built in mic

I might start doing voice acting after finals

I once voice acting in certain animated series. I missed the old days since i quited VA because i dont have good microphone. (Always using built in microphone)

My current mic i used is :

Cheap. I know. It was really worth buying it until there’s static noise after 5 days in used. Now the sound of this mic gone worsen and which is annoying and i have to use the built in microphone throughout the live stream.

Then I have made decision, im getting a new microphone that is called SF-22B:

Cost about RM63 ($15)

I found this through this video: https://youtu.be/mx-UBF3RpIg

The video helps you to find which microphone is better for your own taste. And SF-22B is part of the top 3. Im not affording Snowball Ice because its costly for me, and i probably afford something better than a microphone.

If you are VA hobbyists, pretty much recommended watching the video I sent from above.

Cant wait to start Voice acting and make some comic dub of your fav fandom. (Still dont know what to start dubbing???)


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Will’s stomach was in his throat and his sensible thoughts were buried deep beneath everything else as he clutched at The Wraith like his flaccid form could somehow save them both.

Falling is all heart-wrenching terror, air whipping past and clawing viciously, and too much time to think, but not enough to do. It’s shock and a heartbeat that seems to be frozen, breath being sucked out of lungs. Legs kicking and twitching and wheeling.

Lumine had a brief moment of realization that the boy he was clutching at might have already been dead and it wouldn’t have mattered if he was still alive, anyway, because they were both going to be a large splat on the pavement in a matter of seconds. He was desperately clenching his eyes shut, his mind dredging up hopeless wishes that he could just float, be as light as light itself. So, that’s what he clung to, what his frenzied mind stuck all of its will and strength into instead of the ground rushing up to meet them at dizzying, impossible speeds.

Images of rays bending and swirling and rushing around them, soaking into their skin until they were nothing but blinding, radiate, weightless light.

Will’s whole world jerked, a force knocking him so hard in the ribs that he gasped and almost lost his grip on The Wraith, his eyes flying open and nearly popping out as he tried to suck oxygen back into his caving lungs. It was only when he finally had his breathing under control that his eyes focused and he realized what was happening, what he was seeing.

There, barely five feet below them, was the pavement, and they were hovering above it. Weightless. In that tiny moment of utter disbelief, Will immediately lost whatever concentration he’d been clinging to in the back of his mind, and his stomach took another leap for his throat, coming out in the form of a strangled yelp as they plummeted the remaining distance.

They landed in a mass if limbs and torsos and knocked foreheads and pain. Will rolled off of The Wraith, groaning and trying to decide which part of him hurt the most.

He then remembered that he still wasn’t entirely sure if The Wraith was even still alive, so he forgot about his own injuries and heaved until he was in a sitting position. The Wraith was utterly motionless: jaw slack, hair splayed out around him, one arm bent at an unnatural angle. Will scooted forward and pressed his fingers to The Wraith’s neck, searching for a pulse. His own heart was hammering in his chest and, for a moment, he couldn’t find anything and it skipped a beat.

He moved his fingers an inch to the left and immediately slumped with relief when he found it: The Wraith’s blood thrumming under his fingers, a steady assurance that he was still breathing.

“This might hurt a little, Wraith…” he muttered, setting his hands on his arm. He was already shaking with exertion. “You’re lucky you’re unconscious.”

He reached out with his mind, humming quietly, feeling every break and crack in the bones of his arm and then imagining them righting themselves; drawing them back together, reconstructing and sealing torn muscle and tissue around it. It wasn’t the most serious injury Will had ever healed, but with the amount of energy he’d already used and the lingering effect of The Wraith’s shadows sucking at him, it certainly felt like it.

Will barely managed to pick him up, stumble into the Base, and drape him over the table before he collapsed into a chair next to it.

He’d only laid his head in his arms for a total of five seconds before someone burst in through the door, gasping for breath. “Will, what happened?”

Will pulled his head up, giving Jason a look of utter disbelief, “Your presence would have been really helpful about ten seconds ago when I was falling off a building.”

