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  1. Yesterday
  2. Tiamat's Circus
    When the competition began, one might have thunk that the girl from the fishing town would have forced herself awake, to stand up and ready, so that she might have more of a chance at actually winning the competition. They might have thought she would have had her Net Ball ready, rather than simply hanging from a strap around her wrist, and that she would have narrowed her eyes, waiting for the smallest of ripples. They might have even thought that she’d have diligently had her Pokemon at the ready, ready to use Astonish, to try and catch a Fish off guard as it tried to steal her bait… And they would have all been wrong, every single one of them. Yes, as everyone set to fishing, Anima seemed only to grow drowsier, even as her grip on her fishing rod tightened ever-so-slightly, wedging itself between her clasped fingers. It was almost as if the atmosphere of the fishing tournament was something akin to a home, of sorts, for her, prompting her to get even more comfortable, as she continued to almost doze. Were she left undisturbed, even Confi’s chirrups would fail to stir her, and instead, she’d have simply sat at the dock’s edge, feet lazily kicking back and forth, as her Rod’s bob continued to bob up and down across the waters… Even as others caught various types of Water Pokémon, Anima’s fishing post seemed to almost be serene in it’s… Almost eerie silence, as her eyelids seemed to grow heavier, and heavier… And as they began to close, those around her would have sworn they saw a small parting of waves, and blue near her fishing rod’s bob, as a light-blue crown seemed to slowly, but surely, raise from the water. Yes, and as it rose, it was followed by a small, blue head, with beady red eyes which stared at Anima as a… Rather strange creature, resembling a jellyfish, continued to rise from the waters. The Pokémon's limbs swayed back and forth on the wind, as if the Pokémon was hanging by the head, as it followed the line towards Anima… And finally began to reach its blue arms towards her, coming to gently grasp at her hands and arms, tentacle-like hands wrapping around as it came to begin to lightly tug, to pull on her hand-- And as her eyes flickered open, with the smallest of pricks upon her left hand, and she was pulled forwards. Her stomach turned as she grit her teeth, as she was pulled into the water, and in an instant, pulled under by the force of the ghostly-Pokémon, as something stabbed into both her left hand and her left leg. She struggled to pull her hand away, arm surging as she fought beneath the water to get up, and yet… She already felt her hand slowing to respond, and her arm would be soon to follow. For a second, Anima’s heart seemed to freeze as she stared beneath the water, into the red eyes of the creature which had pulled her from the dock… Only to have hope re-enter the back of her mind, as a wailing chirrup echoed out, muffled by the waves as she threw her head up, to see Confi paddling down towards her. In a quick fashion, she threw her right arm upwards with all her might, wrapping around Confi-- and began to weakly kick her legs, struggling against the growing numbness in her left arm as it continued to travel through her system-- And her mind continued to race, she squinted as she glanced back down at the water-type which gave pursuit, racking her brain for… Something, anything, until something in the back of her mind clicked. Pieces of one of the papers she had read, coming to mind. Frillish. A Curious, Mischievous Ghost Type Pokémon that Dwells Deep Within the Ocean. Those who are stung by this Pokémon's hidden barbs are said to be paralyzed, and once drug beneath the waves, are never seen again. As they broke through the surface of the waves, Anima did her best to force her head above water for as long as she could, arm still draped over Confi, as the Pokémon paddled over towards the dock. “Th..anks…!” Anima managed to get out through gasping breaths as she hooked her arm, now mostly limp, around one of the wooden support-pillars which held the dock steady… As she then turned her gaze to sweep across the water’s surface. This, of course, has naturally led to the spreading of similar rumors, and other such sayings; many of which purport their hunting methods to be cruel, and evil by nature. I however, would disagree, as it must be acknowledged as a Scholar, that to impose a moralistic view of things - that they are evil simply for how they hunt, or that they truly understand the cruelty they invoke - is to anthropomorphize the Pokemon’s psyche. While their capacity for intelligence must be acknowledged, of course, it must also be understood that their behaviors differ from those of a human’s, and to apply our laws and nature to them is, of course, unnatural in every sense of the word. A good example of this can be found in the works of… A shallow breath escaped Anima’s throat, as she spotted those red eyes, lurking beneath the waves. Staring at her, but also at Confi, as the Pokemon tread water in front of her, defensively pacing in front of the trainer. If the Frillish were hunting, they would be looking for any second to dart around Confi - using their higher speed - so as to drag her down with it into the depths below, where she would be helpless to escape this time. Instead, however, the Pokemon was just… Watching her. If Confi had scared them off, of course, they would have left as well, which meant… They had an objective, of some sort. Of course, of all Ghost-Type Pokémon, it can be said that