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drunk as hell but this Valentine’s Day I want Roman

I want Roman not even asking you to be his Valentine because it’s a bargain deal. He gets you as a life partner, his little fugglesnuggle, his freak, his partner in crime, so yeah, it should be obvious you’re his Valentine. But he sees some tweet about how guys should always ask, that it’s just so important, so — while you’re in the shower, he comes in. As he usually does. But with your favorite flowers (it doesn’t matter that they’re out-of-season). Oh, and outside he also has some huge box of assorted Ferrero Rocher chocolates he remembers you talking about? And those designer shoes, you know, the ones you saw in Saks Fifth? Yeah, you should wear them tonight.

It’s not really that, though, that makes you all feel-good. It’s more that he kisses your back and shoulders when you get ready. More, more of that — more of, “You’re soft. Do you drink virgin’s blood? Seriously? The lotion I get you cannot be that good.”

He takes you to your favorite cafe for brunch. It reminds you of Paris, with outdoor seating and a delicious toasted marshmallow latte, but today you get a matcha with strawberry cold foam. He makes fun of you, “You’re drinking grass. Grass drinker. It’s not even, like, uhh — a what, cleanser? Just straight urban hippie grass juice. With a little fruity fluff.”

Afterwards, you both attend a nice museum exhibit, which you both enjoy for the first thirty minutes until you realize you’re both self-assigned critics and need a day off. So, movies — which, with Roman’s background in the film industry, is debatably worse. But Annie Hall is playing in his private theater until the late afternoon. It’s nice, it’s sweet, you’re both entangled like one great, big knot.

For dinner, he takes you to an Italian restaurant. It’s one that was once way out of budget when you first started working with him, one that you were honestly scared of walking into when he first brought you after work. Now it’s a second home. He calls it ‘your place’, meaning the place you had your first official-unofficial date. He still gets whiny when you say you didn’t know it was actually a date. You were just under the impression that your boss was trying to be nice so you don’t tattle on him for every little perversion.

He acts like it’s nothing, “Whatever, fuck you, it’s Valentine’s Day. Was I supposed to let you sit all alone and vibrate yourself numb?” He doesn’t expect a ‘thank you’, doesn’t really expect anything. This is just what you do, right? Standard procedure. You’re supposed to at least get your…romantic person (he holds himself back from saying ‘wife’), some chocolate and candy and flowers, and a nice dinner.

You walk for a while after dinner; he likes walking sometimes, usually when he’s drunk or high or upset. He’ll tell his driver to follow, just sort of not stay too far away, for when they actually wanna get home. You buy him flowers on the way back; some street vendor has Osiria roses. Beautiful flowers with dark reds and soft whites striping through the petals. He was fucking humiliated, because what, you’re buying him flowers? Like he’s some flamboyant metrosexual? You can only laugh at how ironically accurate that is. Truth is, he really doesn’t mind. He actually fucking loves it. Can’t stop ‘subtly’ smelling them when you ‘aren’t looking’.

He leans all over you on you while walking to the car. He just drapes himself over you, clings to you. Opens the door to the car for you with a snarky, “M’lady, the penthouse princess.” He nuzzles your shoulder and neck the whole ride, like a stray you’ve just picked up. For just a moment, he picks up your hand and kisses the part where your thumb meets your pointer finger, and then acts like it didn’t happen at all.

He clumsily grabs his roses and — most importantly — your hand as you both walk inside. Nudges you, an excuse to rub up against you as you both step into the private elevator. He quickly gives in, leaning on you and then making some exaggerated snoring sound as if he’s fallen asleep on your shoulder. A moment passes.

“You full? Like it?” He sounds uncertain. It shows, now, as it always will eventually, that he especially wanted you to like it. Paid attention, thought it out.

“When don’t I?” It’s half a scoff and half a laugh. You really have no room to say you don’t like one of your favorite restaurants in Manhattan, if not the world. Especially when he gets you the same pasta you had on your first date, the same tiramisu, with a hazelnut latte. He scoffs in return, face scrunching up as if it’s physically painful for him to imagine that you’re just lying, going with the flow.

When you both get into the penthouse, it’s actually not very late. You’re both full, and he groans as he stretches like an old man. He’s getting stocky, because he actually eats with you around. You notice when he doesn’t.

“You…like, like me, right?” He’s changing when he asks the awkward question, one he feels like should be left unsaid, it should be kind of obvious; you live with him, you work with him, you’re his Valentine. Every time something goes wrong or you’re upset, you call him. Of course you like him, duh, but maybe you don’t, or maybe you’re just playing the game, getting inside his head.

“Rome, come on. It’s us,” your words are supposed to portray just how dumb it sounds to ask you, of all people, that question. You’ve seen this guy cry, sob, you’ve felt him sneak into your bed after a nightmare, he’s told you stories of his fucked-up childhood and you’ve seen him get hit so hard he’s lost a tooth. He has admitted to you, in the privacy of the dark, quiet penthouse, while in the same bed with him playing a game of ‘Truths’, that he pissed the bed as a teen. And you’re still here. You’re always there.

“Fuck you, I know. I know you like me. But, do you?”

“Yes! Jesus, honey, yes, I like you,” you say quickly. It doesn’t take long for you to grab and hold his cheeks, feeling the scruff on them, rubbing circles with your thumb. He leans into the touch, kisses your thumb. His eyes practically twinkle.

“Yeah. Yeah, you do,” his first ‘yeah’ sounded almost whispered, like it soothed some part of his soul, whereas the second ‘yeah’ immediately turned back into typical Roman. That faux suaveness never fails to make him look silly, all sweet and stupid.

“Bed now?”

“Bed now,” you agree. And it isn’t inherently sexual. You’re both tired, and he wants your skin on his. He lays the roses beside your flowers, assuming the maid will put them in water for him.

The two of you brush your teeth together in the en-suite. You do your skincare routine together (although his takes longer). And at the end of both, he comes over to where you sit on the edge of the sink and puckers his lips for you to kiss, and you hop off and head over to the bedroom to change.

He nearly never sleeps without a shirt. Whether he’s wearing an undershirt, or one of your tees, he’s almost always in some shirt and his briefs. He takes his shirt off tonight, and doesn’t put one back on in its place. He’s soft, shaven, and just a little pudgy. Little freckles and moles are dispersed sparsely around his pale skin that has very recently been seeing just a bit more sun from a recent vacation to Italy.

“You’re such a fuckin’ perv,” he comments awkwardly at your staring. It sounds confident, funny, but you can tell that he’s sucking in his tummy, flexing his biceps as if he’s some big, strong man.

“I appreciate beautiful things. Don’t you?”

“Oh — smooth, smooooth fucking operator, very nice. I mean, an art exhibit is one thing, but full-frontal is kinda different.”