But Jason wasn’t looking at him. Instead, his gaze was locked on what was laid out on the table behind him. (Or, rather, who.)

“Will,” he said, warily, like if he rushed his words too much The Wraith might have jerked into consciousness and lashed out at him.

Will reached back slowly, put a hand on top of The Wraith’s chest protectively (it was rising and falling shallowly, his breaths were warbled rasps of air). “Jason. Hear me out, alright? I don’t think… I don’t think that he’s dangerous.”

Jason’s mouth dropped open and then closed slowly. He squeezed his eyes shut shook his head like he was trying to shake off Will’s statement. It made his glasses fall down his nose and the way he pushed them back up spoke more of his exasperation than anything else. “Not dangerous?” he repeated, “Will, you know that’s The Wraith, right? The same guy who’s been trying to kill us for years, the son of Hades?”

“Look, Jason, I know how it sounds, alright? I just… I need you to trust me on this one. And I need you to be here when he wakes up… Just in case things don’t go the way I want them to.” Will looked at him with a pleading expression, his mouth bent into a worried frown.

Jason deflated slowly, “Fine. But we’re not letting him take a step out of this room. This is the Base, Solace.” He sounded like he was seriously regretting every single word, even as he said it.

Will brightened immediately, looking so relieved that it almost made it worth it anyway. “Thanks, Jace.”

Jason nodded, kicking the door closed behind him and locking it. He lifted his hand up, speaking into the mic built into his watch, “Everything’s good, guys. The Wraith has been deterred.” He looked up and walked over to plop down in a seat next to Will. And then he glanced at The Wraith and pushed backward, his chair screeching against the tile.

Will laughed softly at him and turned his focus back to The Wraith. He looked peaceful, his head lolling to the side and hair falling across one eye. A cat was curled up beneath his left eye beneath the graceful crescent of his eyelashes, its flank rising and falling softly as it slept. The corner of Will’s mouth twitched upwards at the sight.

“What makes you think that we can trust him?” Jason asked quietly, studying his expression.

Will considered how to answer that question. It was not just one thing in particular, but an accumulation of events that had slowly solidified into this feeling in his gut. Will told him as much. Jason was still frowning, so he took a deep breath and started talking.

He started with the time he had spent in The Wraith’s base, told Jason about how human he looked when his eyes were not pitch black. He explained to him the raw desperation in his voice, the longing when he spoke of the outside world, his apparent fear of his father. He was just moving on to their recent encounters and how The Wraith never seemed to fight anymore–not how he could, anyway–and that was when The Wraith jerked upward, gasping like fish that had been dragged out of water, and reached, floundered for Will–catching at his shirt–like he was fighting not to fall from the edge of a drop-off.

Will turned to him, his heart thrashing and his mind wheeling at the suddenness of it all, and The Wraith’s fingers scrambled upward wildly until he was clutching his face in his hands, his fingers digging into his flesh. His eyes were half-crazed, frightened beyond all belief, but a deep, deep brown that somehow kept Will from panicking completely.

The Wraith’s mouth was stuttering soundlessly, so much that Will almost thought he was trying to scream, but then he just choked, “Lumine,” and it was so much worse.

“Wraith,” Will said, his hands fluttering upward to grip his his wrists, “Wraith, calm down. It’s okay, you’re alright.” His voice is shaky and frantic.

The Wraith was shaking his head, his breaths trembling and tattoos flooding across his cheeks, ugly and hopeless. Will saw the word ‘no’ several times. “Don’t call me that,” he choked. “Don’t call me that. I’m not… I’m not…”

“What should I call you, then?” Will asked, trying to make his voice soothing despite the erratic beats of his heart. He brushed his fingers up and down The Wraith’s forearms without really thinking about it at all.

There were tears dripping down his cheeks now, but his breathing was starting to even out and the tension was leeching out of his limbs. He was not so much gripping Will’s face now as he was holding it. “Nico,” he whispered, like a relief. “My name is Nico. Nico di Angelo.”