Frillish are among the more interesting when it comes to studying their behavior, for as Pokémon, Frillish are among the more intelligent of sea-faring creatures. Many scholars have put forth various theories, of course; Professor Ginkgo once put forwards that, given they were first discovered within the ruins of an undersea castle, that the residents of that land may have become the first Frillish. This was backed up by their seemingly faux-regal demeanors, and rather… Opinionated natures, however, many scholars have disagreed with this notion, as such idiosyncrasies are found within most Ghost Type Pokémon. Anima’s breathing slowed then, for a moment, as she felt the paralyzing toxin cease to spread-- Even if she had no more control of her left arm and leg than she did moments before. She was lucky to still be conscious, and had she been connected to that creature any longer, she knew very well that she wouldn’t be. Still, as she stared at the creature, swaying back and forth, she couldn’t help but… Feel a little bad for him. Frillish, however, are somewhat unique as far as even Ghost Type Pokémon go, as they often-times live within their dens as a sort of ‘court’. It has been recorded by many autonomous vehicles that Frillish tend to engage in social obligations with those within the court, all serving to rule over those Pokémon that live within their domain, as minor rulers. They are then, thought to be beholden to that of the Jellicent. So it is that in higher waters, for one to encounter a Frillish, it is likely that they have been - for one reason or another - cast out from their den, and are seeking to create one of their own. For that matter, they require subjects, for to rule over nothing is the loneliest a ruler could be. This would correlate with the reports of Frillish finding people and Pokémon alike, who appear to be dead or dying, with some scholars even supposing that they are dragging them to their dens, so as to bring them to their ‘kingdom’, where they may yet thrive in unlife. …And so, she slowed her breathing again, and lowered her voice. “...Confi… Come to my side…” she murmured, barely audible as she let her head hang low. He was… Lonely, that much was clear to her, and she… Wanted to help him, even if it meant dragging him upon a tumultuous journey, seeking other misfits. …And like any Pokémon, when discussing their motives, it is still important to remember that they cannot be held to the same standards as a human being. They are under no obligation to treat you nicely, and in the case of a Frillish, they see your state as a living being as an illness to which they know the cure, and in some regions, it is said that to be caught by their paralyzing venom is to be caught by the hands of death itself. It was only as Confi stirred lightly underneath her limp arm, that she could tell the Frillish had taken the bait. Anima’s heart thundered in her chest as she let the gentle rock of the waves, and the general hustle and bustle of the docks wash over her as she stayed tangled against the wooden support beam, eyes half closed… And it was only as a gentle, flash of blue came to float just in front of her, red eyes staring into hers, that anything changed. “...Astonish!” her voice came out louder than she intended, as she threw her eyes open, and pulled away from the dock; Confi surged from her side, letting out a piercing, singular wail as a dark aura overtook the Pokemon, and in an instant, as Anima began to fall beneath the waters, she watched the Frillish freeze in fright-- Should one find themselves in the water with a Frillish, worry not. Royalty as they act to be, they’re not used to having others resist them, or staunchly refuse and surprise them. As such, it is well known that they are easiest to catch when flinching from fright! This has also caused them to garnered a reputation among trainers as an opinionated, and mischievous Pokémon most likely to attack when someone is asleep, or has their back turned, as they’ll generally use their coloration to blend in with the water, before striking to drag their prey down to join their court. And in a singular, concerted motion, she hurled the Net ball from her right hand, directly into the Frillish. A bright red beam cascaded beneath the docks, then, as she continued to sink, heartbeat louder than anything else in her ears as she watched that Ball shake once… Then twice… And then a third, and final time, before growing still; as it came to rest gently atop the waves; the netting which covered the top of the ball automatically began to reel back into the loop around her wrist… As Confi, who had slipped from her sight, began to gently nudge her upwards, towards the surface again. It was only then, as she broke water, gasping for air again, and as she hooked leg around the wooden support beam, that she finally pulled the netball fully into her hand-- And wondered whether it still counted as ‘catching’ a fish, if she had been caught by the ‘fish’ first.
  3. Chaos Sonic