“Mm,” you come up to him, kissing his back now, kissing his shoulders. “Not with you.” It has two meanings, a double-edged sword: he always finds such weird shit so artistic, and not even in a directly perverse way; he loves the movie Brown Bunny, and genuinely believes that the blowjob was crucial to the plot. On the other hand, he’s also just — different. Even if full-frontal, on average, may not be worthy of the Louvre, it’s Roman. He’s Venus as a boy. He’s something entirely different from the rest.

And he can’t handle that. His face scrunches up again, as if in pain, feels his eyes hot, wet. You’re kissing his back and saying he’s art.

With a quick whine, he’s turned around in your arms and facing you, kissing you the way you’d imagine a woman may kiss her husband after he returns home from The War. It’s silly, it’s almost like he thinks you’ll disappear if he stops, it feels like he’s a kid, like he’s a little kid again with a crush on Sally-May-what’s-her-name aka who-gives-a-fuck. Like he’s never kissed in his life, and he’s wearing noise-cancelling headphones and the only thing playing is how the fabric of your dress moves against his hand as he hold onto it like reigns, and the squeaky noises of lips on lips, and your soft little noise is surprise.

But you don’t push him away. You let him take his fill. And he does, and when he’s done, he licks his spit from your lips with such reverence that it’s hard not to laugh.

“W-fuck, what?”

“No! No, Roro, it’s fine, no, you’re just,” you chuckle breathlessly, partly because you’re trying to hold back a laugh at his actions, tongue slowly tickling and tracing your lips, and partly because you hardly have any breath left after that kiss. “Oh, Romeyrabbit. You’re just silly. Silly, silly boy.”

He’s about to retort, but your hands are in his hair and he allows it. He’s okay with being some fucking stupid ‘Romeyrabbit’ and ‘silly boy’ if you take off this dress. So he crumples, nuzzles into your touch, and tries tugging off your dress.

“Okay, okay,” you respond, paying no mind to his puppy dog eyes the moment you pull away to take off your dress. “You, too!” You demand, and he quickly obeys, unbuckling and unzipping, slacks on the floor in seconds, tugging his socks off along with them.

He watches while still standing. He knows he looks stupid, just standing there and gawking at you, but — Venus of Townley is in his bedroom tugging down her dress and slipping off her shoes.

Taking too-big, clumsy steps, he walks with his bare feet in only his navy blue Calvin Klein briefs to go behind you and take off your bra with clammy hands. He tugs it down your shoulders and lets it fall down your arms. It’s not sexual, it isn’t anything at all; it’s him, it’s you, it’s a quiet, cool bedroom on Valentine’s Day.

Panties are next and then it’s all off. He keeps his briefs on, usually does, though he may take them off at some point through the night. But this is enough. He leans into the crook of your neck from behind, his nose nudging at your ear.

“Mmbed,” he mumbles what seems like a childish demand. “Beddy-bye.”

You hold his hand where it’s wrapped around your tummy, draw it up to your lips, and kiss the back of it. He sways with you in his arms — well, less of swaying, more of yanking you side-to-side with a playful growl. You giggle, let out a ridiculous laugh. You can feel his grin on your skin.

In bed, it’s soft, and the sheets feel as expensive as they are. Your noses touch, and he nudges them together when you start to fall asleep during the ceremonial staring contest ritual that has apparently just begun. But soon, you drift off and he doesn’t nudge you, just lets you. You make little “mmn,” noises in your sleep and his lips quirk up at them. He stares. He watches you sleep, if only for a few minutes. It’s a weird thing to do as is. But he likes it, the two of you entangled and him being able to just love you, watch you, observe you as you are. It is Valentine’s Day, after all. It begs the question of what the whole fucking holiday is about if not just this.

Just this. You and him. How nice is that? How nice can life fucking get?

[h4nj1sunggg]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 - ( h. jisung. )

pairing: han jisung x criminalfem!reader. [ mention of other characters and the rest of the skz members ]

genre: fluff, angst, strangers to ?

words: 3.9k

summary: In a world where a mysterious illness has turned animals into aggressive, uncontrollable creatures, the global elite plans a ruthless solution: the complete eradication of all wildlife with a lethal gas. You think it’s all wrong and want to save them by infiltrating a gathering of politicians to gather all the information - not realising how dangerous is.

triggers: sensitive theme of killing animals, be aware of that. y/n has heterochromia (green-blue eyes), she's strongly an animal lover. hanji is not an idol but he's famous in a sort of way?, y/n feels like 'the one'

ᯓᡣ𐭩　  ( masterlist )  .

author note: if you see any similarities with the tv series Zoo, no you didn't!! /j I took inspiration from it. :3 work unfinished!

The room buzzed with low murmurs as Dr. Elara Fenwick stepped to the podium, her stern expression silencing the chatter. The faint hum of machinery in the sleek conference hall underscored the weight of what was about to be said. She adjusted her glasses and began, her voice measured but heavy with concern.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what we are witnessing is unprecedented in the natural world—a cascade of symptoms and behaviors that defy previous understandings of biology and virology. We are calling it the 'Thanatos Syndrome'.

It began as isolated cases: a pack of wolves in the northern wilderness turning on one another. A pod of dolphins attacking boats unprovoked. At first, it seemed random—outliers in a chaotic system. But the data now paint a far darker picture. This is not regional. This is not species-specific. This is a global phenomenon.”

She clicked a button on her remote, and the projection screen behind her flickered to life. A rotating 3D image of a virus appeared, its spiky surface glowing ominously.

“The pathogen, classified as ZV-129, is a biogenetic anomaly unlike anything we’ve encountered. It does more than infect—it rewrites, mutate the animals. Our analysis shows that the virus is capable of triggering latent ghost genes within the DNA of infected organisms. These genes, long dormant and largely unstudied, appear to be evolutionary relics—programming designed to amplify aggression and survival instincts. But that’s not all,” she continued, clicking to the next slide.

It displayed a strand of DNA with three interwoven segments highlighted. “We’ve also identified triple-helix DNA structures emerging in infected subjects. This alteration strengthens physical resilience, enhances sensory acuity, and increases aggression to indomitable levels. However, it also destabilizes cellular functions, leading to eventual breakdown and death.”

The image changed again, this time showing a glowing pair of eyes—predatory and unblinking.

“And then there is what we’ve dubbed the indomitable pupil phenomenon. Infected animals’ eyes show an unusual luminosity under infrared light, and they exhibit a psychological shift that makes them immune to fear or pain. These creatures are operating at peak physical and psychological efficiency, but only for a limited time before their bodies burn out. Yet, during that window, they are near unstoppable.”

The room was silent, save for the occasional uneasy shuffling. Dr. Fenwick’s voice grew sharper.

