#Bang Ai

[abidahsy]

Bang Ai, Teman yang Baik dan Suka Menolong

Tulisan ini adalah lanjutan dari tulisan berjudul Teman-Teman Baru yang aku tulis bulan lalu.

"Kalau abang yang ini namanya siapa?" kataku mencoba sopan. Semua orang aku ajak berkenalan, tidak terkecuali orang yang satu ini. Wajahnya baru aku lihat sepulang dari minimarket bersama Bing membeli titipan teman-teman.

"Ai" jawabnya singkat.

"Ai?" tanyaku memastikan, namanya unik, tapi aku bukan mengulang karena tidak mendengar dengan jelas, tapi ingin tahu nama lengkapnya.

"Iya Ai,"

"Ai apa?"

"Oh, Ai Aiguo,"

"Ai Aiguo" begitu kataku, mengulang nama lengkapnya mencoba mengingat.

"Itu nama asli?" Seseorang menimpali. Aku setuju dengan pertanyaanya.

"Asli, mau lihat KTP saya?"

Aku tertawa dalam hati. Lumayan juga selera humor orang ini, pikirku.

"Ya enggak, saya kira itu panggilan gaul buatan teman," Seseorang yang bertanya tadi memberikan alasan. Untuk kedua kalinya aku setuju padanya.

Itulah awal mula perkenalan kami sebelum nanjak Sumbing sebulan lalu. Yang tanpa dibidik, tanpa perlu dicari, berlanjut menjadi teman baik hingga hari ini.

Bang Ai (bukan nama sebenarnya, tapi benar nama aslinya memang unik), memiliki look yang mirip dengan teman kantorku tahun 2022 lalu. Bahkan dari gesture dan cara bicaranya, zodiac sign, dan daerah asal/kampung halaman, semuanya mirip dengan dia di tahun 2022. Meskipun warna suaranya tidak mirip seperti milik Scor.

Aku baru menyadarinya saat kami nanjak bersama dan agak dibuat takut karena fakta tersebut. Yang terpikirkan olehku adalah mengapa di tahun ini aku dipertemukan dengan orang-orang (bahkan benda atau kejadian) yang membuatku kembali teringat dengan badai 2022 lalu? Apakah ini adalah sebuah jalan kesembuhan yang harus aku tempuh? Agar bisa berdamai, agar terbiasa.

Entahlah.

Yang jelas, aku berteman dengan Bang Ai karena dia adalah Bang Ai, bukan seseorang di masa lalu.

Kata orang, kalau naik gunung, kamu akan melihat sifat asli dari seseorang. Aku harap itu benar, karena sejauh ini aku klik dengan banyak sifatnya. Mulai dari kebiasaanya melempar jokes, memulai percakapan dengan bertanya banyak hal sekaligus hadir menjadi pendengar yang baik, hingga suka menolong.

"Saya sih orangnya bandel, tapi gak bandel-bandel amat, gak bisa dibilang taat juga. Tapi saya suka berteman dengan orang-orang yang taat," kata Bang Ai mencoba menilai dirinya sendiri.

Sudut pandang yang menarik, terutama saat dia bilang kalau dia suka berteman dengan orang yang taat karena aku pun begitu. Mungkin itulah mengapa kami bisa nyambung karena mencari dan tertarik pada hal yang sama.

Selama perjalanan turun, kami membahas banyak hal-hal random, misalnya soal keuangan, kondisi muda mudi zaman sekarang, hingga bercerita tentang keluarga termasuk sebelas anggota keluargaku. Entah mengapa dia tertarik membahas itu dan entah mengapa dengan mudahnya aku bercerita padanya.

Kukira itu sudah cukup.

Ternyata, sampai di basecamp, dia tetap lanjut menyerap semua cerita-ceritaku, bertanya, dan mendengarkan dengan sabar. Bahkan aku merasa oversharing pada orang yang satu ini. Bagaimana tidak? Kurang dari 48 jam aku mengenalnya, dia sudah tahu tentang badai 2022 yang biasanya aku simpan rapat-rapat. Dan dia selalu bilang, "Aman, Bid. Ceritamu aman sama saya,"

Satu pekan ke belakang, aku malah meminta bantuannya untuk menyelidiki Scor, dan dia menyanggupi. Anehnya, aku bisa mempercayainya dengan teramat mudah.