    “I understand you have questions for me, but I would appreciate just a little bit more help with distribution if you would be so kind. I can answer what I can when I have free moments.” Victor thought about this for a moment, but it was only for a moment. He gave a little bit of a shrug and smirked. "Not like we're on a time clock here..." he chuckled at Tinker. "But a hero's work is never done... I'll help you out with this, then we'll talk. You can basically pay me back that way when this is all said and done." "So transactional!" Tinker joked. "But if that's how you would like things to be done, then so be it." "Hey, what can I say, I got my priorities" Victor smirked, proceeding to hand out a few of the burgers as requested. "Now, let's start handing these out, shall we?" It was a bit... different for Victor to be doing something like this. Handing out food to people that lived like this, it made him remember the times he was asked to help volunteer for one of those soup kitchens where they did this too. Of course, that was also about the time frame he wasn't exactly all heroic either... nothing but a hacker with one thing on his mind: getting paid and taking down corrupt bureaucrats. Even still, he didn't really make it a bit of a habit to do this either when he took on the Override persona either. Part of him felt bad because of it, but then again, no time like the present... right? After a while, a man came up and accepted the burger gracefully, but ended up seeming embarrassed when he spoke to Victor. "I hate to ask for more shit," he started. "but do you have a cigarette? I had a couple stashed away and now I can't seem to find them." "Hmmm cigarettes? Unfortunately I can't say that I do. Don't really smoke." Victor sheepishly chuckled. He glanced over towards Tinker, whistling. "Hey, do we happen to have any cigs?" ...probably not the smoothest move on his part... The man just got more embarrassed at that. "Hey, nah, you don't have to go announcing it to the world. It's fine. Thanks for the burger." "Well, the goal wasn't to embarrass you. Just new to this, so bear with me." Vic bowed his head slightly, a little embarrassed himself. ...smooth, McCoy... smooth... Tinker walked over all the same, though, and it didn't take long for him to suss out what was going on. "Didn't you say you were quitting?" Still sheepish, the man replied, "A month ago is a month ago. Now is now." After this little exchange between the two, Victor cleared his throat and continued. "Why pick it back up if you wanted to quit? Again, I'm new to this. If I'm intruding into business, just tell me to drop it and I will." The man dodged the question. "It's a bad habit, I know," he said, looking down at his burger, peeling at its foil wrappings with a fingernail. "I just think I'm allowed a few bad habits is all, given the circumstances." Victor sighed a bit, before nodding. He moved over and put his hand on the guy's shoulder, removing his sunglasses to look the guy in the eyes. "But you shouldn't throw all that progress away just due to some circumstances. A month or not, that's progress nonetheless and it's steps you want to take to prove to yourself that you can be better." Victor gave the guy a smile, backing away some. "Trust me, from someone who had a hell of a start in his life, breaking bad habits and starting on the right foot... it's not something to sneeze at." "Yeah, maybe in six months I'll try again," the man said. "Thanks again for the burger." Victor watched the man walk off, though he heard in his ear the all too familiar Scottish voice. "Helping out the public not fall back into old habits, sir?" He sighed, before muttering to where only P.I.X.E.L. could hear. "...you of all people should know... what some encouragement can do for a person who's struggling to find themselves." After a while, they finally got the burgers handed out, which meant now was the time for Tinker to hold up his end of the bargain. "So... any place we can talk privately?" Victor asked. "I think any place around here is bound to have a wandering ear or two," Tinker said. "But I know these people. I trust them." "Alright then." Victor moved slightly, taking what Tinker said as gospel. He tapped his watch for a moment, making a quick scan with it. He needed to make sure no one else was around to listen... namely anyone that was Zodiac related. "Give me one sec... just, making a quick scan of the area." "I don't think they'd be happy if they found out about that-" Tinker said, but the scan returned negative. "Yeah, well... more so just a safety precaution." Victor nodded, noticing the scan results were negative. "Good... now..." He took the moment to produce the pendant he wore under his shirt, letting Tinker get a look at it before putting it back in. "Our mutual friend, Sarah, provided me it. And while I've done extensive searches on it, I need to hear these things from a member of that order. And like you showed me before, you were... are... one of those members." "Are. Present tense," Tinker said. "Past-tense only in that its founder -- Cassandra, the reason we all gathered together -- died, but we're still carrying on their wishes, so present-tense in my mind, at least." "Word tense aside..." Victor shook his head. "I want to know anything and everything you all know. Starting with the biggest thing: how did Cassandra come to obtain that prophecy? What did they do to have it appear before them?" Tinker shrugged. "They were a Thinker," he said. "Same inscrutable way they got all their prophecies, or how Lachesis knew how far away Caesar was based on the light-speed delay of a Catty Key call. Thinker brains are build different, taking in all sorts of data -- data that might not even seem relevant -- and just spitting out an answer." "That tracks... even still..." Victor rubbed his chin. "Next thing I'll be asking: their initial disappearance years before the declaration of the end of the world... where were they? I assume you all had the same question when they made the Order, correct? ...well, depending on if the order was made before or after they returned, I suppose. Not the point..." "They were still around. Not like there was