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Anyone wants to hear me play Warszawianka (really badly, recorded on a terrible microphone)?
#harmonica#Warszawianka#you can also hear me try to relax my lips in the beginning#recorded yesterday#I'm now at work
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experimenting w making little trek dolls for the STLV craft swap :))
#sisko first bc idk how I'm gonna make hair LMAO but isn't he so cute??#made the doll a while ago but I just made his little outfit today and yesterday :))#hopefully giving them away for free means no one will mind the shoddy craftsmanship lmao#I think I've set a new record for terrible hand sewing. and there's raw edges on the inside. and none of the thread is the right color#but WHO CARES HES SO CUTE!!!!#it's the early ds9 uniform bc I've been watching voy and I'm sooo enamored with their uniforms ugh I need to make an actual life size one#watching voyager will have u saying things like. surely it can't be that hard to sew an invisible zipper??#anyways. need to figure out how to make hair so I can make characters other than him and picard 💀💀#ds9#star trek#benjamin sisko#deep space nine#captain sisko#narcissus's echoes#narcissus plays dress up#(?)
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hey guys psst hey guys psst hey guys psst hey guys psst
and yes it's a public one, not a patreon exclusive. it'll be posted either tomorrow if i get the art done in time or if not then it'll be the wednesday after. but i'm going to try my best to get the art done so it's up tomorrow.
(also the gender tags don't reflect the genitalia of the listener, it just changes the pet names to 'good boy' or 'good girl' or neither. no specific genitals mentioned on any of them. we t4trans-inclusive content over here.)
EDIT: it's done! check the most recent posts on my blog or do a lil search on my blog for astarion or look my youtube! there's also a direct link in the reblogs and replies to this post!
#a friends been talking about this game for ages and ive been getting astarion tiktoks on my fyp for a while but i was like nah he seems like#hes probs a villian and like pretty voice and face and all but im not gonna get into the game for him#and then yesterday i saw pretty art. thought okay well more than one person has asked me to voice him now i guess i'll see.#didnt know he was going to be an angsty boy. i love him . i protecc him. fuck cazador.#so in less than 24 hours of meeting him i have recorded an audio as him there you go.#hes fun to voice what can i say. makes me feel all confident talking like that.#astarion#baldur's gate 3#astarion x reader#imagines#imagine#x reader#baldurs gate 3
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After forty-five minutes of no word, the three of them finally decide that someone should go check on Tango. Normally, Xisuma would have reluctantly advocated for just starting without him—it’s Tango, he’d probably gotten caught up in Decked Out work, he’d apologize and laugh it off later and wouldn’t change—but he’d seemed so genuinely excited this time. He’d rambled back at them the moment Etho had invited him to join in on the wither-mining. He’d promised he’d try to show up. He’d checked the time more than once.
It’s been a while since most of the hermits had seen Tango outside of his fortress. Or spoken to him for more than about twenty minutes if their name wasn’t “Zedaph”. Or—it’s been a while. That man is working himself to death, Xisuma swears.
(It’s… not Tango’s fault, Xisuma tells himself. He’d meant to have more done by now. The whole Empires fiasco had put a damper on that. Tango’s always been the sort to fixate a little on his latest project. Besides, all of the Hermits get caught up. It’s normal to occasionally go a week or two without talking to anyone else. It’s just that it’s starting to hurt a little, to reach out and get...)
(Xisuma will make up a better excuse. It’s why he volunteered to go check on him. Save Tango and Etho a little heartache.)
(Tango had been really excited—but so had Etho.)
It’s a short enough elytra flight to the Deep Frost Citadel. Xisuma takes a deep breath. He’ll probably have to locate Tango and convince him to come up from the outside. That place is a death trap already to half the server, and Tango’s normally in the maintenance tunnels instead of the main body of the cave, which are a death trap in a unique “largely unfit for habitation by anything breathing” way that Tango seems to be the only one who knows how to navigate. He’ll make sure he’s okay, and then…
Xisuma‘a thoughts come to a pause as he approaches. There’s someone else at the Citadel, standing near the base of the hill, just past where the borders of Tango’s snowy base fade into the grassland.