Dia pun melakukannya dengan serius di tengah kesibukannya bekerja dan ikut pengajian. Aku memang beruntung bertemu dengan Bang Ai Aiguo yang baik hati dan suka menolong, meskipun dia terbebani saat aku melabelinya begitu.

Semoga Allah balas kebaikan Bang Ai dengan kebaikan yang jauh lebih baik. Semoga bisa berteman baik dengan Bang Ai seterusnya.

[siggiedraws]

My entry for the Sonic Big Bang 2024 event (@sthbigbang)! I made a comic based on Cross My Heart by @jack-enbyfold

The other artists I worked with are @chiaraeliz and @noodlesblue, go check them out ^^

[raindrop-made-with-scribbles]

me when uhhh me when when i don have a passport uhhh

yeah so yeah and under the cut extra versions and tw for blood

got a bit lazy with the red but i just wanted to include this since they had that in the orig clip

(multifandom artist so posts may change)

Gordon is me after my friend found out I liked half life and poisoned me with the most unfunny jokes imaginable to the point the jokes become funny again

[mmm-asbestos]

My @sthbigbang collab piece for the fic Orphaned by @waystobuild-blog

Check out the fic here!

Check out more fanart for the fic!

And even more fanart!

[stoneoferech]

Melissa Rauch "Bernadette Rostenkowski"

[blanket-fish]

Generative AI is bad "I agree, there's only a few good use cases" no there are no good use cases, it's regularly wrong and plagiarises anything on the internet "It's not plagiarism, when I ask it to write a paragraph it's my words!" No it is not, and don't you give a single shit about what you're writing?? "Lmao who cares about cover letters and emails?" There are six bajillion online templates for those things. "this is so true, I only use it for school essays" that's preventing yourself from learning anything "Oh so now the school system is perfect huh?" Depriving yourself of the one good thing it does does not improve the system "This!! People need to stop using chatgpt for school! I only use it as a newsfeed :)" there are no good use cases "okay but my lab uses it to analyse medical data, is it bad for AI to save lives OP?" This post is about generative AI, not analytical AI, which is very different "Yeah, analytical AI is great! I use it to sum up books into bullet points so I don't have to read them" that is still generative AI and why would you do that? That post about chatgpt petting your dog for you was a joke "it's harder for some people to read books, ableist" ??? There are cliffnotes versions of most books, which are written by actual people, and will actually convey a book well. "Yeah! Actually read books! Chatgpt is only good for-"

[kairukitsuneo]

Introducing Superbia to a world of Malay food culture! 😋😋

Selamat Hari Raya Aldilfitri & Eid Mubarak to all my Muslim friends🙏💕

[synthvnews]

Meet NEW Yume no Kessho voicebank: AVER!

She's based on Doloris (CV.Sasaki Rico), the guitarist and vocalist of Ave Mujica. Stay tuned for more info!

[osteochondraldefect]

IDENTITY DOGMATISM, THE IMAGE IS ALWAYS IN STYLE

[silvers-starrway]

The two @sthbigbang pieces I did for @vaultbuggo's fic which you should read here! Scenes were based off of chapter 1 and chapter 4, go see if you can figure out which parts hehe.

You should also go check out the pieces done by the other artists @HomaHowi here and @hedgehomo here!

This was such a fun event to be apart of and honestly kind of life changing? I've met so many cool people through it that continue to inspire me. Congrats to everyone who participated in the event and y'all should go check all of the other pieces out too!!

[wolfchans]

BANG CHAN X NYLON JAPAN | EDITED

[tapiocasaturn404]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Chapter Three ࿐ྂ

Word Count: ~1.7k Summary: Lizzie struggles to find the recording studio where she’s supposed to meet Seungmin and I.N. When she finally does, a misunderstanding leads to Seungmin suspecting she’s a stalker, much to I.N’s amusement.