much space for them to go," Tinker joked. "It is easier to do so when nobody is looking for you, and, frankly, nobody was." "So they were still technically active, just... no one was looking for them. It makes sense. Disappear to the point where no one finds you just to continue operating." Victor nodded, crossing his arms slightly. "My next question is this: why didn't they just come out to both sides before then? Let's be honest, most already knew they were a Renegade Cape working with both sides... so why didn't they just come up to the heads before that initial declaration? They could've helped them out immediately..." Tinker frowned. "You are getting into questions I cannot answer," he said. "I cannot explain all of the actions of a dead person. If I had to guess, I would say it was a manner of logistics and secrecy. Imagine if one of the four major organizations in Scarlet City found out before the others, what might they have been able to do with that information!" "Right... right..." Victor paused, sighing as he ran his hands through his hair. Tinker was right... questions like that were not helping... not right now they weren't. "I'm sorry. But you happen to be right. If any of the organizations, more likely say the Gibbons... that probably would've pushed Project Rubicon further than what it already was." He let out a heavy sigh, before looking at Tinker. "What can you tell me? Anything... I'm over here struggling to put all these pieces together and despite my vast access to all the databases and tech... I'm coming up with barely anything."
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  7. yui
    bump jolly fact: as we all know, the elf on the shelf watches kids and reports back to santa on who's naughty or nice. what they don't tell you is the elf on the shelf is also a FBI mole who weeds out naughty adults.
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  10. radio414
    When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. In God, whose word I praise— in God I trust and am not afraid. What can mere mortals do to me? Psalm 56:3-4 (NIV)The fact that Kasayee had disappeared worried Melissa, but then she felt bad for worrying, so it all evened out. Kasayee was her own person, after all, and despite Melissa having talked down to the woman what felt like a whole bunch, she could do what she liked. Maybe they’d see her again, maybe not. It was enough to reflect on her own thoughts and actions. She knew what she had thought. Had it shown through in her actions? Even just a microexpression, a twitch of a facial muscle? Of course, there was also the question of whether such thoughts from Melissa were just a vanity project. Did people even care? Fen and Trevor and even Kasayee seemed nice enough. Tia (and her horse) were friendly even if it was the sort of friendliness that made Melissa uncomfortable. And then there was - Two things brought Melissa back to the present. The first was the mention of food. It wasn’t that she was particularly hungry, but that Fen expressed unfamiliarity with fried food. It made sense. If she hadn’t heard of rollercoasters, she wouldn’t know about all the things that surrounded rollercoasters. Despite her lack of hunger, Melissa found herself with a craving for some funnel cake. She wanted to share that joy with her friends and teammates. The second, more pressing cue that brought Melissa out of her fugue state, was a screen nearby looping back to the beginning of its video presentation with a blast of ominous brass music. “With a top speed of a hundred and sixty-one kilometers per hour,” an offscreen announcer said, “the Stomach Dropper really makes you feel that classic acceleration of nine point eight meters per second squared.” There was footage of a rollercoaster drop, a high chain lift that immediately descended into a corkscrew spiral. Screams -- of either terror or delight, Melissa wasn’t sure -- followed. “And we haven’t even gotten into the freefalls yet.” The video cut to what Melissa could only assume was under the cars of the rollercoaster as all of a sudden the car leapt from the track, careening in an arc for a good solid three seconds before landing back on another track and continuing onwards. The voiceover continued but it no longer mattered. “Oh,” Melissa said. She realized exactly where she was in the park. She had somehow ended up in a queue. “No, um, no thank you,” Melissa said to nobody in particular. “Really, you have fun, but I won’t, and I’d really rather-” But the line shifted forward and Melissa dutifully followed along to avoid being even more of a bother. She looked behind, and the amount of people she’d have to squeeze past to get out of the queue was equally an insurmountable task. Slowly, but surely, everyone trudged forward, until Melissa was escorted to a seat at the front of the coaster train. Somebody said, “Make sure to be on the lookout for the little camera!” but all Melissa could think about was how, for one reason or another, she would need to make good friends with a toilet bowl after this.
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  12. Skaia