A few minutes of approach later, and it becomes clear it’s Tango. He’s standing oddly, his feet braced and arms unsteadily placed forward like he’s worried he might fall. When Xisuma lights another rocket, he looks up in Xisuma’s direction, but before really catching sight of Xisuma, he turns around and winces, rubbing his eyes repeatedly.
“Hello,” Xisuma says as he lands. Tango turns to—not quite look at him? Tango is looking in the direction of Xisuma, certainly, but isn’t quite looking at Xisuma’s face. Maybe there’s too much glare in Xisuma’s visor today?
“Oh, hey X! How’s it hangin’?” Tango says.
“Oh, you know, I was just here to check on you. You’re a bit late to our demonstration.”
“What?” Tango says. “It’s—of course it has.”
“Did you get caught up?” Xisuma asks. He tries very hard not to sound disappointed.
“I—yeah,” Tango says. “Sorry, I swear I set an alarm, but if you’re here I must be later than I thought.”
“Probably nearly an hour by now.”
“I’ve been—a whole hour? Feels like longer,” mumbles Tango.
“The others agreed to wait if you’re coming, and you’re already outside,” Xisuma says. “We can get over there in a few minutes. It’s not too late. Put on your elytra and—“
“No!” yelps Tango, stepping back, stumbling, and then, eyes wide, looking around like he’s trying to find something. “I mean, uh. Not used to open-air flying right now. I was planning on taking the nether but I ran out of fireproof potions and don’t have the blaze rods to make more, so here I am. I promise I didn’t mean to be late, I just…”
Xisuma has no idea where to start. But. “Tango, you built the nether hub? You know you don’t need fireproof potions to get to the Ancient City we’re using.”
“Haha, yeah,” Tango says, and doesn’t elaborate.
“So I guess you were going to the shopping district, to get more blaze rods and their portal?” Xisuma says.
“Yeah, uh, then I realized I, uh, don’t. Remember how to get there,” Tango says. “And, well, you know how it is. Even when you have permission to leave it’s still kind of daunting!”
His voice goes high and a little squeaky. His eyes, Xisuma realizes, have had a sort of wild fear to them since Xisuma first suggested stepping further than where he’s standing. If Tango had pupils, Xisuma imagines they’d probably be darting. The rest of his facial expression does the work well enough.
Xisuma really doesn’t know where to start.
“And you’ve been stuck here for… nearly an hour?” Xisuma says.
“Yeah. Man, I got permission to leave and everything,” Tango says again, which, okay, very concerning phrasing, Xisuma’s just going to put that away for the time being though, because there are a lot of other things to unpack here. “And like, I wanted to see the Withers and a Warden fight! Who would win, right?”
He still hasn’t moved. As Xisuma’s talked, he’s gotten closer to looking Xisuma in the eyes, but it’s more like he’s very confidently looking at Xisuma’s chin. He keeps squinting and blinking when his eyes aren’t wide with a wild, lost sort of panic.
He’s also still rambling.
“Probably for the best I don’t leave, though. I mean, I held you all up, I’d hate to hold it up further because I got caught up. I can just go back; best to keep doing my duty after all. Sorry about that!”
Tango turns back towards his base, as though making that excuse was the excuse he needed to go back towards safer ground. Maybe another time, Xisuma would have let that be, but the thing is, Tango and Etho had both been so excited, and Xisuma can hear the disappointment in Tango’s voice. He doesn’t want to be making this excuse either. Xisuma has no idea what, but something’s wrong.
(Well, Xisuma has some idea, but while he may be a derp, he’s pretty sure it’s rude to ask someone whether they’ve gone blind, developed agoraphobia, gotten possessed, or multiple of those things at the same time. If someone doesn’t bring it up it’s not Xisuma’s business, right? Right.)
(He’ll just…)
“…no, we want to do this with you,” Xisuma says. “Do you need help getting to the cave we’re doing it in?”
Xisuma can see Tango warring between the pride that stops him from asking for help and whatever it is that had paralyzed him the moment he’d tried to step past his base’s borders. He can see Tango war between how easy it would be to claim he didn’t have time and how much he’d wanted to see the wither mining.