“This is not a localized crisis. It is a rewriting of nature’s rules. ZV-129 is turning the animal kingdom into a battlefield—and humanity is on the front lines. A single infected predator can devastate entire ecosystems. Even herbivores have displayed aggressive behavior, attacking humans and other species indiscriminately.”

She paused, her gaze steely as she surveyed the room.

“Some among us propose eradication—a preemptive strike to exterminate entire species before the virus spreads further. Others, myself included, believe there is another way. If we can isolate the ghost gene triggers, dismantle the triple DNA sequence, and understand the mechanisms behind the indomitable pupil phenomenon, we may find a way to reverse the damage.”

Her voice softened, tinged with desperation.

“The clock is ticking. What we decide here, today, will shape the future of life on Earth. Let us not be remembered as the generation that surrendered to fear and sacrificed the natural world. Let us be the generation that fought for coexistence.”

"We gotta kill 'em all." A whisper, a light voice from the very back of the room where the general Marx Oz is standing, next to the president.

The first time that you went out in the woods that is behind your house you were 10 years old, a wolf surprised you in a very unique way - he wasn't afraid of you like the others.

You stood frozen, your breath misting in the cool evening air as the wolf emerged from the shadows of the trees. His fur was a silvery gray, almost shimmering under the faint light filtering through the canopy above. His golden eyes locked onto yours, unblinking, calculating.

Unlike the deer that bolted at the slightest crack of a twig or the foxes that slinked away before you could catch more than a glimpse of their tails, this wolf held his ground. He even stepped closer.

Your pulse quickened, but not with fear—at least, not entirely. There was something about the way he looked at you, as though he were trying to read you, to understand you.

“Hey there,” you murmured, your voice low and soothing. You didn’t move, afraid any sudden motion might break whatever strange connection had formed between you.

The wolf tilted his head, his ears twitching. For a moment, you could swear his gaze flicked from your left eye to your right—as if he’d noticed your mismatched colors. A soft growl rumbled from his chest, not threatening but inquisitive, like a question you couldn’t comprehend.

You crouched down slowly, keeping your movements deliberate. The wolf didn’t flinch, didn’t retreat. Instead, he took another step forward, his paws crunching softly against the leaves.

“You’re different,” you whispered, almost to yourself.

And he was. There was an intelligence in his eyes that didn’t belong to an ordinary animal. It sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t look away. He was mesmerizing, dangerous, and yet… calming in a way you couldn’t explain.

When he was close enough for you to hear his breathing, he stopped. For a moment, you both just stared at each other, two beings connected by an unspoken understanding. Then, just as suddenly as he’d appeared, the wolf turned and darted back into the forest, his form melting into the darkness.

You stayed there for a long moment, your heart racing. Something about that encounter felt profound, like the beginning of something you couldn’t yet name.

That night, you couldn’t sleep. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over in your mind. The way the wolf had looked at you—directly into your eyes, not like prey, not like a threat, but like something else entirely.

The next day, you ventured into the woods again. And the day after that. It became a ritual. You never saw the wolf again, but the woods felt alive in a way they hadn’t before. As if he were still watching, hidden just beyond the trees.

Until one evening, you heard the growl again—low and unmistakable.

This time, it wasn’t just one.

-

From that moment, you realised something you hadn’t before: animals were better than any human being you’d ever known. Their honesty, their instincts, the way they didn’t pretend or manipulate—they lived in harmony with a world that humans seemed determined to destroy.

The wolf’s golden eyes stayed with you long after that first encounter. You thought about how he hadn’t feared you, hadn’t attacked, but had simply seen you. It made you wonder how many animals looked at humans and only saw a threat.

That’s when your focus shifted. School had always been something you just trudged through, never finding a subject you cared enough about to dive into. But now, your purpose was clear. You threw yourself into biology, devouring textbooks and documentaries about wildlife, ecosystems, and, eventually, veterinary science.

You started spending more time with animals than people. At first, it was just volunteering at the local shelter, patching up stray dogs and comforting frightened cats. But even there, among creatures who’d been hurt and abandoned, you found a kind of trust and loyalty you’d rarely experienced with people.

As the years passed, you grew more skilled and more determined. You knew that being a veterinarian wasn’t just about treating injured pets; it was about being an advocate for the voiceless, for those who couldn’t fight for themselves.

Still, the wolf haunted your thoughts. He’d become a symbol for you—a reminder of the natural world’s quiet resilience and its fragility in the face of human arrogance.

You wondered if he’d survived the outbreak of Thanatos Syndrome that the news had started whispering about. The sickness was spreading faster now, infecting wildlife and creeping closer to human settlements. Every time you saw another story about attacks or mass cullings, your heart sank. You couldn’t shake the image of the wolf, or the way he’d looked at you that day.

“You’re different,” you’d said to him. But maybe you were different too.

The moment the idea struck you, it was as if your entire life had been leading up to it. If no one else was going to protect these creatures, then you would. It wasn’t just about being a vet anymore. It was about fighting for the balance of a world teetering on the edge of collapse.

And if that meant stepping into danger to save animals from both the sickness and the people who wanted to destroy them, then so be it.

The first time you read about Thanatos Syndrome, the name alone sent a chill down your spine. Thanatos—the Greek god of death. Fitting, considering what the sickness had already done to the animal kingdom.

It started with a curiosity, a desperate need to understand. The reports you’d seen on the news were sensationalized: “Animals Gone Mad!” “Killer Wildlife Spreads Chaos!” But behind the panic and headlines, you sensed there was more—something deeper and more complex.

Your initial research began in veterinary school, pouring over pathology journals and viral studies in your rare moments of free time. As your peers studied routine cases like canine distemper or equine colic, you delved into obscure virology papers, tracing the threads of how the illness had first emerged.

Thanatos Syndrome wasn’t just a sickness—it was an unraveling, a real mutation.

Through access to online databases and connections you’d built with a few forward-thinking professors, you pieced together the puzzle piece by piece. The virus targeted neurological pathways with surgical precision, amplifying aggression while suppressing fear and pain responses. This wasn’t accidental—it was engineered by nature in a way that suggested a purpose.

Animals realised that they are not a prey to the human being anymore, but they are the predators. From the ants to the lions.

The most haunting discovery was what you and others called the indomitable pupil phenomenon. Infected animals exhibited a strange luminescence in their eyes under specific wavelengths of light. You hypothesized that this wasn’t just a symptom—it was the visual representation of neural overdrive. The infected weren’t just fighting—they were operating on a level beyond survival, driven by a primal, unrelenting force.

You submitted papers and proposals to your professors, some of whom were fascinated by your findings. Others dismissed your theories as alarmist, insisting that Thanatos Syndrome was simply a mutation of existing viruses. But you knew better. The data didn’t lie.