    "Hmmmm....hmmmmm...hm?" The adventurous girl mumbled to herself as she attempted to catch a fish, of course the biggest fish, that she could get to win the competition. However, she was met with a problem. The same problem that she had had when she was fishing a day before. This was that nothing was biting on her line, and no matter how much she moved her fishing rod around or tried to manifest the idea of a fish being caught by her, it did not seem to work. If anything she was finding herself not only repelling the fish but the other fishers as well. It had seemed that no one had wanted to fish near a girl who was so animated about moving her line. This hardly bothered Jacklyn, however, or at the very it bothered her much less than her inability to catch a fish. Giving a resigned sigh the girl sat down and put her fishing rod down next to her, line still cast in the water. The girl looked to her pokemon companion and said, "what do you think I'm doing wrong here Cherry? You're supposed to catch the fish right? But how am I supposed to do that if they get on the line in the first place?" The Buneary had no idea how to fish and thus had no words of advice for her trainer, only confusion. "Maybe I could dive into the water and catch them with my hands? But I don't think I could beat a water type in water, well not yet at least I'm sure if I trained enough in swimming it'd be no problem." The girl felt the need to assure her audience, which was the easily impressed one, of her capability. "But it's also probably against the rules. Oh, what if I just put a pokeball on the fishing rod? Then maybe you think - " As she was coming with some kind of hair brained scheme, Jacklyn realized she had a bite on her line as her fishing rod was starting to slide off the dock. Hastily grabbing it, the girl quickly sprung to her feet and started pulling on the line as she attempted to hoist it out of the sea. With one great yank, she managed to pull a blue blob out from the water and onto the dock, which revealed itself to be a helplessly splashing Finneon. "Alright Cherry, let's get to work!" The Buneary leaped into action, swiftly delivering a kick into the wing fish pokemon and knocking it back while it was still trying to get its bearings. Eventually managing to flip itself upright onto the dock, the shocked water type immediately let out a stream of water from its mouth in an attempt to dissuade its attacker. However, neither Jacklyn nor Cherry relented as Jacklyn called out, "alright hop up and go for another Pound Cherry!" And as the Buneary complied, striking the pokemon yet again the girl said, "and here we go!" Sending out the ball, the Finneon was envoloped in its light before being placed in the ball proper. And with three shakes it was successfully caught. "Woohoo! Way to go Cherry!" Picking the ball up the girl said, "I don't know if it was particularly big but I don't think I've ever seen one of these before, so I think we're sure to win!"
  13. Skaia
    The Storm Wracked Chimera was starting to feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of attacks it was receiving from every which angle. It had two heads which allowed it to both track more things than normal as well as control each independent body part more accurately, however it was still only two heads and it was being beset on by all four sides. Though it had done a relatively good job at keeping everyone at bay, and the party was certainly starting to feel their own injuries accumulate against the might of this beast, it had decided to do away with this overwhelmed feeling. It had decided to reset its attention, both heads focusing on one target and putting very little thought into their next action. First it would do away with what was behind it, having been thoroughly annoyed by losing two of its tails to the nuisance that was the swordsman. And so it bucked its large pawed feet backwards towards Gene. Then, it would move its body straight ahead towards the target that had just come out of hiding and attacked from a range. Letting out a roar from both heads, the creature charged straight forward; the swords on its left side scraping against the ground and the claw on its right dragging across as well. Abby for her part was not the target, however she had landed in front of the beast she had just jump attacked and was in prime trampling range and would have to do something about that or be forced straight through. Marshall, on the other hand, was the object of this creature's ire. And so she would to deal with this stampeding behemoth of a creature bulldozing its way towards her, its bear paw in front and ready crash into and smash whatever was in its way.
  14. cr47t
    now that thanksgiving is over, idk if you mind B&W visuals but for the holiday season I'd recommend "It's A Wonderful Life" (movie, 1946, dir. Frank Capra, star. Jimmy Stewart) widely considered (among people older than me, yeah I kinda gravitate that way with my taste) one of the best movies for the Christmas season all I'm going to say about the plot and premise of the movie is, although it's one of those movies where it starts near the end of the timeline and then flashes back for most of the movie, nevertheless it's one of those movies where things don't quite click into place until the ending sequence. so please avoid possible spoiler exposure if you can, not only because of that but knowing the opening predicament/what-comes-after going in kinda kills the vibe and impact. I'll admit that the movie has both bright spots and also delves into darker ones, but the effect is the bright moments shine that much more from the juxtaposition and the emotional sincerity of the movie (as compared to, let's say, a Russo Bros script or whatever) for comparison, a similar contrast effect, strong human element, and need to avoid spoilers is also crucial to "The Shawshank Redemption" which if you haven't seen that one yet, wtf are you doing with your spare time? sorry if these two are both familiar to you, I can put up here something else if you want
  15. cr47t