Lizzie's brow furrowed in frustration as she stared at her phone screen, tapping the same spot repeatedly in an attempt to get the map to load.The digital map was a maze of corridors and rooms, each labeled with tiny, indecipherable text. The bright screen illuminated her features, highlighting the small lines of worry around her eyes and the determined set of her jaw. The faint glow cast shadows on her cheeks, making her appear more tired and lost than she already felt.

Somewhere between the third set of identical, sterile hallways and a nondescript door labeled "Maintenance," Lizzie came to the unsettling realization that she might have been wandering in circles for the past ten minutes. The JYPE building was an expansive maze, a modern labyrinth where every corridor mirrored the last—sleek, unblemished white walls that gleamed under the fluorescent lights, glass doors reflecting her confused expression, and an infuriating lack of signage to guide her to the recording studios.

The sound of muffled singing and instruments filtered through the hallway, but she couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

"Great," she muttered under her breath, her eyes flicking to the digital clock on her phone. Time was slipping away, and she was already late. Just as she contemplated sending a desperate text to Chan for assistance, her gaze landed on a door slightly ajar at the end of the dimly lit hallway. A soft, lilting melody floated out like a whisper in the air, and Lizzie's heart leapt with a mix of relief and anticipation.

Finally, she had found it.

With cautious steps, she approached the door, her footsteps barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. She paused just outside, taking a moment to steady herself before peeking inside to see what awaited her beyond the threshold.

Seungmin was perched in a swivel chair by the mixing console, his head tilted slightly, eyes closed as he intently listened to the playback. The soft glow of the control room lights reflected off the sleek surfaces of the equipment, casting gentle shadows. Across the room, I.N lounged on a plush, overstuffed couch, his fingers deftly scrolling through his phone, the screen's light illuminating his features in the dim space. Lizzie stepped inside, feeling a wave of relief wash over her—until Seungmin turned, his eyes meeting hers, and the moment shifted.

His brow furrowed instantly, casting shadows over his eyes as he narrowed them, scrutinizing her from head to toe. “Uh…” Seungmin's voice was edged with suspicion, each word deliberate and cautious. “What are you doing here?” Lizzie blinked, her mind racing as uncertainty crept in, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m… supposed to meet you?” she ventured, her voice a mix of hesitation and hope. Seungmin's frown carved deeper lines into his forehead. “Meet me?” he echoed, his tone laced with disbelief and confusion.

At the sound of his voice, I.N glanced up from his phone, his eyebrows lifting slightly in curiosity, though his features remained calm and composed compared to Seungmin's more animated expression. Lizzie parted her lips to offer an explanation, but Seungmin abruptly rose from his seat, folding his arms tightly across his chest. "Hold on—how did you even manage to get in here?" he demanded, his voice edged with suspicion.

“What?” Lizzie asked, caught off guard.

Seungmin's eyes became thin slits, disbelief etched across his face as he leaned forward slightly. “Are you a stalker or something?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. Lizzie's mouth fell open in shock, her eyebrows shooting up. “A stalker?!” she echoed, her voice rising with a mix of surprise and indignation.

“Well, what else am I supposed to think?” Seungmin shot back. “You’re just standing there, staring at us—”

“I wasn’t staring—”

“You were definitely staring!”

I.N remained seated, his lips curling into a smirk as he let out a soft snort, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the unfolding conversation. Lizzie quickly raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, her voice slightly hurried. "Okay, listen. My name is Elizabeth. I’m not a stalker. Chan sent me here—”

Seungmin arched an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his gaze as he interrupted her. "Chan? What does Chan have to do with this?"

Lizzie faltered, her words catching in her throat as uncertainty flickered across her face. "He… didn’t tell you?"

“Tell me what?”

"I'm the new member," Lizzie announced, her voice steady even as she felt the awkwardness creeping in like a cold draft.

Seungmin blinked, his eyes widening in surprise, as if her words had left him momentarily speechless. Then, after a beat, he let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head as if trying to clear away confusion. "Right. Sure. The new member. Good one," he replied, his tone a mix of sarcasm and amusement.

"I'm serious!" Lizzie exclaimed, her voice rising as frustration crept into her words, her brows furrowed and eyes narrowed.

Seungmin pulled his phone from his pocket, his expression a blend of disbelief and irritation, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Hold on," he said with a sigh. "Let me call him." He began to dial, his fingers moving quickly over the screen.

