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Hailing Frequencies (Part 2)
A/N: Yes, it's finally here! I don't know how many of you were waiting for it, but Springworld is back and it's getting gayer as we speak! Follow for Part 3, or if you're feeling nostalgic, head on over to the Springworld site on Neocities which I have somehow taught myself enough HTML to make work on both desktop and mobile. (There's a cute cursor on desktop though.)
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[Part 1]
Petal was a smuggler. You wouldn't think that looking at him. Or maybe you would. I don't know you. But be aware, he was just a little guy. A bunny boy! Even for a lagoform, his ears were big, and the way they flopped down beneath that fluffy mess of red hair obscuring his face gave him the air of an adorable plushie come to life. He was a lop, and with all the intended impartiality in the world, it was hard for most creatures to see him as anything other than a cute, cuddly fuzzbrain who didn't know the meaning of the word "smuggler," let alone how to trawl nullboards for illicit spacehop jobs.
Their mistake.
It's not like Petal had intended to be a smuggler. Few young bunnies stand up at Show & Tell with a hacked datapad and regale their classmates with aspirations to a life of crime, danger, and paranoid self-isolation, and fewer still are the guidance counselors who might advocate for such a path, or the career aptitude tests that would mention the criminal profession outside the bounds of a heady word problem on the math and logic portion. But things happen, life doesn't always go as you think it will, plans change, and career aptitude tests have always been of more use to the people who run factories and armies than to the people taking them. Imposed destinies are a dime a dozen, but they don't come in very many sizes, after all. The fact is, Petal was good at smuggling, though he hadn't been doing it very long, and if creatures tended to underestimate him due to silly things like the shape of his ears, so much the better—as long as his employers knew he meant business, it was better that way. Who did he think he needed to impress?
It's not like he had many folks to impress, anyway. Planetside, maybe. Not out here where you weren't weaving through traffic so much as looking for three molecules close enough to juggle. It was quiet out here, not in the way that nighttime is quiet on the far side of your local star, but in the way that death is, or the time before you were born. Fathomless, both in yawning depth and mystery, unshrouded but empty, unresponsive, baffling in every way. It was space, but it wasn't a place—just an unlit alleyway between where one system ended and another began. A distance like that couldn't be reckoned like a little jaunt between planets, the numbers lost all meaning in the face of actually traversing such a gulf. Even time didn't work right out here, not if your engines were functioning properly, and you couldn't rely on your own senses to tell you much more than if you were hungry, sleepy, or needed to piss. A trip like this, a job like this one, could only ever be properly accounted for by the fuel it took to propel the agreed-upon cargo from point A to point B, and by the evident wear on the ship whenever the work was done.
There was a reason most of these long-haul jobs went to bots and augments—nobody paid extra for the psychological toll it took to spend so long alone, surrounded by nothing but the ship you rode in on and the certain knowledge that, if something were to go wrong, the chance of a rescue was effectively zero. It wouldn't even be worth trying to recover the cargo. Nobody with a lick of sense was going to let themselves be implicated in this venture, even if they knew where to look, because plotting a course through deep space meant sticking to approved lanes for approved travelers, or avoiding them like the plague if you weren't one.
Petal somehow got the feeling that he wasn't one.
That had never stopped him so far, though.
Turning to the viewscreen, Petal once again examined the readout: SHIP ON COURSE. NO EXTERNAL HEAT SIGNATURES DETECTED WITHIN HAILING FREQUENCIES, it had said for the past however long. Though he wasn't technically supposed to be using this lane, the chances of running into anyone else out here, even on an approved shipping route, were literally astronomical, and the onboard navigation system collaborated with an impressive array of sensors to make sure he really was alone out here. SHIP ON COURSE, he read at a quick glance. EXTERNAL HEAT SIGNATURES DETECTED WITHIN HAILING FREQUENCIES. There, you see? Nothing to worry about.