The true horror came when you began to see patterns in your own fieldwork. Animals you treated—strays, rescues, even beloved pets—started exhibiting subtle signs. A stray dog’s sudden aggression toward the people of the shelter, trying to attack them. A bird crashing into its cage repeatedly, seemingly unable to stop itself. The syndrome was creeping into urban environments, unnoticed by most but glaringly obvious to you.

Your frustration grew as the political response to the outbreak became more extreme. Governments proposed mass cullings of wildlife, ignoring the ecological disasters this would inevitably cause. They weren’t interested in understanding the virus—only in eradicating it.

You refused to accept that as the only solution.

You began studying alternative approaches, branching into genetic editing and virology. What if the ghost genes could be suppressed instead of activated? What if the viral pathways could be blocked? Every answer raised more questions, and every question deepened your determination.

Your work consumed you. Days turned into weeks, then months. You pushed your body to its limits, fueled by caffeine and a stubborn refusal to give up. Every discovery was a step closer to a solution, but also a reminder of how far you still had to go.

The world outside grew darker with each passing day. News of attacks, mass extinctions, and government crackdowns filled the airwaves. Yet, amidst the chaos, you clung to hope—a fragile, unyielding belief that there was still a way to save the animals.

And maybe, just maybe, save yourself too.

Despite all your research, all the sleepless nights spent dissecting the intricacies of Thanatos Syndrome, you were beginning to understand a brutal truth: science alone wasn’t enough. You’d submitted findings, proposals, even appeals to anyone who would listen—government officials, environmental agencies, global health organizations.

But the political machine didn’t care about data. They cared about control.

The reports were becoming harder to stomach: mass cullings, entire species wiped out in an effort to “contain” the virus. It wasn’t containment—it was genocide. And no amount of logic or scientific evidence seemed capable of swaying the powerful.

That’s when you met them: Abram, Angel, Marx, and Mitch.

It was Mitch who brought you into the fold. Another vet, he’d crossed paths with you at a conference months earlier. He’d been impressed by your passion and your willingness to push beyond the boundaries of traditional medicine.

“I heard what you said about Thanatos Syndrome,” he’d told you after one particularly heated panel discussion. “I’ve got some people you should meet.”

The group wasn’t what you’d expected. They called themselves the Gaian Vanguard, a small but determined collective of scientists, activists, and disillusioned ex-government workers who believed in fighting for the planet, even if it meant breaking the law.

Abram, the youngest, was a brilliant hacker with a knack for surveillance and information gathering. At just 24, he could slip into secure government servers like a ghost, pulling classified data that no one else could touch.

Angel, 25, was their strategist and the voice of reason. She’d once been a journalist, but after uncovering too much about the political cover-ups surrounding Thanatos Syndrome, she’d been blacklisted. Now, she used her investigative skills to expose the truth and rally support for their cause.

Marx, at 30, was the muscle. A former park ranger, he’d seen firsthand the devastation the virus had caused in the wild. He was rugged, resourceful, and fiercely protective of the team, though his gruff demeanor often clashed with the others’ idealism.

And Mitch, 29, was the team’s resident medic and fellow veterinarian. He’d seen enough suffering to last a lifetime and was determined to do more than patch up the wounded. He wanted to stop the bleeding at its source.

The first meeting was tense. You weren’t sure you belonged with them. Sure, you wanted to save the animals, to stop the senseless slaughter, but rebellion? Breaking laws? That wasn’t you.

“Look,” Abram had said, leaning back in his chair with an easy confidence that belied his age. “You can keep sending reports to the people in power. Maybe one of them will read it before they sign off on the next mass culling. Or you can join us and actually do something.”

“He’s right,” Angel added, her sharp gaze piercing. “They don’t care about evidence, Y/n. They care about control. But we’ve got the truth on our side, and people are starting to listen.”

Marx, arms crossed, had just grunted. “We could use someone with your brain..”

Mitch had sigh deeply, his expression equal parts encouragement and challenge. “I can't examined every single animal that these creeps brings here to find a cure, so I need some backups. We’re not asking you to pick up a weapon. We’re asking you to use what you know—to fight for them in a way that actually matters.”

It wasn’t an easy decision. You’d spent so long believing that science was the answer, that knowledge and understanding could solve anything. But the wolf’s golden eyes flashed in your memory, and you thought about all the creatures who didn’t have the luxury of time.

“I’m in,” you’d said finally, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions churning inside you. “What’s the plan?”

Over the following weeks, you found your place within the team. Mitch became your closest ally, the two of you often working side by side on medical missions to treat infected animals or save those targeted by the government’s extermination squads. Abram taught you how to navigate encrypted systems, while Angel showed you how to craft narratives that could sway public opinion. Even Marx warmed to you eventually, though his approval came in the form of gruff nods and the occasional sarcastic remark.

-

The night of the event was suffocating—too many bodies packed into an opulent ballroom, too many self-satisfied grins from the people responsible for the mass slaughter of innocent creatures. The chandeliers overhead bathed the room in golden light, the clinking of champagne glasses and murmured conversation masking the rot beneath their polished exteriors.

You adjusted the sleek black dress Angel had insisted you wear, a necessary disguise to blend in with the elite. The fabric felt suffocating against your skin, but it was better than the alternative—arriving as you truly were, a threat to everything these people stood for.

Abram’s voice crackled in your earpiece. “We’re in position. You two ready?”

Across the room, Mitch, dressed in a sharp suit that didn’t quite hide the tension in his jaw, gave you a small nod. He was your partner for the night, both of you tasked with gathering intel from the inner circle while Angel and Marx handled… the more direct approach.

You forced a smile as a politician—Senator Clarke, one of the biggest advocates for mass animal extermination—approached, his eyes scanning you with barely concealed curiosity.

“You’re a new face,” he said, voice slick with false charm. “Who do you belong to?”

Your stomach churned, but you played the part. “is doctor, y/n,” you said smoothly, gesturing toward Mitch, who gave a tight-lipped smile. “Veterinarians working with government agencies to ensure ethical handling of the infected.”

The senator chuckled. “Ethical? There’s nothing ethical about this crisis, sweetheart. The only way to control it is to wipe out the threat entirely.”

Your fingers curled into fists, nails digging into your palm to keep your anger in check. Not yet. Stick to the plan.

Mitch placed a hand on your back, a subtle warning to stay calm. “That’s why we’re here, sir,” he said, ever the diplomat. “To discuss alternative solutions before drastic measures become the only option.”

Clarke seemed unimpressed, but before he could respond, the lights flickered. A hush spread through the ballroom.

Then the screams started.

Showtime.

