number of reports and formulating where the company should go to maximize both profits, and general nastiness throughout the world. I am also, for whatever reason, consulted any time the carpet needs to be replaced, which is relatively often. And not just when that carpet is in my recording studio and stained with my blood after my closest ally shoots me. After seeing how capable Junior is, we gave him a few new responsibilities. We put him on certain divisions as a consultant. He does have good ideas and he does know Evil, even if he is a bit strange at times. He has helped the Division of Automata to create a new android servant, that, by my estimation, is just a fancy sex toy. He helped the Division of Hygiene to invent a hose attachment that, when the hose is turned on, will pretty much clean anyone or anything that water hits. He also helped the Division of Tactile Textiles to make an even smoother fabric. He has some texture issues. And most recently, he has locked himself in his cave because he hates working. He wanted responsibility, but then it was too much effort, I guess.

Soundman Steven is back to his former stature. You see, new shareholders out there, when we built this fine facility where we record and transmit my voice to you via whatever strange and high concept device you have received, he was so impressed with the gear that his heart grew three sizes, and he became quite erect. This erection was first viewed as a nuisance by anyone who had to work with him or otherwise accidentally bumped into it. But once we all learned that it meant us no harm, we became inspired by it. It became a mascot. Look, people would say, at what Evil has produced. An unyielding, ever present icon of what Evil can do. People would work harder after seeing it. Posters of it were created by adoring fans and posted around the building to inspire all of us to be at our best. And then, I shot it. I needed some quick Evil, and I was desperate and perhaps a bit myopic, and my aim isn’t very good, so I shot it. We gave him a new one, but it seemed that the bond of trust he and I had developed was broken, and without it, the erection could not return. Until Soundman shot me. Not in the dick, just in the leg, but I’m told I could have died. The memory of that violence has been keeping him strong and proud, and most importantly erect. No, Soundman, I’m not going to mention the shame that you feel. I have forgiven you. So we have him back. And that is quite possibly the most important thing.

Today’s broadcast is coming to you from the particularly pungent aroma from a permanent marker we mailed you. No, we didn’t expect you to inhale it on purpose. It is strong enough that when you opened it to see what was inside or how it might write, you caught a sufficient whiff to let us get into your head. This chemicals are very sensitive to radio frequencies, and by modulation them very carefully, we can change what your mind is perceiving as far as sound goes. You are almost certainly completely blind at the moment, but that should pass, assuming you were sighted before. I would recommend not trying to get up to do anything, and I do apologize if you were driving. The Internet tells me that this might be a decent time for your to try to beat Punch Out. This product comes to us from a collaboration between our Division of The Cheapest Thrills, and Marker Island, a company that only makes markers, and never pens. If you are not a shareholder, then it is possible that your mind is not fully calibrated to resist the allure of smelling even more of this marker. The broadcast will then grow much louder inside your head, ultimately resulting in serious damage to your brain. Shareholders will of course know their limits by now and cap up the marker for the time being.

The Division of Figuring Out What All of These Keys Go To has unlocked another Kakos Industries rule book. Well, I shouldn’t call it a rule book. It say The Kakos Industries Book of Proverbs, and is then followed by two diamonds. I have no idea if these diamonds are just a decoration, or maybe an indication that this is volume two. According to Grace Rule, our contracts master, this book tastes quite official, and we must take it seriously. The trouble is that the proverbs have been encrypted. Or they are in a character set we do not understand just yet. It is taking us some time to translate the proverbs, but I have the first completed on here. It reads “It is better to be a two-headed bear feasting on wolves than to be a coyote eating a cottontail rabbit.” Grace was unable to tell me exactly what this meant and what we should do about it, but it gives us something to think about. I will be sure to give you updates as I get them.