I.N had been watching the back-and-forth with a bemused grin, like it was the highlight of his week. He finally chimed in, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Hyung, Chan already told us about this," he said, shaking his head slightly as if to remind them of a forgotten conversation.

Seungmin glanced over with a sharp, incredulous look. “No, he didn’t. I would’ve remembered something like that.” His voice carried a mix of disbelief and frustration.

I.N shrugged casually, leaning back with an air of indifference. “He wrote it in the group chat,” he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Seungmin stopped dialing the number on his phone, his fingers hovering above the screen. He pressed his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut in exasperation. “The group chat? Are you kidding me?” His voice rose with incredulity.

I.N couldn’t resist a mischievous smirk. “Not my fault you have the group chat on mute,” he said, a hint of amusement lacing his words.

Seungmin let out a long, frustrated groan, turning slightly away as he muttered something under his breath, which sounded suspiciously like, “I’m surrounded by idiots,” though it was barely audible over the tension in the room.

Lizzie crossed her arms over her chest, arching an eyebrow at Seungmin with a mix of confidence and challenge. “Still think I’m a stalker?” she asked, her voice steady and teasing.

Seungmin, momentarily flustered, didn’t respond directly. Instead, he pulled out his phone, pressing it to his ear with a sigh of frustration.

After two rings, Chan’s voice answered, smooth and slightly amused over the speaker.

“Hyung,” Seungmin began, his tone laced with exasperation as he glanced warily at Lizzie. “There’s a random girl standing in the studio right now claiming she’s the new member. Care to explain?”

Chan's laughter could almost be heard in his calm reply. “That’s Lizzie. She’s not random at all.”

Seungmin blinked rapidly, processing the surprising information. “Wait, so… she’s actually the new member? I thought it was supposed to be a guy?” he asked, confusion coloring his words.

“Yes she is the new member and well, we made some changes in that,” Chan confirmed, the amusement in his voice becoming more evident. “I wrote it in the group chat!”

With a groan of frustration, Seungmin rubbed his temples, feeling the beginning of a headache. “You know I have the group chat on mute,” he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of guilt.

“Not my fault you have it on mute,” Chan retorted, his tone light and teasing.

I.N couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer, the sound bubbling up and filling the room, causing Seungmin to shoot him a glare sharp enough to cut through his amusement.

Lizzie, meanwhile, bit her lip, trying desperately to suppress her laughter, her eyes sparkling with the humor of the situation.

“Fine,” Seungmin muttered grudgingly into the phone, resignation settling in. “But you could’ve warned me.”

“I did,” Chan said, his voice crackling through the phone. “In the group chat.”

Seungmin ended the call with a resigned sigh, turning back to Lizzie with furrowed brows. He studied her intently, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that had suddenly grown more complicated.

“So…” Lizzie said, arching a playful eyebrow. “Do you still think I’m a stalker?”

Seungmin's expression remained skeptical, his lips curving into a small smile. “Let’s just say you’ve been promoted from stalker to ‘mildly suspicious.’ ”

Lizzie rolled her eyes dramatically, but a small, amused smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

I.N, who had been scrutinizing the exchange with keen interest, rose from his seat and approached with a broad, welcoming grin. “Hi, Elizabeth,” he greeted with warmth that melted the tension in the room. “I’m Jeongin, but you can call me I.N. Welcome to the group.”

Lizzie returned his smile and grasped his hand firmly. “Thanks. Nice to meet you.”

I.N shot Seungmin a sharp look, eyes glinting with playful challenge. “See? I’m not rude to the new member.”

Seungmin scoffed, dismissing the comment with a flick of his hand. “I wasn’t rude. I was… cautious.”

“Sure,” I.N retorted, a smirk playing on his lips. “So,” he continued, his grin widening mischievously. “You’re older than me, right?”

Lizzie blinked, momentarily thrown by the abrupt change in conversation. “Uh… yeah?”

“Great,” I.N declared, nodding decisively. “I’ll just call you Maknae Noona. How does that sound?”

“Noted,” Lizzie replied, taking her seat with a determined nod.