Marx had breached the security room, cutting power to all but the emergency floodlights. Angel was already moving, a masked figure in the chaos, detonating small but effective smoke charges throughout the venue. The air filled with confusion and fear, high heels clacking against marble as guests scrambled for the exits.

You grabbed Clarke by the wrist, twisting it back with enough force to make him stumble. “You know what’s really unethical?” you hissed, dragging him toward the nearest service hallway. “Signing off on the deaths of creatures you don’t even try to understand.”

Mitch took out a guard who rushed toward you, expertly disarming him before knocking him unconscious. Abram’s voice filled your ear again. “Security’s mobilizing, you’ve got five minutes before the backup arrives.”

Clarke struggled, but Marx appeared from the shadows, a towering force of muscle and rage. “Move, or I break something,” he growled.

Angel was already in the security wing, extracting files from a government laptop. “We’ve got evidence of a classified biological project tied to Thanatos Syndrome,” she reported. “Looks like the virus isn’t just spreading naturally… they’ve been experimenting with it.”

Your blood ran cold. “They made it?”

Abram’s voice cut in. “It’s worse. They’ve been testing it on humans.”

You tightened your grip on Clarke, slamming him against the wall. “What the hell are you people doing?”

His lips curled into a smirk, despite the pain. “Trying to control nature before it controls us.”

You didn’t think—your fist connected with his jaw before he could say another word.

“Enough,” Angel’s voice cut through your fury. “We have what we need. Let’s go before we get slaughtered too.”

The team moved quickly, leaving behind a scene of wreckage and fear. The government would call it a terrorist attack. The media would spin the story. But none of that mattered—because you had the truth now.

And you were going to burn their entire operation to the ground.

The van rattled over the broken asphalt as you pressed ice against your bruised knuckles, staring out into the night. The city was alive with sirens, a chorus of emergency vehicles sweeping toward the wreckage your team had left behind. The operation had been messy, violent, and reckless—but it had worked.

“We need to lay low,” Angel muttered, voice tense as she reloaded her pistol before tucking it back into her jacket. “That was too loud.”

“We don’t lay low,” Marx grunted. “We hit harder.”

“Not tonight,” Mitch interjected. “We regroup first.”

That’s why you were heading toward the Stray Kids refuge.

Not many people knew about them. The world thought Stray Kids was just another resistance faction—one of the countless underground groups protesting against government tyranny. But those in the rebellion knew better.

They weren’t just a group. They were an��ideal.

Made up of ex-military members, rogue scientists, hackers, and field operatives, Stray Kids had become the safe house for anyone fighting the political elite. And their leader? Han Jisung.

You knew of him before all of this. Everyone did. Once an idol, he had walked away from fame when the world started burning, disappearing into the underground where he and his members rebuilt themselves into something else. Something dangerous.“They’re expecting us,” Abram said, checking the messages on his modified tablet. “Felix said to use the back entrance.”

The van screeched to a stop in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The building was covered in graffiti, a mess of warnings, art, and messages of defiance. But one symbol stood out—a wolf painted in red, its eyes burning like fire.

Mitch glanced at you. “You good?”

You took a breath. You weren’t sure. The idea of meeting them—the idea that Jisung and his group might actually be able to help—felt unreal.

But you nodded. “Let’s go.”

Angel knocked twice on the rusted metal door before stepping back. Silence followed, then the sound of locks shifting. The door creaked open, and a figure stepped out—a sharp-eyed man with a scar running down his cheek. Bang Chan.

“Come inside,” he said simply, scanning each of you before stepping aside.

The warehouse was a carefully constructed safe house. Weapons were stacked in crates along the walls, computers and surveillance monitors flickering with incoming intelligence reports. People moved through the space like ghosts, their voices hushed but urgent.

Then, amidst the chaos, you saw him.

Jisung.

He was leaning against a desk, dressed in all black, his hair slightly tousled as he scanned through a set of blueprints. When he looked up and locked eyes with you, something unspoken passed between you.

Recognition?

Or just curiosity?

“You made a hell of a mess tonight,” Jisung finally said, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. “I like it.”

Marx crossed his arms. “We got the files. We know the government is testing Thanatos Syndrome on humans.”

Jisung’s expression darkened, any trace of amusement vanishing. “Then you’re officially in deeper shit than before.”

“We need your help,” you said, stepping forward. “The politicians want to wipe out the infected, and now we know why. They’re covering their own tracks.”

Silence stretched between you. Then, Jisung sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before glancing at his members.

“What do you think, guys?” he asked.

Felix grinned. “I say we make some noise.”

Chan smirked. “I say we burn them down.”

Jisung looked back at you, and this time, his gaze was steady, unwavering.“Welcome to Stray Kids.”

-

It didn’t take long for Stray Kids to get to work.

Chan had a wall of intel—reports, surveillance footage, smuggled documents—that mapped out the government’s extermination plans. They weren’t just targeting infected animals. They were wiping out entire populations in "preventative measures."

“Zoos, sanctuaries, national parks,” Minho said, his tone cold and sharp. “They’re hitting them all. Any infected animals are being taken for ‘research,’ and the rest… slaughtered.”

You clenched your fists, stomach twisting with rage. “And the ones they’re taking?”

Jisung tapped on a folder, sliding it across the table toward you. “We found a transport schedule. They're being sent to underground research labs—places off the grid.”

Your eyes scanned the papers. “Lab 07—south of the city.”

“Unmarked, high-security,” Hyunjin added. “No records in public databases, which means they’re doing something nasty in there.”

“This is it,” Angel murmured. “This is what we need to expose them.”

Chan nodded. “We need to infiltrate, get footage, rescue what we can.”

“We’ll need a field team,” Marx said.

“You’ll have one,” Jisung replied. His eyes flickered toward you. “y/n? you in?” You met his gaze, surprised he was asking you directly. “I’m in,” you said, voice steady.

A slow smirk curved his lips. “Good.”

The facility loomed ahead, buried deep in a valley surrounded by electrified fences and armed guards. It looked like a research center on the surface, but the underground chambers were what mattered.

Jisung, Felix, and you moved through the shadows, using the cover of darkness to approach the loading dock. Your heart pounded as you watched through night-vision goggles—two trucks were parked outside, crates filled with something alive inside.

“They’re still here,” you whispered.

Jisung nodded. “Then we move fast.”

With Abram’s remote hacking, the security systems glitched long enough for Hyunjin and Seungmin to take out the nearest guards. Once the path was clear, you and Jisung slipped through the back entrance.

The stench of chemicals and blood hit you immediately. Animal cries echoed through the halls, a mix of fear and pain. Jisung’s jaw tightened. “We have to hurry.”

You navigated through the corridors, your heart sinking at the sight of the glass enclosures. Inside, animals trembled—wolves, big cats, even birds of prey, their bodies bearing signs of experimentation. Some had glowing eyes, others twitched unnaturally.