    Need playlist help

    cr47t replied to cr47t's topic in Music

    my apologies if I caused any offense, I just wanted to double check - didn't mean to point any fingers, I'm just not familiar with the lane of music that the album seems in in the meantime could you please weigh in on the other stuff in my newest post before this one here? it'd mean a lot to me
  16. radio414

    Need playlist help

    radio414 replied to cr47t's topic in Music

    kind of a deep insult to haris nukem like i know he dipped his toes into nfts three years ago but line goes up hadn't come out yet
  17. cr47t

    Need playlist help

    cr47t replied to cr47t's topic in Music

    listened to these I agree about the bill callahan song, doesn't really bridge well pieces of what is good as a bridge, but as a song on its own merits It's just not my thing. same goes with the two barns Courtney songs, I get too many imagine dragons-ey stomp-yo-feet-on-the-arena-floor vibes. not to mention, is the supernatural art AI generated? because that's a big no no for me (Midjourney was released a few days before the album so I can't be sure) von dutch is ok, I guess. i don't really care for it much though, it feels much more club music-y than disco itself or especially the rest of the playlist so its time to explore some replacements for Dsco methinks but if anyone knows something that can go before Dsco you can still comment those, still open to it I think I'd go with "Pro: Lov: Ad" as the preferred Dsco replacement. thinking about it now, PLA does a better job at conveying the character of the VDC album: sonically unpredictable, but still manages to express some kind of human emotion beneath all the crazy flows. at the same time PLA isn't as extreme with its rapid fire sounds or its bleep-bloop-iness as "Tekka" or "Dedicated". not to mention the transition between PLA and Black Qualls is gapless, so that's something I like the main thing holding me back is that Deco's lyrics give that song more of a collaborative feel: while PDA does feature Val taking the lead on vocals it is more of a showcase for the production and songwriting for Roby, which became the downfall of the Tiny House album. but unlike the Tiny House album, VDC was not created as a vehicle for creep behavior and was at a time when Rob & Val were on good terms, and rob probably didn't have anything nasty on his mind at the time (2003 for VDC, 2021 for tiny house) so is it still unethical to use PLA? the other option on the table is "Unrecorded" by M83, but that would require a search for a new song to pair with that, and while the transition from Unrecorded into Black Qualls is smooth, I can't help but imagine some of my friends reacting to the tonal shift with some kinda emotional whiplash, since Unrecorded is somber unlike "Pro: Lov: Ad". so therefore this I think tilts in the favor of "Pro: Lov" Ad" replacing "Dsco. Yeah the song block times out to 8:55 with PLA and Qualls, which my adhd brain keeps focusing on those missing 5 seconds but when in the car or at the party is anyone really going to notice let along complain? I just dunno if its unethical to use PLA for reasons elaborated two paragraphs above here
  18. yui
    i welcome them, mostly
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    Ash vs Evil Dead
  20. LordKrowKrow
    How do you feel about non-tech related questions?
  21. LordCowCow

    Charlie Brown Eating GIF by Peanuts

  22. yui
    dawg, i don't fuckin care
  23. Zamazenta the OS-Tan Fan
    How do you feel about Google's Lawsuit with the D.O.J?
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  25. Zamazenta the OS-Tan Fan
    I wish I could help you but sadly my device has no audio since my Laptop died 😞
  26. radio414

    Need playlist help

    radio414 replied to cr47t's topic in Music

    did some digging, just going to share the songs that went through my listening process angela by bill callahan flows nicely off of crush but just really extends the problem into dsco pieces of what by mgmt has a slight ramp up at the beginning and then adds more instrumentation in the backhalf to almost hit the energy of dsco von dutch by charli xcx doesn't need an introduction but i'll justify it by saying it has a ramp up so it doesn't completely jar off of crush imo i got about this far before i remembered barns courtney, who might have the energy you're looking for hellfire is from an album that i gave more listens to backinzaday but supernatural might be better for what you're looking for
  27. radio414
    Not that Brian could see much of anything in all that dark, and not that he particularly trusted Carmen to actually watch his back like he’d asked, but he still felt better about the whole situation and he did try and keep up his end of the deal, scanning what he could for any signs of further Kyrie hostility. Carmen asked him a question, which was annoying, but she also got back to digging, so it was give and take. “He could have a gun,” Brian said. “He seems like the sort of person who would own a gun. But then again, I dunno why you would lead with fucking medieval weaponry when you have access to, you know, not that.” Carmen responded to this new information by screaming, which was almost a rational response if it didn’t spook Brian the fuck out. She also was babbling Brian’s name like she wanted him to turn around and look at something. Brian resisted the urge to do so, at least right away. “If I look, that means you have to be looking that way --” he pointed forward “-- like I said we should.” He looked at the dog. “You too. Honestly, you more importantly than her.” Once he was satisfied that someone was looking out for him, Brian turned around and saw… “Carmen this is a dead body,” Brian said. There wasn’t much else to be looking at. God, that was disappointing. He’d secretly hyped himself up for something much worse. He should have remembered who he was working with here. “Carmen, we saw a dead girl up and about and trying to kill me specifically the first time we worked together. This one’s not even moving.” He sighed. It was for the best, really. “Thanks for digging. Let’s get this sorted.” He looked at the dog. “This is what you want, right? It’s, like, seal this or drag them into a proper grave and I’m not sure Carmen’s going to be okay with the latter.” Maybe he was asking the wrong person. “Come on, either hand me some seals or help me pull this guy out of here.”
  28. cr47t

    anyone who frequents the @radio414 or @LordCowCow music threads, I need some help https://neocardmaker.com/index.php?/topic/16957-need-playlist-help/