He sighed, curling up in the pilot's seat, once again thanking his past self for having the foresight to install aftermarket smart-gel cushions in the old craft. They buoyed his soft body up against the effects of artificial gravity out in space, or real gravity planetside, and protected his neck from whiplash during sudden bursts of real acceleration. He didn't know what the old transport pilots used to do in such situations, back when this ship had been used for more above-board operations. Die, he guessed. Maybe that was the reason he'd gotten the ship so cheap, after all. Damn. He thought it had been his boyish charms.
Petal pulled out his datapad and checked the manifest for the 13 billionth time. Of course, it didn't have the actual names of what he was carrying, that would have been a risk, and boyish charms or no, Petal was not inclined to fly in the face of fate from too many directions at once. A light on the primary viewscreen blinked, barely registering in the corner of his vision as he scrolled through the list in front of him. PREFABRICATED ALUMINUM SANITATION UNIT x12, said the first entry, causing him to yawn at the sheer dullness of it. That was good, maybe too good. He'd intentionally chosen aliases for his illicit goods that wouldn't inspire many questions, but now he wondered if he'd gone too boring. He'd have a hard time accounting for his supposed cargo if simply reading the names was enough to put him to sleep. Then again, it didn't take much. He was a cozy creature, at his center. It didn't matter if he was curled up in his overstuffed bed at home or halfway through a perilous leap between the stars, he couldn't help but get comfortable wherever he was, and if you were comfortable, who could help dozing off a little from time to time? Or all the time?
"And there's nothing wrong with that," he said to the absolute absence of anybody, who listened dutifully.
He turned back to the manifest again, blinking slowly just as the viewscreen blinked back, missing it entirely this time. PREFABRICATED ALUMINUM—no, that was the first one again. His head nodded downward as he put one small paw on the datapad, underlining the second entry.
Ah.
REFURBISHED PERSONAL/SMALL INDUSTRIAL CONDENSATION AGGREGATOR x8, he read, barely getting the words to sound aloud in his brain before tumbling out the back of his skull. He'd once heard that prehistoric lagoforms had had brains that were literally smooth, and while he'd have been insulted at the insinuation coming from someone else, he sometimes secretly wondered if he had more in common with his distant ancestors than not.
Petal sighed again, a comfortable sound, and let the datapad dip down as he held it, his eyes beginning to droop closed as his leporine face relaxed. It would probably all work out, he thought. It always did. He stretched his arms out and yawned wide, then gathered himself in, slipping further into the accommodating embrace of his seat and tucking his knees up beneath his chin.
The light on the main viewscreen began to blink out a slow, methodical rhythm as a fuzzy chest rose and fell, a warm machine's silent lullaby for a very, very sleepy bunny boy. As Petal nodded off, the datapad slid lethargically from his paws and, with the damning grace of a melting glacier, began to press a button on the screen. To be continued in Hailing Frequencies (Part 3) . . .