“This isn’t just Thanatos Syndrome,” you murmured. “They’re mutating them.”

Jisung’s fingers brushed yours as he moved closer, voice low. “We’ll get them out.”

You turned to him, searching his face. “You actually care about this.”

His expression softened slightly. “Of course, I do.” Before you could say more, alarms blared.

“Time’s up,” Felix called over comms.

Jisung grabbed your hand. “Come on.”

The two of you moved fast, working in sync as you unlocked cages. The animals were weak but still able to move, some stumbling toward the exit. Felix set up small charges to cover your escape—controlled detonations to create chaos without harming anything inside.

Gunfire erupted as guards stormed in, but Marx and Chan’s team intercepted them at the entrance. Jisung pulled you behind cover, shielding you from stray bullets before returning fire. “Remind me to never underestimate you,” you said breathlessly.

He grinned. “Smart girl.” With the team working together, you managed to clear a path. The moment the last crate was loaded onto the getaway truck, Jisung turned to you. “Let’s go.” As the explosions shook the lab behind you, the two of you ran, side by side, into the night.

Back at the safe house, the rescued animals were being treated. Mitch and the others worked tirelessly, tending to their wounds, while Chan and Angel sorted through the stolen data.

Jisung found you outside, leaning against the railing of the rooftop, watching the city lights.

“Tough night,” he said, handing you a bottle of water.

You took it with a small smile. “But worth it.” He nodded. Silence stretched between you, comfortable but charged. Then, he spoke again.

“You’re different from the others.”

You turned to him. “How so?”

He shrugged. “You don’t just want to fight. You want to fix things.”

You hesitated, then admitted, “I used to think science could fix everything.”

“And now?”

“Now, I think maybe people like you can.” Jisung’s gaze locked onto yours. For a moment, the war, the rebellion, the chaos—it all faded.

Then he grinned. “Careful, y/n. That almost sounded like a compliment.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t fighting this battle alone anymore.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 5

The Eleventh Doctor is called the Anti-Squid. It means he is the Devil of the Space Squid Religion.

Kovarian taught the assassins she raised to refer to the Doctor as the Demon and the sound the TARDIS makes as the Demon's roar.

The Eighth Doctor has a tattoo of a man turning into a jaguar.

Grace Holloway eventually worked in a MI6 sponsored genetics lab to test the substance the Master had spat at her during the TV Movie in the hopes of creating a Time Lord-human hybrid capable of regeneration. Unfortunately, the Master had at the time been a Deathworm Morphant, and her associate became a Morphant-human hybrid. The Doctor chastised her for this.

Speaking of experiments involving regeneration, the Forge was an intelligence organization that did all sorts of experiments, including Project: Lazarus. This operation was designed to discover how regeneration worked.

Nyssa collapses in Four to Doomsday and exhibited psychic powers in Time-Flight. This is because Kwundaar, a pre-universe being who had originally created the Source, chose her for his manipulations because she was a Traken native who had left the union.

The Fourth Doctor took Liz Shaw on adventures for a little while.

The First Doctor also tried to kill the would-be dictator as a baby. While queuing up to see the baby at the christening, he dropped the knife he had been planning on using to kill them. Annoyed with his clumsiness, he left with Susan.

Runcible was a hall monitor in the Academy who had mutual bad blood with the Doctor and his friends. He would one day be literally stabbed in the back by the Master.

Borusa taught the Doctor when they were young to fear the regenerative process.

Clara Oswald's mother died on the same day as the Auton Invasion in the episode Rose.

Not all TARDISes are capable of flight.

While being affected by the Gommen Machine, K9 thought that he was a stuntman and that Nyssa was his daughter.

After Nyssa and the Fifth Doctor were splintered in time and trapped in a time bubble, they became something akin to psychic vampires, eating the memories of the villagers nearby.

Anzor was a school bully at the Academy who used a torture device called a galvaniser on his classmates. He would most notably torment the Doctor, using this device and making him do his navigational homework because he wasn't smart enough to do so. The Sixth Doctor was still terrified of Anzor, trying to hide from him when they met.

The Sixth Doctor believed that the Third Doctor had an unusual dress sense.

The Third Doctor was able to control his pheromones to communicate with the Builders, which resembled eight inch slugs.

The TARDIS kitchen restocks itself every morning.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

[frenchkisstheabyss]

✶ Bliss ✶

✶ Pairing: model!minho x model!chubby!fem!reader, model!hyunjin x model!chubby!fem!reader

✶ Genre: fluff, angst, smut

✶ Summary: Weeks of being caught between your two lovers, sitting idly by as your heart battles your head, must come to an end. You have to decide once and for all which door to leave open and which to close forever.

✶ Word Count: 2k-ish

✶ Warnings: a lil possessiveness, reader's getting over some insecurities, heartbreak, oral sex (f receiving), some strong language

✶ A/N: This is the last of a three-part series. You can find 🖤 part one here 🖤 It took me a bit to finish this because life was doing its thing but I'm happy with how it turned out so I hope you lovelies enjoy it!

You should’ve never come here. You should’ve stayed as far away from this man as possible. But there’s no use crying over spilled milk. The reality is that you didn’t stay away. Hyunjin called and you came now you’re coming around his fingers, allowing yourself to be claimed once more by the lust filled demons of your past. And, oh, what a glorious one he is...

As he lulls you down from your high with gentle kisses along your neck, you await the intoxicating afterglow you’re accustomed to. Only there is no glow in the "after". It's dark and empty, Hyunjin’s words echoing through your mind on a loop.

“He can’t have you. I won’t let him.”

It was such a rush the first time you realized how badly Hyunjin wanted you. He’d confessed to you front row at a fashion show. To anyone watching there was nothing notable about the quick whisper in your ear or the brushing of his hand across your knee. They couldn't fathom the way such small gestures had turned your world upside down.

You felt so special. Special enough to let him see you in secret with promises that one day you’d go public. Make things official. Be a real couple. Finally have the love story you dreamt of. 

“He can’t have you. I won’t let him.”

The undertone of toxic possessiveness sours the nostalgia sweetening this reunion, bringing you to a realization that has somehow eluded you up to this point. In his eyes, you’ll always be a thing. A precious thing, his absolute favorite thing, but always you belonging to him and never him to you. This is not your fairytale and he is not your prince.

“This can’t happen again” you sigh, pressing your hands to his chest to create distance between you. Hyunjin scoffs, rolling his eyes at the foolishness of such a statement, “Will you say that next time too?” You could go back and forth with him, exchanging verbal jabs until he beats you into submission, but it’d be for nothing. 