Will nodded, staring at him. “Nico,” he whispered, and watched the name be written over and over again. Slowly, it overtook his face like someone was writing lines in detention. On his left temple, Wraith appeared in an ugly scrawl and then quickly got crossed out, scribbled over recklessly.

“My name is Will,” he told him quietly, because it only seemed right. “Will Solace…”

Nico nodded, a tiny smile pulling at his lips, “Will.” It appeared too, written in precise cursive across the bridge of his nose.

Will grinned, “Yeah.” His voice sounded reverent, almost. Awed.

Everything slowly dripped away, all of the ink falling from his face like raindrops running down a window, and then it was just 'Solace’ written on the edge of his jaw. Vines were curling around it, flowers blooming randomly over the edges of the letters.

There was no air left in Will’s lungs. He wanted to take back every single time he ever tore this boy down, wanted to go back and offer him a way out. Wanted to have rescued him instead of ripping him apart time and time again.

“I’m so, so sorry…” he uttered.

Nico laughed quietly. “Me too, Will.”

A/N: If you’re going back to read previous parts, the links (to other, previous, parts) at the top of the posts won’t work, but the ones at the bottom will.

[tagging: @rendrebleu , @warmestbloggerever i finally updated this!!]

How Do You Want It - Part 2

Rating: M (Smut, Violence, Language)

WARNING: This is pretty much just straight smut!

They were playing a delicious game of Cat and Mouse until a prank ups the stakes in a way that neither had imagined but both craved. The wait has been such sweet torture but how much longer can they play this game before they give in? Eric/OC M AU (Smut, Lemon and fluff)

Inspired by: Bebe Rexha ‘I Got You’, 2Pac ‘How Do You Want It’, Boy Epic ‘Dirty Mind’

A/N: You can thank a night of listening to old school music and drinking with a friend for this gem. The title should say it all…love me some Tupac.

@kenzieam@ericdauntless@jojuarez26@jaihardy@iammarylastar@captstefanbrandt@captainviolets@badassbaker@readsalot73@fuckthatfeeling@dani5102@beltz2016@beautifulramblingbrains@affabletimelady@irasancti@meganbee15@meganbee15@lauraaan182@gylisaa@scorpio2009@gylisaa @bookgirlthings@pathybo


Part 2

Music inspiration and mood setting: Rihanna ‘Russian Roulette’ ‘S&M’, Kehlani ‘Gangsta’, Fifty Shades Darker ‘Back to Black’

Cass was going to kill them. That was all she could think as she lay in the bed of her apartment naked and writhing in pain the urge was so strong. She couldn’t understand why earlier the images of her and Eric had worked but now it was just working her up more and not nearing her to any relief at all. She had felt as if he was almost there then and it just drove her on.

Now it was just making her pissed and frustrated.

She let out a scream of frustration and slapped her hands down on the black silk sheets of her bed. She would just have to message Trey and hope to hell Eric was nowhere near his apartment right now. She hadn’t minded having an apartment across the hall from him at first. Now though she was questioning her reasoning because it made bringing someone back to her apartment impossible. Not that she had wanted to but now when she literally needed it she couldn’t. Not if she wanted the person to continue breathing.

Her phone alerted her and she growled out loud as she picked it up. It was probably Uri or Ed trying to apologize for the tenth time in the last hour. She didn’t want to see or hear it again.

‘You ok Cass. You looked….unwell in the meeting. I was worried about you.’ - Eric

Perfect…just what she needed. There was no way she was going to explain what had happened or was happening to Eric.

‘Yep I am fine. Thanks for asking. Must be a stomach bug or something…it will pass soon.’ - Cass

‘I don’t know Cass. I don’t think what I was seeing has anything to do with your stomach. I think you might be getting warmer though on the area you aren’t feeling too hot at. Correction…maybe you are too hot in that area and that is the problem?’ - Eric

Cass groaned knowing that he had figured it out in the meeting. Then she groaned for another reason when she remembered how hard he had been and how on display it was. 

Gods she just wanted to do bad things with that man.