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TRIGUN LO-FI // Typhoon's Eye | Freeced [Trigun Stampede Song] Hey, it's been a while! I know I've skipped a few songs...I'll get back to them...probably...but this is my newest one and it's the one I'm excited about right now so this is the post you get! TRIGUN LO-FI // Typhoon's Eye is my soft and poetic tribute to Trigun Stampede as well as a retro nod to the anime's roots. I've done a few lo-fi rap tracks, and though I did include a short rap verse in this one, I really wanted to leave a lot more room for the instrumental and melody to shine through by doing a little more singing and a lot more shutting up. As with a lot of my more singing-focused songs, it bears a strong melancholy tone and enough queerly-flipped religious imagery to make you ask if I'm okay. I am okay! The music video for this song was edited by my best friend and longtime collaborator @carovt, which meant I could do things like shoot some live-action footage for once and throw it at her instead of figuring out how to fit it into an AMV myself. I had a very good time leaning over her shoulder and going "Make this nearly imperceptible change I want" while she calmly explained how complicated my requests actually were in After Effects, a program I have come to despise with a passion usually reserved for programs I have ever used. And then she'd make the changes anyway, because she's the best. Thank you, C. I did all the live-action filming myself. I waited till kind of late in the day, which is the main reason why there isn't much, but I got really lucky when a train just happened to be passing right behind the spot I had picked out. I don't often get chances to show my favorite places in the city where I live, because most of them aren't the sorts of places you'd take someone. I've always had a thing for the broken-down parts of town, the train tracks, the empty roofs, the paint-marked alleys, and the rubble piles left over from construction projects that never seem to end. I'm glad I got to show you one of those spots, even if it's nothing really special, because it's where I live and it's where I am alive. I wish I'd been able to shoot the rap part while the train was still going by, but I'm so bad at remembering my own lyrics that I couldn't get a solid take before it passed. Ah well. I'm proud of what we got. Anyway, that's TRIGUN LO-FI. If you've listened to it already, I hope you liked it! And thank you! If you haven't yet, I hope you will! It's for Trigun fans, it's for queers like me, it's for anybody who just needs something calm to listen to while the wind and grit and gunsmoke fade away. Oh yeah, and it's on streaming platforms too. If that's where you go for anime-inspired lo-fi songs that are melancholy and written by queer folks with obvious comfort characters. For instance. - Freeced
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TsukkiYama Rap: "Jump, Float" | Freeced | Haikyuu!! [Kei Tsukishima x Tadashi Yamaguchi] Some years ago, Shwabadi, who I didn't know very well at the time, asked me if I'd seen a show called Haikyuu. I said, I CAN see Haikyuu, and he said great! Just watch the first couple seasons this week and you can play Tadashi on my Haikyuu cypher. I'd been a fan of Shwabadi's for years at that point, and there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity for my first big nerdcore collab, so I got stuck in in an attempt to do some quick research.
I didn't know that Haikyuu was about to become my favorite anime of all time, but I very quickly realized that Yamaguchi was going to be my favorite. Not too long after the cypher, I started writing Haikyuu songs of my own, including one for Yams and one for Tsukki. Each one gently hinted at a romance between the two, and I always wanted to do more to show my appreciation for the ship. In the mean time, I wrote about half a dozen more Haikyuu songs, accidentally contributing to my status as the artist who's written more fan songs about Haikyuu than probably anyone. I can't believe it took me this long to write a dedicated TsukkiYama song, but maybe I needed to let the originals breathe for a while. Either way, Valentine's Day came around this year, and I knew it must be time.
Lo-fi songs are always a cozy place for me, both in creation and appreciation, and I wanted to show love to an artist that inspired me a great deal these past couple years, Lupe Fiasco, with a nod to his track "Kick, Push" off the classic album Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor. The phrase "jump float" got itself stuck in my head as I was making the beat and eventually wound up as a simple hook that I hoped would evoke the feeling of coasting on a cloud of happy emotions between two people who are young and in love. After exploring the relationship between love and pain in my AkiAngel song, I wanted to do something that was simple and sweet, representing the simple affection between two characters who have known each other for so long that they just feel right whenever they're around one another. And above all else, I wanted to make something cute.
So that's Jump, Float! I hope you love it! I put my heart into these songs every time and it's always so sweet seeing how many folks pick up on that and show just as much love back in the comments and around the net. As long as there are cute gay songs to be made, I'm very happy to be a person who makes them. So thanks for listening! ~Freeced
Learned a little while ago that Emily Kaldwin and Sapphire from Steven Universe share a VA(the talented Erica Luttrell) so here’s a drawing of Emily in Sapphire’s dress.
Tried a slightly different workflow with this one. I think I like it :)
I drew some... uh... I don't know exactly what these little fellows are but I sure drew them
I don't understand when people say a show is the "best show ever made" but also that it takes a while to get good then? it's not?? You can't have a 10/10 score when more than 1/10 episodes are miserable to get through anyway just watch Bluey it's better
What if we hyperfixated together? 😗 JK JK… unless- 😏

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