     

  29. cr47t

    Need playlist help

    cr47t posted a topic in Music

    ok so i'm very particular with this one playlist I'm composing, and I'm in a real pickle to make this one segment work. thought I'd turn to y'all for tips or song recommendations. no generative AI posts please but I expect that won't be an issue here TL;DR I'm looking for song suggestions. details below PART 1/3: THE PLAYLIST'S ORDER'S LOGIC first off, it's on Spotify Free (I don't wanna pay for premium) so any song recs need to be on there as songs (not as podcast uploads). also in order to make this particular playlist work I've turned on the crossfade at 0s and turned Automix on - this will be important to keep in mind. so the way Spotify's ad segments work for free users is, if you've streamed a total of 6 minutes since the last ad, when you get to the end of a track or press skip, it gives you an ad - but it won't interrupt an ongoing track for it. this means you can get as close to 6m as you can, then stick a real long one at the end, you can prolong the ads by as long as the long song is. for example "Oxygene" (1:05) by C418 + "Girl/Boy Song" (4:52) by Aphex Twin + "Crush" with the U not the A (8:09) by Dave Matthews Band -->14+min between ads (5:57 for first 2 tracks) or "Tonight, Tonight" by Smashing Pumpkins (4:14) + "Threshold" (1:06) by Steve Miller Band + "Pyramids" (9:52) by Frank Ocean -->15+min for these timestamps I'm going by the time from the right end of the song-length bar-thingy, as that's sometimes 1sec or so shorter than the time on the list. and it's important to me that whatever "song blocks" I've got between ads, the total block time exceeds 9 minutes total. this is because they can't all reach the highs of the above 2 examples while still including all the songs that give the playlist its character (I'm making it as shorthand for my music taste) yet at the same time, every complete song block I have rn tops 9min and that's pretty good anyways. (they're usually 2 or 3 tracks long, interludes included.) (I also sometimes make transitions that span across ad breaks, for the paid users who I meet and befriend.) I can share the current playlist's tracklist if needed but would prefer not to if it isn't needed at the moment. PART 2/3: WHAT I'M TRYING TO DO AT THE MOMENT both examples of long song breaks I listed above in italics, are actually in the playlist. I'm currently trying to figure out something to put in this blank: ... "Crush" by Dave Matthews Band + AD + __________ + "Dsco" (3:11) by Sweet Trip + "Black Qualls" (3:09) by Thundercat and co. + AD + "Weird Fishes/Arpeggi" by Radiohead + ...etc I listed way more songs that are relevant to my problem here, just as a sampler for the "sound" of the playlist and its range/similarities. but for the purposes of today's problem, we're only going to focus on "Crush" through to "Black Qualls", mainly surrounding the blank spot. I need a song that's at least 2:40 and less than 2:49 (on the length bar). I would prefer it to not sound too jarring coming out of "Crush"s long fadeout and segue smoothly or at least cleverly into "Dsco". I particularly want this specific song block to have 3 or more tracks in it PART 3/3: I THINK YOU CAN GUESS THE PROBLEM BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAY I cannot find a single track that fits just right into this specific blank spot, and it's driving me nuts. I've looked on reddit threads (don't have an acc of my own yet) I've looked on Spotify playlists in searches, from my family members, even my own favorites list and generated "mix" playlists and it's still not doing anything for me. the only thing I've found that remotely fits is "Knock Yourself Out XD" but not only is it jarring coming out of dead time from "Crush", I also feel that it overwhelms "Dsco" when placed right next to it. I've been wondering about taking "Dsco" out entirely and replacing it with something else, but from the VDC album, only "Pro: Lov: Ad" really fits without being too guitar-shoegazey ("Chocolate Matter" is out), too bleep-glitchy (e.g. "Dedicated") or too long (e.g. "Sept" etc.) Even then I like "Dsco" better, the lyrics have more variation. As for songs elsewhere, "Unrecorded" by M83 does segue in a somewhat clever and weirdly smooth manner to me, but something about the tonal dissonance between that and "Black Qualls" afterwards doesn't feel quite right (to me, anyways: how does it go for you?) besides I kinda like "Dsco" if only for 1) it's an upbeat song that 2) has its own distinct character to it as opposed to the "radio filler sound" expected of tracks this tempo, tone and length (or even amongst the other songs on the VDC album, but those are much more left field) which combined with point 1 is hard to find, and 3) there's another Sweet Trip song earlier on the playlist ("Milk", a sadder one, off the You Will Never Know Why album) and I just like the idea of two wildly different songs that make people who pay attention think "wait, this is the same artist/band?" (don't worry, I'm not touching anything from A Tiny House or the reunion in general) soooooooo does anyone have song ideas for the blank spot going into "Dsco"? or going into some other song that goes well into "Black Qualls" if pairing it w/ "Dsco" is a hopeless case? thanks in the meantime