Lizzie laughed despite herself, the tension shattering like fragile glass. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, huh?”

“Nope!” I.N said, his voice bright and unyielding.

Lizzie chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Despite the rocky start, she sensed this wasn’t going to be as daunting as she’d feared.

Seungmin finally sighed, gesturing toward the couch with resignation. “Fine. Let’s get started. But for the record, this is still weird.”

As the session kicked off, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins. Sure, there would be challenges ahead, but if this was how things began, it promised to be a thrilling and unpredictable journey.

next chapter ->

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[youwouldntdownloadapizza]

The Pleasures of The Unknown | Kate Middleton x The Unknown (Glasgow Wonka Experience 2024)

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When Kate Middleton mistakenly ends up at a magical chocolate factory in Glasgow, she finds herself drawn to a mysterious cloaked figure with a penchant for dark chocolate.

pairing: Kate Middleton x The Unknown (Glasgow Wonka 2024)

rating: 18+, minors DNI

word count: 1.2k

tags: crack, crack treated seriously, crack fic, smut, mild smut, finger sucking, chocolate, sex and chocolate, light BDSM, choking, thigh riding, rpf, bald harry styles, balddry, infidelity, glasgow, willy wonka experience - freeform, glasgow willy wonka - freeform, Balmoral, british royal family, unhinged innuendo

chapter warnings: smut, infidelity

Kate Middleton stared at her bangs in the Buckingham Palace bathroom mirror.

"I can't go out like this," she complained to William. "The Sun will rip me a new one!"

"Kate, my dear," he kissed her on the cheek, turning to lean against the counter. She continued tugging at her botched fringe until he took her hand. "It's just hair. It'll grow back."

"That's rich, coming from you."

William looked down at his royal bunny slippers with a frown. Even they had more hair than he did. Perhaps he should have them fashioned into a wig. He'd have to ask his frenemy, Harry Styles, for wigmaker recommendations.

"I don't know what to do." Kate looked up at her husband with tears in her eyes. He wiped them away with his royal hanky.

"I do," he smiled. Sliding his hand into his back pocket, he produced the royal AmEx.

"Take a holiday, Kate. Go to Balmoral or Hollyrood for a few weeks. Grow them out. Maybe even get that BBL you've been talking about getting. Scotland is a great place to recover from surgery. What with all the free healthcare and all, innit?" he said Britishly.

"You're so right, William. I'll leave first thing tomorrow."

---

Kate double-checked the address her husband had given her as she stepped out of her royal Uber Black.

"This can't be the right place. Balmoral was never this colorful!"

The cabbie rolled down his window. "Don't worry, ma'am, this is Willy's place! Be quick and get inside, it's looking like rain."

With a soft 'innit', the driver pulled away, and Kate was left on Willy's doorstep.

She assumed 'Willy' was short for her husband 'William', but as she entered the foyer, she began to have her doubts. The place appeared to be some sort of magical chocolate factory.

Although sparsely decorated, the place maintained some air of whimsy. Well, less of an air, more of a spritz, but clamato, clamato.

"Soo la voo," Kate shrugged, walking beneath the sparkly, styrofoam rainbow and towards whatever fate awaited her here.

"Ahh, more guests! Welcome!" A depressed-looking woman in a green wig approached her.

"Here, compliments of Willy," she said, sliding a plastic cup containing a splash of what appeared to be sparkling lemonade into Kate's left hand. Into her right went a single jelly bean.

"What is this?" Kate asked.

"Our welcome gift to you! And only $40, such a deal."

Kate supposed $40 was a fair price for such splendor. After all, if bananas were $10, this was surely worth four times that. She popped the jelly bean and washed it down with the lemonade.

"Carry on down the hallway. Your future awaits."

Kate left her luggage and her empty cup with the so-called Oompa Loompa and proceeded down the bare linoleum hallway. That uncanny-valley candy landscape tapestry really ties the place together, she mused.

A voice greeted her at the end of the hall.

"What. Is. That?" A blonde man in a red top hat and coattails pointed towards an unassuming mirror.

Why, that's me! Kate Middleton! Kate Middleton thought to herself.

Kate nearly leaped out of her skin when the creature emerged from behind the looking glass.