The Shareholders’ Ball, as always, was a blast. It was a great way to celebrate having been CEO here at Kakos Industries for the past five years. There was one snag, though. When it came time for the blood orgy, I found myself surrounded by interesting and beautiful people. That’s not a bad start at all. I was ready. But I have a bit of trouble just diving in without getting to know people a little bit. It’s far more interesting to be romantically involved with someone you know and perhaps care a little about. It adds something extra to what can otherwise seem kind of mechanical. And the issue was, they all had the same name. Or similar names, I suppose. If you’ve been following along with my personal stories during these broadcasts, then you probably know what I’m about to say. There was Tabitha, Tabitha, Tabbs, Tabbi, Tabby, Tubs, Tiber, and maybe a few others. Now, it seemed to me as though the basement ballroom started to run away from me, bringing the exit door ever closer, but I think in hindsight I have to admit that I was probably just fleeing on foot. Once I found a place to hide and catch my breath, I had some time to clear my head and think. This has been too many coincidences. This has been too strange. But it can’t be something big and scary. I thought back to the people that Bernice Largo, the head of my support staff, must have hired to see to my sexual needs. What if they have all taken on a name to signify their goals? But I have to say that, if this is true, Bernice has made a terrible mistake. I have missed out on more opportunities due to this fear and frustration than I would have for any other reason. Unless that is actually the point. Perhaps I was supposed to be freaked out. Perhaps it has nothing to do with my sexual needs, but instead what makes me the most Evil. I will need to do some looking into this. It may be true that this makes me more Evil than anything else. But it may also be true that knowing this has ruined the experiment. I haven’t had a chance to talk to Bernice. It seems that she has been out of the office. For a while. Like, a really long time.

The Chili Cook Off didn’t go according to plan. There was some sort of hang up and most regular attendees were late. Something to do with our transit network. Junior was not late, and he had finished almost all of the Chili by the time anybody else got there. On the plus side, we did get to enjoy the remaining aroma in each of the pots. Some were quite spicy, and definitely Evil.

We are now making preparations for the Celebration of Affirmation, which is ordinarily the celebration where we say nice and reaffirming things to one another. While this is fine, I gave the Division of Dionysia a challenge. I said, what if we affirm ourselves through actions instead of words? The head of the division scratched his chin and thought for a moment before going off to start working on some ideas. We shall see what comes of this.

We are also preparing for the Big Black Hole celebration. It is usually a good time to remind ourselves what Evil can do when we don’t apply it carefully and thoughtfully. It reminds us that an experiment can go wrong, destroy a whole branch of the company, and create a wormhole to Costa Rica. Or wherever the hole goes now. The dirt was grape flavored, but it is now strawberry flavored. And, you know, dirt flavored.

I have just received word that they have translated and/or decrypted another proverb. “The wind is best when it dries your enemy’s skin. Best to invest in emollients.” Huh. That one seems pretty straightforward, but perhaps I am missing something.

Last time, Junior discussed Dana Govern in great detail. She is the woman who was given a staggering number of genetic modifications, and we have just sort of been waiting to see what would happen. Most of the time, she just seems to be a woman. Late thirties. Average figure. Generally attractive, but not in an unusual way. We have had some strange reports. One person claims they saw her grab her lunch from the fridge using one of her many tentacles. She does not have any tentacles. Another person reported seeing her cook a meal by setting her hand on fire. She has no severe burns. Another person claims to have stepped in a puddle, but then there was only Dana on the ground. This is all very exciting, though we have yet to catch any of it on video. So far, our most reliable way of finding her at any given moment is using Junior’s nose. I’m not sure how he finds her, but he always finds her.

Kimzzzzzzzzzzz has eased up on the dyed hair thing. I think she just got bored of it, because we’ve been refusing to pay her off. Now, the only thing that matters about you is how glamorous your nails are. Your face doesn’t matter, your hair doesn’t matter, your hygiene doesn’t matter. It’s only your nails. Long nails with fine decorations and intricate artwork are the best. I do not like having anything on my nails. It’s a texture thing. So I’m really unappealing right now. Except to people named Tabitha, apparently.

We now know that Meredith Gorgoro is alive. For those of you who are new, Meredith Gorgoro was in charge of the labor camp we built in a huge cavern we dug once looking for the biblical Hell. We caught her on camera again. But where she lost her left arm, she has now replaced it through some sort of field surgery with the arm of one of the monsters she has slain. It is an enormous and powerful arm, covered in white fur, and the skin underneath appears to be green. And from what we caught on the drone footage, it would appear that she can control it incredibly precisely. I probably don’t have to tell you this, shareholders, but an attachment like that would require meticulous and excruciating work attaching all of the nerves to their new destinations. But there she is. With a monster arm. I’m a little jealous, but I don’t know exactly why. It looks really cool. It would be hard to type with it, but I think I would get my way in meetings a lot more often if I would just whip that baby out any time someone questions me. Oh, you don’t think lemon skin is inedible, well, fuck you. Monster arm. Wait, maybe we should market monster arms. That would be sick.