“It’s all going to be underground?” he says.
Weird question. File that away. “Yep! Inside an ancient city!”
“And I got permission to leave,” mutters Tango. “So it’s going to be fine once I actually get there.”
“I can even grab some fireproof potions from Cub’s shop when we’re done,” wheedles Xisuma.
“…fine. Lead the way. Uh, and, if you could hold my hand. It’s… very hard to know where I am outside of my base when it’s so bright,” Tango says, voice a little small, and okay, so a mix of all three. Xisuma really should pry, but he’s got what he came here for, and it’s not really his business, is it? He’s sure Tango’ll work it out in the end. He’s a smart guy.
“Gladly, my friend. Let’s go die to withers sixty times.”
Tango laughs shakily. “Yes, let’s!”
Xisuma laces his fingers around Tango’s hand and, suddenly aware of just how many things there are to trip on, starts walking towards the Ancient City.
Gosh, but this is going to take an hour, isn’t it? He sighs and pulls out his messenger to tell the other two. A thought strikes him.
“You know, next time you have this problem, you should text ahead. You can use text-to-speech, you know.”
Tango barks a laugh, louder this time. “Yeah, sure, that’s going to be on my mind. Yeah. I’ll do that.”
Well, good enough for Xisuma!
They make their way to the Ancient City together.
#hermitcraft#tango tek#xisumavoid#a bee fic#had this idea stuck in my head since I watched this episode yesterday#anyway Xisuma’s right it’s a mix of ‘base is eating him so he normally can’t leave’#’no longer has effective daylight vision and it’s kind of painful’#and yeah a bit of agoraphobia#once he’s in the ancient city for the record he’s fine and has a grand old time and the other two don’t even know somethings wrong#xisuma meanwhile (king of minding his own business) just Says Nothing At All#and tango gets home through the nether with heat resistance for his little ice problem#sure THAT won’t continue to be a problem or anything!#also for the record zed is aware tango’s weird but also has No Room To Talk so is just being a supportive friend#anyway once again. At SOME POINT I go into more detail on ‘the base is eating him’#but not today!
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#zolu#one piece#roronoa zoro#monkey d luffy#Litriu Art#ZOLUS COME GET Y'ALL JUICE.#i will add an image description later i'm so sorry#feeling extremely normal about zolu after the mi capitan animatic#i've been brainwormsing about sun god luffy and devoted not-worshipper zoro since yesterday#this isn't exactly that au#but i wanted to draw some dramatic-ass clasical sculpture-esque art#they are t4t for the record zoro is just not in a good pose to show his scars.
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drawing tea go brrrrrrrr
#music: This December (holiday version) - by Ricky Montgomery#(funfact: this is the song I listened to while drawing this)#The fact that we can record an entire timelaps on clp by only clicking a button and i just learnt that yesterday...#at least 2014 is beginning on a good note!#illustration#tea#video#speedpaint#timelapse#myart
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i+compatriots saw 175ish banana slugs today. the park rangers let us update the Today's Record section of their informational whiteboard
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‘cause you only live forever in the lights you make
when we were young, we used to say
that you only hear the music when your heart begins to break
now we are the kids from yesterday
#i was watching so many kids from yesterday recordings last night#gerard way#my chemical romance#mcr#return#the kids from yesterday#mcrnashville#mcr bridgestone arena#mcr bridgestone arena 2022#mcr nashville#mcr nashville 2022#gif#edit#my post#eye strain /
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A Sichuan opera 变脸 (Bianlian; "face changing") performance at a restaurant.
#douyin#video#tiktok#变脸#sichuan opera#chinese opera#btw bianlian are kind of more like popular entertainment bc they don't sing or anything so that's why he's at a restaurant for anyone wonde#*wondering#they don't sing ==> they are more accessible#a bianlian performer once came to my grandma's apt in chengdu to perform for a party 😂 he breathed fire right in her little main room#later i peeked into the kitchen and saw him rinsing out his mouth in the bathroom 👀 (i was like 7 ok)#also i haven't been posting bc i'm invested in a side project thing rn and reading some ~veritable records~ and it's kicking my ass LOL#and errands all day yesterday
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joe's favorite track on so much (for) stardust is the kintsugi kid (ten years) btw. if you even care.