"It's...THE UNKNOWN!!"

That's when Kate fainted.

When she awoke, her head was spinning. "Where am I?" She asked to the blackness that surrounded her.

A deep voice answered her. "You're in the walls. This is my home. My own dark chocolate factory."

"Your what?" Kate asked.

As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in a small bedroom combined with a confectionary workspace, almost a studio apartment of sorts.

"My dark chocolate factory. You see, Willy Wonka seeks only to pump this world full of river-churned, high-fructose, milky delicious bullshit. What I aim to create is something far more sophisticated. Far more complex. And far, far darker."

"Oh? Might I try some?"

"Why of course," the silver-masked, black-hooded creature pulled back its sleeve to reveal long, nimble fingers.

He crossed to his chocolate worktable and dipped his index and middle fingers into a whirring chocolate fountain. The creature stalked towards her, extending the sample.

Kate leaned towards him, but froze. "Before I suck on your fingers, I should probably know your name."

The creature angled his head, as if considering her. "I have no name. I am only...The Unknown."

Kate's heart raced in her chest. That chocolate, those fingers, it all looked simply divine. And if William could be unfaithful, why couldn't she do the same? She deserved it, just this once. As a treat.

She opened her mouth, and The Unknown slid his fingers past her lips. She sucked deeply, the flavor sliding across her tongue and down her throat, the complex flavor and intensity of the delivery method sending shivers down her spine.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"A bit," Kate admitted.

"Well then," she could hear the smirk in his voice even if she couldn't see it on his face. "Perhaps I'll have to warm you up myself."

Kate bit her lip. "Would you...put your willy? In my chocolate factory?"

His fingers closed around her throat. She drew a sharp breath.

She could feel his breath as he whispered in her ear, "Forget willies. Forget chocolate factories. Allow yourself to submit, to embrace the pleasures of The Unknown."

Kate let out a shuddering breath as she gazed up at that shiny mask. She didn't know what lurked behind it. She didn't care.

She kissed him then, the plastic of his mask hard against her soft lips. And then she was sprawled on the bed, his knee between her legs, and she was grinding against him.

"Oh, The Unknown!" She moaned.

"Please, there's no need for formality. Call me The."

So Kate did. She sounded like the gilded first word of a sponge's term paper as she wailed his name over and over again, into the dark stillness of this secret room behind the walls.

"I'm close," Kate moaned.

"Good girl."

He leaned down to kiss at her neck. The rough edges of the cheap mask scratched at her sensitive skin, but she didn't care. She was lost in the pleasures of The Unknown.

It was the hair that brought her to the edge, something her husband could never give her. The chemical scent of his cheap, black wig filled her nostrils as she rode his thigh, dangling there on the precipice.

"Ohh!" Kate screamed as she came, her thighs shaking with pleasure as she clenched around nothing.

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled at her throat, and she swooned. After all these years of marriage, William had never rocked her world like this masked stranger just had. As they lay there together, she slipped into the chocolatey darkness of slumber, utterly content.

---

When Kate returned home, butt bigger and bangs longer, William had wanted to hear about her experience in Scotland.

"What was your favorite part?" He asked.

"I learned a lot about myself on this trip," she told him. "But the most valuable lesson was in learning to embrace the pleasures of the unknown."

"See, a little uncertainty is good sometimes!" He teased, tugging on her much-improved bangs before giving her a soft kiss.

"Mm," he smacked his lips. "Tastes like chocolate."

[stoneoferech]

Melissa Rauch "Bernadette Rostenkowski"

[niko-jpeg]

Surprise! I ended up doing some art for the Sonic Big Bang after all! I did @waystobuild-blog ‘s fic “Orphaned”! My fellow artist was @mmm-asbestos and @wolfswitcheryanimations and I had a ton of fun with it!

Orphaned is a really beautiful and sad story about Sage, 2,000 years in the future, still stuck in the past with the passing of everyone she loves. She and Silver talk about it, and it’s just such a great story. Lyoko really has a way with the flashback sequences, I don’t know how he does it! Thanks for letting me help out, and @sthbigbang for putting on the event!

Here’s the Masterpost too :)

[pappikapon]