I walked in on a heated argument between Jasmine Aashna and Dr. Dunkelwissen, head of the Division of Erotic Experiences and rogue scientist respectfully. I got the impression what they were arguing about wasn’t what they were really arguing about. They are still trying to answer the question “What is most sex?” but it doesn’t seem to be going very well. From what I could gather, they are having a hard time narrowing down any physical activities that can be said to always be sex, or super sexy sex. Yet the mental and emotional stuff lacks a certain edge necessary to be the most sex of all sex. They turned to look at me. I gently waved and saw myself out. For what it’s worth, on their whiteboard, they had the phrase “really long nails?” written and underlined several times. I can’t know for certain what that means out of context, but I felt like passing it along anyway.

They say that Evil once released a hundred thousand balloons, each destroying the drive and ambition in someone nearby when it fell to the Earth. This is Things We’re Taking Credit for Now. Today, we are taking credit for social media celebrities, an undying desire to be adored, and butt bleach. Now, you might be thinking, that seems a little unreasonable. With the exception of butt bleach, those other two things seem like they probably come about on their own. Well, you should stop right there. Stop thinking like that. Because thinking like that gets your butt extra bleached. And nobody needs that. We did these things. We made them. They’re ours. And extra butt bleaching kills.

Red Renton has won today’s Ruin-A-Life Drawing. As a result, Raz Razelton, the selected target of Red Renton, will have his life ruined. We gave the Wheel of Misery a nice pep talk, and then a mean spin. It landed on the space for Undecipherable. From this day forward, or as soon as the Damnation and Ruination Squad can get it done, Raz Razelton will be 97% more undecipherable, feeling the need to speak in ways where his meaning cannot be easily detected or understood. This will get annoying fast. For Evil measure, Red Renton will speak 22% more plainly, losing a little bit of tact in the process. Congratulations on the win and best of luck.

This brings us to the end of our broadcast. In a few minutes you will be permitted to destroy this marker. I will say it is excellent for writing your handle on toilet seats or bathroom mirrors, but you might go blind again in the process. Kind of hard to get away when that happens. Anyone who wasn’t a shareholder is almost certainly dead by now. The numbers are next.

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Don’t cut the feed yet, Soundman. I just got another proverb. It says when the star Burgeron is closest to the Dark Planet, and the moon is at its highest point near Fuffeni, and a cool mist sweeps across the land, it shall be time to party hard. Let me just take a peek out of the window here. Wait, that one must be Burgeron, and… yes, Fuffeni, the dark planet, and the moon is so close! Call the Division of Dionysia! There’s not much time! We need to party! We have to party! It has been foretold. Or proverbed. There is no time to waste!

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Special thanks to our esteemed shareholders Iain Croall, Dan Shumway, William Brandon, Floyd Singh Power, and Jack Attack. Also thanks to honored employee Dorkpool Dorkuss, who made sure to distribute valentines to everyone who wasn’t going to get one otherwise, and Chris Leclerc, who reorganized the DVD collection after they all catastrophically fell from the shelves. And thanks to our division heads Britney Garcia, head of The Division of Beanies, Booties, and Construction Projects That Are Probably Too Large for Yarn, Valerie Koop, Director of the Division of Inappropriate Games to Play in Public, Patrick Green, head of The Division of Oceanic Micro-Cryptozoology, Carl H, Director of the Division of Unanswered Messages, Xavier Jarman, Director of The Division of We Know Magic Doesn’t Exist But We’re Going to Keep on Trying, and Craig Czyz, director of the Division of Obscure Vintage Technology. The Division of Beanies, Booties, and Construction Projects That Are Probably Too Large for Yarn has begun designing a ferris wheel. It sounds even scarier than normal ferris wheels. The Division of Inappropriate Games to Play in Public has introduced The Real Life Drinking Game. Whenever your boss says something passive aggressive, take a shot! The Division of Oceanic Micro-Cryptozoology has lost the puddle-cabra, and are now much more focused on the unicorn actinopod. It uses its horn to gather food. The Division of Unanswered Messages has ignored their morning alarm for sixteen months. In that time, they’ve gotten up and went to work, but the whole time, their alarm has been going off, annoying many. The Division of We Know Magic Doesn’t Exist But We’re Going to Keep on Trying has begun using a Divining Rod to look for wells all around Kakos Industries. So far, there are no new wells, but many new holes. The Division of Obscure Vintage Technology has dragged out the old crate of 78s. The crate is only the finest pressings of people’s last words. They are truly haunting. Our esteemed shareholders, honored employees, division heads, and other Patreon patrons are the best. If you want a thank you in the credits, your own division, or other great rewards that help to keep this show running, please head to Kakosindustries.com/patreon. That’s Patreon: p-a-t-r-e-o-n.

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