“Take care of yourself, Hyunjin.” You smooth out your dress and throw your jacket back on, pushing past him with an indifference no one’s ever shown him before. Give him your love. Give him your hate. He can find a way to work with either one. Your indifference, on the other hand, is alien to him. It’s a savagely forged blade to his gut, slicing him open and leaving him to bleed out in the halls of his own exhibit.

“So you love him more? Is that it?” he calls out, catching you before you disappear forever. You pause, searching for the most honest answer that you can offer. “I love me more,” you say, shocked by your own words, “at least I want to love me more, and I need someone who makes that easy for me.”

“And he does?”

“Yes, actually, very much.” 

Thoughts of Minho wrap around you like a warm, fuzzy blanket making you crave his presence. Wherever he is, doing business in Seoul or on a shoot in LA, you want to be there. “Hyunjin, honey, people are pulling up!” his manager, a sharply dressed older woman in designer glasses, announces strutting through the doors. You peek outside to see how right she is. His adoring public is already arriving, ready to file in and shower him with enough affection to last a lifetime.

Not that any of it will ever be enough. Not when the only one who matters is about to walk out of his life. His manager looks you up and down, trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing here. “I didn’t know we were opening early” she quips, cutting her eyes at you. “I’m leaving, actually.” “Oh, what a shame.” Hyunjin interrupts, nearly knocking into his manager to get to you, “See you around sometime?” “I'm sure you will.”

Waving goodbye to his manager before she sets you on fire with her mind, you throw yourself back out into the cold autumn night. As the door of the gallery shuts behind you, so does the door leading back to what you shared with Hyunjin. You know without question where your heart is. It’s not with him anymore and it never will be again.

“You want me to go hiking?” you ask, smiling politely at the waiter setting your plate down in front of you. “Thank you” Minho nods to the departing waiter before turning his attention back to you, “Yes, you. We can spend the whole weekend hiking and camping. It’ll be nice to get away, don’t you think?” You’ve never seen Minho this excited about anything. He may not show it on the outside but that little twinkle in his eye gives away how passionate he is about the trip and how much it'd mean to him if you came along.

Next week will be the first time in a while that you'll both be free of your hectic schedules and all he wants is to be with you. Of course, you want the same thing, even if you run the risk of being eaten alive by bugs in the process. “I think it’ll be wonderful” you agree, twirling food onto your fork, “Let’s do it. I’ve always wanted to wrestle a bear.” Minho nearly spits his drink out laughing, “Who said you had to wrestle a bear?” You grab a napkin, reaching across the table to wipe the wine from his chin.

“That’s what you do when you go camping right? Forage for food. Wrestle bears. Challenge mountain lions to a foot race. Survival show stuff.” Minho can’t find the words to explain how completely wrong that is, he’s too busy trying to keep it together in front of the other diners. Osteria Francescana is one of those restaurants that's impossible to get a reservation at unless you know someone. They won’t even put you in their book if you don’t meet the standards for their elite clientele.

It’s always made Minho uncomfortable to be in places like this. As gorgeous as it is, with its fancy menu and candlelit dining room, it’s not really his scene but tonight it has to be. He wants to ask you something. Something that has him nervous enough that he couldn’t touch his food if he wanted to. He thought that getting dressed up and taking you out on a romantic date might give him the courage to say it but he's quickly learned that it makes no difference. You scare the hell out of him all the same.

“Have you thought about us?” he asks, forcing himself to get it over with. You sense that something’s off. Not knowing what, you proceed with caution. “Thought about us as in...” Minho clears his throat, fidgeting with his rings. “Being together. Just me and you. I know that Hyunjin—” “Hyunjin isn’t anything to me,” you say, refusing to let him go any further. You knew that this would come up eventually. Minho never pressed you about your history with Hyunjin. He never asked if you still saw him or forced you to open up about your feelings but he was bound to get curious. It's only natural.

Maybe he’s been avoiding it, too afraid of what the truth might be, but there’s nothing to worry about. Not in the slightest. You lock eyes with him, taking his hand, “I love you, Minho. You’re the only one I want. I've known that for a while. I just didn’t wanna rush you.” Correction, talking about the camping trip isn’t the most excited you’ve ever seen him. This is. His ears are turning red and he can’t stop himself from smiling no matter how hard he tries.

“Rush me? No. I love you too. I always wanted—I do want—will you be my girlfriend?” “I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You rub your cheeks to chase away the tingly feeling coming over them. He asked you, he really asked you. Instead of stringing you along with only the hope of something serious, he went for it. It heals your wounded heart, wipes away some deep seated pain, to know that he loves you the way that you love him.

“We should do something to celebrate. What do you think?” “Hmm,” you muse, one of your high heels skimming the inside of his leg. Minho tilts his head to the side, glancing under the table and back up at you with a mischievous look on his face. “I wasn’t talking about that.” you scold, realizing too late what you’ve started, "Get your mind out of the gutter. No!"

Teetering on the edge of the black marble sink, you have to bite down on your lip to keep from making noise. Sneaking away from your table had been easier than you thought. No one seemed to notice you walking off to the bathroom or Minho slipping in behind you a few minutes later. You don’t know what’s gotten into you. You shouldn’t be doing this and that’s precisely why it feels so damn good to do it.

Any worries you have about getting caught disappear when you feel the warmth of Minho’s mouth pressed against your core. He catches himself humming at the taste of you as he licks up one side and down the other. Repeating it until your clit’s stiff and twitching, begging for his attention. He flicks his tongue against your clit just enough to get a reaction out of you. You run your fingers through the soft strands of his chestnut hair, tugging at it to signal that you want more.

Kissing the plush of your inner thighs, he spreads you wider to admire the beauty of you being so drenched and needy when he's barely done anything to you at all. Slowly, he dips the tip of his tongue into you, swirling it in circles just beyond your entrance. “Please” you whine, melodic and low. Minho grins at how adorable you are. “So cute.” You grab onto the sides of the sink, fighting for control of your trembling body. “Shit, why do you taste so good? Hmm?” he pants, diving back in for more.

A moan escapes your lips, the pleasure too intense to contain. You shove your fingers into your mouth, a desperate attempt at blocking the next one but it only works for a short time. Before you know it you’re drooling around your fingers, moaning between rapid, shallow breaths. Knowing that he needs to work quickly to avoid suspicion, he devours you with the hunger he should've had for his dinner. But you're so much tastier than anything this restaurant could offer him.

The wilder he laps at you, the wetter you are, and the more of you he needs. Nothing has to be said for him to know when you're close to your peak. Your body gives you away every time. Minho takes your hands, his fingers intertwined with yours, steadying you as the tension snaps, leaving you clenching around his tongue. A sensation of pure bliss radiates through your body as he holds his pace, stopping only when you're too overstimulated to take anymore.