She was already feeling frustrated so she decided to throw that in his face and see how he liked the reminder of an uncomfortable situation.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know? I seem to remember you have a situation of your own at the meeting. Are you sure you aren’t coming down with the same bug?’ - Cass

‘Maybe it is catching. Not that I am complaining. I do love the way your skin flushes when you are all excited. Made me think of doing all kinds of dirty things to and with you.’ - Eric

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The Theremini is a re-imagination of one of the oldest electronic musical instruments in history, and Bob Moog’s first love – the Theremin. Its design fuses the experience of performing with an instrument you don’t actually touch, with a powerful sound engine derived from Moog’s award winning synthesizer, Animoog. The Theremini guarantees immediate success to any player at any skill level, while providing new ways to experiment with music, education, and gestural control.

Assistive pitch quantization allows each player to adjust the instrument’s level of playing difficulty. At the maximum position, the Theremini will play every note in a selected scale perfectly, making it impossible to play a wrong note. As this control is decreased, more expressive control of pitch and vibrato becomes possible. When set to minimum, the Theremini will perform as a traditional Theremin - the analog heterodyning oscillator controls pitch and there is absolutely no assistance.

A built-in tuner supplies real-time visual feedback of each note as it is played, as well as its proximity to perfection. This is useful for correcting a user’s playing position, and educating younger players about pitch and scales.

The presets section allows you to select from 32 wave or wavetable-based patches, store a selected scale & root note, set and recall a specified playing range, and specify per-patch settings for the included stereo delay.

Recessed in the top of the Theremini is a compact speaker perfect for private rehearsal and quick setup anywhere. Silent rehearsal is also possible via the front panel headphone jack. Simply plug in ear-buds or headphones and the built-in speaker becomes silent.

For live performance and gestural control, the rear panel features two line level audio outputs, a pitch CV output with selectable range, and a mini USB jack for MIDI I/O and connectivity.


• Pitch correction w/ selectable scales and root note

• Built in tuner allows you to learn pitch and scales

• 32 Wavetable based presets

• Built in speaker

• Headphone output

• Two ¼" audio outputs

• Single Pitch CV output w/ selectable range

• User selectable scale and root note (stored per preset)

• User selectable range: highest note and lowest note (stored per preset)

• Adjustable Stereo Ping-Pong Delay

• Removable pitch antenna - built in storage compartment on bottom-side

• Built in 3/8” Mic stand and Camera stand adaptor

• High quality rubberized feet


LCD SCREEN:  128 X 64 pixel LCD with white backlight.

HEADPHONE JACK:  1/8” (3.5mm) TRS headphone jack. Inserting a headphone plug will disable the internal speaker

VOLUME KNOB:  Controls headphone volume and built in speaker volume.

PITCH BIAS KNOB:  Determines the amount of pitch correction from 0% to 100%

SCALE BUTTON:  Select from a list of built in scales

ROOT BUTTON:  Select the root note to be used by the scale

SETUP BUTTON:  Provides access the setup and calibration functions - also acts as a shift key.

DELAY LENGTH BUTTON:  Selects the length of delay: SHORT, MEDIUM, LONG, or OFF

DELAY AMOUNT KNOB:  Controls the amount of delay mixed with the dry signal.

PRESET KNOB:  Selects the preset played from a built in list of 32 presets


LEFT OUTPUT:  Line Level ¼” unbalanced TS

RIGHT OUTPUT:Line Level  ¼” unbalanced TS

CV OUTPUT:  ¼” TS – 0-5V or 0-10V selectable

USB:  MiniB USB2.0 for USB MIDI - Note data in not yet supported



POWER JACK:  12VDC/1.2A from 100–240VAC external supply(included)

DIMENSIONS:22.75”L  x 6.5”D x 15”H w/antenna (4”H without)