#fall out boy#joe trohman#*making poasts#context there was a book event in LA yesterday and joe was there for none of this rocks#so some fans got to meet him and i guess ask what his favorite track on the new record is#and well. well i was not emotionally prepared for that answer#i have been a wreck about this since i learned it#of course its the kintsugi kid but also oh my god. ooohhh my god. oh my GOD.
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eleven months on hrt, babes 😁
#was technically yesterday but yesterday was a piece of shit day#happens to all of us#very happy today though#yes that is a bowl of cat food in the bottom right. every cat deserves to have food in the recording studio#quinn hills#quinnhills#redacted hills#redactedhills#quinn
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Listen....my ability to focus on work is sooo bad today. I decided I may as well record some inducing while I could 😅
#sadly not nearly as sensitive as I was yesterday 😔#but this is the only chance I'll have for a while to record something like this#hope u enjoy!#snzblr#snz kink#sneeze kink#snz fet#snz fucker#sneeze wav#ntwav
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tw: implied torture, implied violence
The villain makes a run for it.
They would, anyway, if they weren’t limping. A nasty gash in their leg is slowing them down, and with the way this evening is going it won’t even get time to stop bleeding before it doesn’t matter anymore.
Things are changing. Villainy used to pay well, had long prison sentences at worst. Now, fuck, now—
The villain’s coat catches on the decorative metal swirl of a nearby bench. A string of ugly curses fall out of their mouth as they turn back to pull at it, praying that the fabric will just untangle itself. They don’t have time, fuck, not now, please not now—
“[Villain],” a voice calls from the end of the road, like someone spotting an old friend. A figure casually meanders towards them, receiving another series of equally undignified and justified expletives. The figure steps closer, closer, closer.
The villain yanks at the hem in one final desperate attempt to free themself. The fabric chooses then to rip loudly, throwing them to the cold pavement mercilessly. They scramble to right themself. The fall has wasted precious seconds. The figure has closed the space uncomfortably between them, even though they know it means nothing.
Fuck, they’re so tired. They got into a fight they realised too late they couldn’t win. They fled the scene in the hopes that they could return to their base and recover. Their enemy didn’t give them the time of day. They’ve been tailing the villain for almost ten minutes. Not getting too close, not chasing them. Just following.
“I feel like a tiger or something,” the other says casually, though the villain can barely hear them over their own panicked, erratic breathing, “and I’m just waiting for my prey to get tired and lay down.”
They laugh—they fucking laugh. Heroes are fucking sadistic now. They don’t have long anymore. They’re exhausted, hurt, fuck, they’re scared. Terrified. They’ve heard about the fates of some of the more recently disappeared villains. They don’t want to go the same way as them. They can’t.
“[Villain], come on,” the hero calls again, and the villain tries desperately to block them out. They’re horrifyingly close now, just close enough to send a chill down their spine. “You’re making this a big thing that could’ve been over ten minutes ago.”
Panic is flooding everything, forcing the villain to keep moving despite the fact they can’t, they can’t. Every part of them is trembling, forcing them to hone in on the echoing click of the hero’s shoes against the concrete behind them. They’re still keeping their distance, waiting for the villain to make a wrong move before truly closing in. It– it’s fucked up. The hero’s like those killer whales that toy with seals for hours before they inevitably eat them.
The adrenaline can’t keep them going forever. They take a step and their knees buckle, sending them tumbling onto the jagged concrete again. Gravel digs into their palms. They know the moment they hit the ground that they won’t be able to get back up.
That doesn’t stop them trying. They let their hands feel the sharp edges of the pavement below them as they desperately try to pull themself up. They move tediously to get their legs under them, but they can’t. Fuck, they can’t, they’re trapped here.
The footsteps stop a little way away, like the hero wants to respect their space. What a load of horseshit that is. “[Villain],” they try again, and the gentleness of their tone is almost believable. “[Villain], please, stop making this difficult.”