  30. LordCowCow
    Team JAA/AJA/AAJ Anneliese was smiling wide as she sat herself down at the edge of the dock, not caring about the wetness of it nor the water splashing right under her. Eleanora, who was standing nearby, seemed more worried about it than the girl and looked ready to grab her with her beak and pull her back every time that the girl leaned forward excitedly to point out what other people were doing. "Goodness, that's quite the large Magikarp! Do you think it's the head of the family? Oh, my, what is that Pokemon? It...oh, no, that's just some seaweed....Goodness, that Wingull is trying to take that man's fishing rod." It wasn't until Eleanora let out a loud chirp that Anneliese realized that something had been tugging at the rod. She scrambled to her feet and gave the rod a sharp yank and something came out of the water with a large splash. At first Anneliese didn't notice what it was due to the column of water that came with it but then she noticed it on the edge. It was a Shellder. And, while hard to tell, she was almost certain that it was the same Shellder from the other day. "Oh my, we meet again! Oh, right, come Eleanora let us catch it properly this time, use, um, Leer!" The bird gave the shell the stink eye which, while lowering its defenses, seemed to frighten the Pokemon as well and it began to try and jump back into the water. "Oh no, hurry Eleanora, stop it, use Peck!" The bird flew above the Shellder and made its way towards its front, to stop its escape, before darting forward and hitting it between the eyes with a sharp Peck attack. The Shellder rolled end over end and then launched a Water Gun at Eleanora. The force of it nearly knocking the bird into the water. Seemingly annoyed at this Eleanora went in for another Peck without orders. The emotion driven attack was dodged as the Shellder began hopping as fast as it could towards the water again. "Oh my what do I do...if it escapes again...but if the ball breaks...Eleanora once more, Peck from above!" This time the Rookidee flew above the Shellder where it couldn't see and dove down to deliver a Peck straight to the shell itself. The attack glanced right off but it stopped the Shellder in its tracks. For a moment. And then it was on the retreat once more and was just about to jump into the water when Anneliese ran forward, ball in her outstretched hand, and dove at the Pokemon. She landed hard but managed to touch the ball to the back of the Shellder right as it was mid-jump. After a few tense shakes the Pokemon was caught and Anneliese let out a cheer. "Another friend, what a wonderful day!" Team BQN Bridget would find that she was among the first to have finished their catching. In fact she may have been the very first. As she looked around she'd see plenty of people of various level of patience waiting and waiting. The few that had already finished looked about as embarrassed about it as she had and when they made eye contact they'd give awkward smiles of comradery at their shared experience. Of all the fishers Nate seemed to be the most focused. Perhaps because he had a specific goal in mind but he hadn't said much of anything up to this point. Despite that there were rules against disturbing or interrupting the others it seemed that those who had already finished either gathered together or moved over to where their friends were and quietly cheered them on. OOC for all
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    Sooooo about that tail Gene thought he cut off... it was still there. Bleeding like crazy for sure, but it was still hanging there, swinging around. Speaking of swinging around, the five tails were coming back his direction for another strike. "Crap!!!" he shouted, diving to his right in an attempt of a dodge roll... though it wasn't the best direction for him to roll into. Rather than going opposite of the tails, he went towards them. Luckily, he got under them just barely, however on the back swing, he was struck and knocked over to the right. "D-Damnit... okay, n-not cool..." Gene groaned, as he got back up. He watched the tails and in the moment where he could get a chance, he made his move. He rushed towards the wounded tail and this time for sure... severed the tail. With that tail out the way, he immediately backed away, avoiding the flailing tails. Gene let out a heavy sigh of relief, trying to catch his breath. This was going in a direction he wasn't expecting, namely cause the using his environment idea was... well, wasn't going as great as he expected. That was on him, namely due to the size of this creature. In any case, after taking another breath, Gene activated his Weapon Art - Quick Strike and rushed forward again, hoping to slash through the remainder of the tails... however, try as he might, he couldn't get through the remainder of the four tails, but... he did slice another tail off. "A-And then there were three!" Gene said triumphantly, having just enough time to retreat back away from the remainder of the flailing tails.
  34. UltimateIRS

    gotta hand it to gabumon, he got that shit on

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