WEIGHT: 3lbs


u may wonder - prob not - why i havent recorded any new music in quite a while - had a cat astrophe w the interface ( a piece of sound equipment needed to record with garageband ) not entirely cinder’s fault - it fell while recording and was damaged - soon after - two back to back injuries (both decades in the making and ignored until i couldnt) forced me to physical therapy rehab with periods of not playing at all - still limited playing time - may never be able to play the 4-6 hours a day i was during my very productive period - i have procrastinated about replacing the interface - recorded a couple of things without it (with tinny sound due to using built in mic on laptop) - because i dont want to re injure i have avoided the fairly deep trance state which i used to inhabit often  - i am much more creative in trance - more able to translate sounds i pull out of my mind -i dont feel pain when in trance state - unfortunately pain is sometimes a required warning - coming up w new stuff has been slow - i am working on a couple of new things - i will eventually buy a new interface - i keep balking about spending more $ tho on what sometimes feels like failure - the combo of injury and copd meds has me on the edge of depression often - mostly i manage to keep it at bay but its a struggle sometimes 

Anyone wanna buy me a webcam??  Theres a really good one with a built in mic I have my eye one thats 60$ 
You wont regret it and you’ll start seeing more content of me here if I get one :)

A Fruitastic Affair
lenana x oringe
A Fruitastic Affair

      ;; god fucking damn it lenana.

memetastic fic by fuckyeahkagamine-twins (halleluka)
hellspawn creatures of yumlicious proportions by askthelen and askmissrin
background music found here
narration by yours truly. damn us all.


The I combined my two hobbies and present my latest build! Workspace

Here are some of the products that make this workspace an Amazing Workspace:

How to record Instagram’s live videos on iOS X

So, as a lot of you know, our dear Co-Captain Floriana Lima has a liking for going live on instagram, and so do we. Only problem is, the lives don’t stay up, and it is not possible to watch them again on instagram once they end. The only way to rewatch them are by actually recording them while they’re streaming. Luckily, there is a way to record your phone’s screen, and we’re going to show you how! 

Don’t forget, she did say she would go live with Chyler soon, so keep an eye open, and a computer nearby ;)

 Here’s how to record your screen: 

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breakiitdown  asked:

@ mun: what made you interested in rping in the dragon age fandom, or got you into dragon age generally speaking?

Boop!  Apologies for what seems like a tangent at first, I promise it’s related!!! 

Also apologies for the shittiest built-in mic in all of existence.

Bluetooth has gotten its share of flack over the years, having been appropriated by snooty business types, inattentive parents, and that one jerk at the airport. But really, it’s a great tool that delivers fantastic sound quality while freeing up your hands to do whatever you want.

This feels like the setup for a dirty joke.

Typically it would be, but we mean this in earnest. Being hands-free means you don’t have to start and stop what you’re doing. It means your life flows unencumbered. It means that instead of you having to act upon the music, the music acts upon you.

Not since peanut butter and jelly or bears in hammocks have two things been more seamlessly integrated than beanies and Bluetooth. This music-playing beanie streams songs directly from your smartphone, allowing you to listen to whatever you want, wherever you want, and all without the inconvenience of wires. Sure, when you answer calls using the built-in mic, people may whisper, “Why’s that wacko talking to his hat?” But like all people who talk to their hats, you’re experiencing a magic that they’ll never understand.

Look, Ma! No Hands: The Cracked Store’s Got Bluetooth Gear

What’s In My Bag: London Edition

Last week I shared my stash of stuff for travel and coverage in Japan. At the end of the post, I tagged another far flung journalist, the London-based producer, Rich Preston, to give us a glimpse of HIS stash. Rich works with correspondents to cover the UK and further afield as necessary, and he’s on loan to NPR from the BBC, where his background is in news and programs for BBC Radio 4 and the BBC World Service. Here’s what’s in his rucksack:

Rich’s notes:

“If traveling reporters can never be sure what they need, then producers can be even more uncertain. As well as considering the editorial content, we’ve often coordinated logistics for entire groups, are thinking about technical quality, arranging live feeds into shows and – depending on where we’re going – safety, stringers and local contacts. Here’s what I carry in my rucksack.  From top row, left-right:

Headphones.  I use Sennheiser HD-25 headphones.  They’re lightweight, rugged, and give great sound quality.  One ear on, one ear off means I can monitor the quality of the sound I’m recording, whilst also keeping an ear for what’s going on around me.    