The villain laughs, a sort of pained, choking sound. Tears are threatening to spill, blurring their vision. “Oh, it’s difficult for you?” they demand, their voice scratching in their throat. “It’s hard to kill someone who doesn’t want to die, huh? How tragic that you had to look someone in the eye and see their last emotion be– be fear.”
Those footsteps start clicking again, and every survival instinct kicks in at once. “N–No, fuck, no, I’m sorry—”
A hand digs through their hair, harshly wrenching their head back and earning a raspy cry. They don’t have the strength to stop it anymore. They can’t stop it. Fuck, it’s scary. They want to go home.
“Look, [Villain], it’s nothing personal, a’ight?” the hero says, pointedly ignoring the wet streaks already painting the villain’s cheeks. “It’s business. You know how it is.”
“I’m– I’m sorry, please, I– I’ll never do it again, I swear I—”
The hero shushes them like they’re calming a thrashing animal and not a human they’re about to execute in the street. The scrape of an unfolding metallic blade cuts the air, the sound soft like it was meant to be a secret. The villain makes one last vain attempt to free themself. Their lack of energy only lets them grasp desperately at the hero’s hand in their hair.
Something cold rests against their neck. A despondent sob escapes them. They don’t want to die. They can’t die. Fuck, there’s no way out. They’re going to die.
“Hey, hey, [Villain], it’s okay.” The hero’s voice is hushed. “I’m not gonna kill you, a’ight? This is all just part of the song and dance. You made it difficult, so I have to act like I at least tried to catch you.”
The villain chokes back another sob rising in their throat. “Y–You tried?”
The hero hums absently. “Yeah, agency’s always gonna wanna see a seasoned villain on their knees, right? If I can take you in, we both look how the agency wants.”
What? No, this isn’t right. Heroes always kill villains. They think back as much as the terrified fog in their mind will let them. The disappearing villains. The heroes. No, no, they can’t be—
“You and I are gonna head back to the agency now, a’ight?” the hero continues. They finally let go of the villain, letting them collapse to the ground again. “I have some friends that’d really like to see you. You’ll have a little interrogation, tell us what you know. Easy.”
The villains before, they– they always disappeared into the agency first. For weeks. They were always found bloody and broken afterwards. Fuck, god, no—
The hero bends down to them, their hand latching onto the back of their coat. The villain makes another futile attempt to free themself, but they don’t have the energy to try anymore. They’d cry if they had the strength to.
“[Hero], please…” Their voice comes out in uneven stammers. “Please, I– I swear I’ll never, ever do this– any of this again, please, I– I can’t—”
“Of course you won’t,” the hero says casually. “Agency’s a good place. You’ll come out a changed person.”
Fuck, as if the villain doesn't know that. They wish the hero had just run that fucking blade across their throat. It would’ve been better than wherever they’re about to go.
#creative writing#writblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writing community#heroes and villains#hero x villain#whump#tw implied torture#tw implied violence#me yesterday: hm. how many fucks can i put in a story#the answers 13. new record i think#13 fucks in a snippet and yet none given aha
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oh my god???
#who gave felix full strength cordial before the recording yesterday#i was right about him having menace energy#lmao#lee felix#stray kids
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I don’t know who needs to hear this but not being good with remembering NAMES is normal for human memory but humans are usually very good at recognizing and remembering the differences in FACES because it’s a survival thing so if you “just suck at remembering faces ahah” or struggle to tell people apart you might want to get that checked out
#there was a tweet yesterday where a man said that he couldn’t believe a movie expected him to tell the difference between 2 different women#and I cannot overstate how much these two women—while both white with strong bone structure—did not look alike#and a search of his page showed that this was a consistent issue where he struggled to tell two people apart#don’t know if you NEED to get it checked out but having record of it is good and having ways to work around it is good
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🎥 • lnlpod: posted to stories (4.18.24)
#🎥#🔍#4.18.24#ryan guzman#april 2024#with friends#his episode won’t be out for awhile but they recorded it yesterday apparently.#i know today is the 19th but it was posted late last night so. deal.
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