Mini jack cable.  A 3.5mm jack plug – 3.5mm jack plug stereo cable means I can take audio from a number of external sources in to my portable recorder.  It can be anything from a speech on the TV, to a video off YouTube, to a phone conversation with an interviewee.

Alcohol gel.  As discussed here, this serves 3 valuable purposes in the field.  Cleaning hands, cleaning electrical connections, and starting fires.*

* This is only sometimes useful in the field.  More likely to be useful in an actual field.

Mini gaffer tape.  Vital for quick fixes, or crucial labels, from ‘DO NOT DELETE’ on your memory card, to ‘Reserved for NPR News’ on the chair at a press conference.

Mic cables. Two. A cable can break relatively easily, and although our recorders have built-in mics if you get really stuck, they’re not perfect.

Case.  This is the bag that most of this stuff fits in to.

Batteries. Three packs of rechargeable. I used to use straight AAs, but was horrified at the number I was throwing away each month and how much this was costing both the budget and the environment. I switched to rechargeables and have never looked back.

Spare memory card.  For the portable recorder.  It gets used a lot more than you might imagine.

USB stick.  Someone always needs to transfer audio somehow.  Again, this gets used more often than you’d think.

Business cards.  Despite being in the age of email/Twitter/Facebook, it’s surprising how often I exchange physical pieces of cards with my details on.

USB cable.  Connects the portable recorder to my laptop for pulling audio.  It’s preferable to yanking out the SD card each time, which can damage the internal connections after a while.

Headphone splitter.  Useful when you and your colleague both want to listen to the same audio.

Headphone jack adaptors.  For adapting my cans (headphones) from 3.5mm plug as used on my phone and laptop to a 6.3mm plug as needed on the recorder.  I carry a couple of spares because they’re easily lost, and people frequently need to borrow one.

Periscope cable.  This is an XLR – 4 pole 3.5mm jack plug cable.  In short, it means I can connect a broadcast quality microphone to my phone.  This is great for filing reports or for using things like Periscope.  It gives a much higher quality than using the phone’s internal mics.

Phone charger cable.  (The blue one).  For giving my Mohpie case and my phone that top-up of juice.

Sharpie.  Never be without a Sharpie.

Stills camera.  The camera on an iPhone is great, but where I really want sharp, quality images, I take this stills camera with me.

Beyer MCE58 Microphone.  This gives a more open sound than the shotgun mic (which I’ll come to in a moment).  It’s also equipped here with a Rycote windshield to cut down the noise of wind buffeting the microphone.  This is also the mic I use for Periscope broadcasts.

Recorder.  Marantz 661.  It may be obvious, but without this we wouldn’t capture all the glorious, rich, audio that makes its way to your ears from across the globe. This can record from a single mic, two mics, in stereo, and from an external source.  It’s an easy to use, rugged bit of kit.

Rain cover.  This keeps the recorder protected when recording in rough weather.  I.e. Scotland.

Shotgun mic.  This is an Audio Technica AT835b.  It’s more directional than the Beyer Dynamic mic I mentioned previously and gives a very high quality sound response.  It’s coupled here with a Rycote windshield.”

NEXT UP. As part of this series, I’m having each participant nominate the next person to share what’s in her or his bag. Rich nominates Gregory Warner, International Correspondent in East Africa.  “A hugely interesting part of the world, and one I’ve never had the pleasure to visit…so I’m curious as to what gets him through his day,” Rich says.


hey guys, we just wanted to give an update. we are almost done now with the small album. we should have it out in the next week. :D

we are super excited to finally have out a full album of music that we recorded and produced our self with a decent mic instead of the traditional built in mic on the macbook. We hope someone one out there is as excited as we are to put this music out. Here are some photos of us creating the music and some of the art that will be on the album. 

much love from us to you.