Standing up, he brings you into his arms and rests his head on your shoulder. He holds you lovingly, not expecting a thing. To him, you’re the most precious woman, his absolute favorite, and at last, you belong to each other. It means everything to bask in this moment—in any moment—with you. You close your eyes, kissing him on the forehead, bathing in the ethereal glow of the “after”.

This is your fairytale and he is your prince.

[shinnyshining]

Things I brought today (mostly at the SE exhibition) and some opinions about the whole experience

I couldn’t get everything I wanted I over estimated how much cash I’ll need to have with me so I’ll probably will go again tomorrow

Which is the last day so I need to go early…

I also couldn’t get that one frame magnet I wanted…volume 5 my dads….no… I’ll….I have no choice but to get the whole set just to get them guaranteed cuz I cant go back to the shopping area onceI exit the shop 😭

And its all sold out in the second hand listings on mercari jp ,…hope the whole box is somewhat affordable

Anyway…if I get doubles, yall know how to dm me ;3

Also I got the kid ,liz and patty shikishi as you can see and I only hope to get soul and maka tomorrow cuz its so expensive on mercari I wont be paying 3000 yen just for a shikishi no waaay

WAIT

I FORGOT

I got the only cute exhibition keychain because ohkubo gave them very questionable angled illustrations which didnt translate well in merchs in my opinion ESPECIALLY on the acrylic stands they look nightmare fuels, but crona is fine (I sense some favoritism ngl) patty was cute too actually but I was on a budget

Anddd I got the badges from blind bags so its all gacha I like crona though Im happy and I will give the tsubaki one to a friend.

There were two entry tickets one was 2500 yen as standart

And the other was 3000 yen with limited goods which was this wristband , I think for 500 yen more it was worth it I might get another one tomorrow with entrance its high quality and soft

Lastly if you brought anything over 5000yen total you get this bag, but you wont get a double for every 5000 you buy, quickly learned since I spended around 11k with some goods I picked for my friend, so if anyone is interested in going to the Osaka venue, just so you know if you go with a friend you may wanna pay separately if you want a bag for every each one of you

Also tip from me: dont be stupid like me and bring more money with you if theres something you want that is not guaranteed and is in a blind bag…cuz the chances of you getting lucky is not reliable and if you are as desperate as me you’ll pay for another entrance😭😭😭

Especially cuz you cant go back there if it turns out you didn’t get what you wanted, you’ll need another ticket so…buying the box seems more worth it (only if you need and want something absolutely that you’ll go that far) (actually its not a super big deal for badges and limited shikishi boards and cards since there aren’t many designs. But the mangets…they have 16 designs so it is pricey)

Now as for the exhibition hall itself, most things were okay to photograph and its consisted of mostly manga panels and official arts,there were cool cut outs and giant volume covers on the walls. seeing the panels upclose was interesting especially cuz I do comics as well and aspire to do it professionally in the future

But I guess the coolest experience is that they fully voice acted a certain chapter from the manga (didn’t finish it yet so I don’t know which) but it was so cool cuz it was all newly voiced (manga only duh) and the visuals were in a dynamic video edited pretty well, there were some live 2d just a little but it was there, it was not allowed to film that there which gives me hope that they will upload it to socials after the exhibition fully ends nationwide. But you never know

(italso gave me hope for a possible remake but I don’t wanna get my hopes up)

Anyway I might make a google drive with everything I took pictures of later , Im kinda tired today

but I wanna say to those who have high expectations for this exhibition

don’t expect something revolutionary.unfortunately it was mostly manga pages displayed (the giant official art were cool though cuz you could see more details of them) and as for props, aside from some decorations hanging from the walls and cielings here and there there was a shinigami sama cut out and the mirror, but thats about it) so definitely a little underwhelming for a 20th anniversary exhibition , at least from my expectations

I enjoyed it because I like Soul Eater and Im pretty hyperfixated on it right now, but that doesn’t keep me away from criticizing it and I do just that CUZ I LIKE SOUL EATER

there were so many things they could do and honestly for 20th anniversary it was pretty small and the exclusive merchandise was just… meh??? especially the illustrations made specifically for the Exhibition itself (which wasn’t even that much just the main 3 duo/trio’s) Honestly I have to say Im quite disappointed with Ohkubo it seemed like he didn’t give his all designing the illustrations. they didn’t even performed well as various types of goods and ,sure, he made a design and its not that bad , but he could at least draw them again with no weird angling that only looks okay in a promotional poster, aside from that, you know the magnets are made from previously made official arts and manga covers, there were some cool stuff like kid’s skateboard and Soul’s jacket but those are made to order and you can’t even get them there at the time,

NOT TO MENTION THIS SUPER COOL ART WAS NI WHERE TO BE FOUND AT THE GOODS SHOP IT IS A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO ME!!

A mini acrylic stand of this could be sooo cool 😭😭😖

The nuis are cool it was well overdue I hope they will make more characters in the future they should capitalize on them a bit more

Tote bags , hoodies and such were something to be expected from exhibitions like this Im not really impressed but they were nice as designs

But my opinion is set, they could’ve done so much more for this exhibition and it was a little underwhelming so only consider attending if you like to see official arts and manga panels up close, and if you like to interact with very limited props and watching the exclusive manga voice acting (to me that alone is worth to visit ngl) and of course the goods, only if you’re interested in

I do some theories why this exhibition was the way it is I mainly think, the budget was set and it was not much to do more than what we got especially considering the made to order goods, but it gives me hope, even after 20 years I think Soul Eater as a series is still profitable and I hope this exhibition does well enough for the higher ups to consider making more things in the future

Thats all from Shining today :3

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #2

Episode begin! Title card gives us Hazel with wings, so I'm liking where this is going. Gives me "Mile In My Shoes" vibes, and this 100% sounds like a first wish a kid would make.

Cosmo and Wanda are on their 4th godkid in a row with damaged teeth (though in Crocker's defense, his changed later). I was going to say "bold move for giving Hazel the same teeth design as Chloe," but I'm pretty sure Chloe just has a chip, not an entire missing one.

omfg HARTMANVERSE HAS A BROWN-EYED CHARACTER!!!! We get them on occasion (I think some of the classmates in "Bunsen Is a Beast" had them, I think Willy Moore and maybe the tall girl?), but they are SO RARE and now we have a MAIN CHARACTER!

Usually, purple or pink is subbed in instead, even for humans (Exhibit Flappy Bob). Oh, this is exciting. This makes my heart happy.

!!! The title card !!! has Cosmo and Wanda with their OG designs! Even though they have new outfits now! That is super clever, and they're starting us off by giving us Hazel in FOP style too, for the card. That's fun.

Let's begin!

Oh, heckin' yes, we're gettin' a townhouse! Or... whatever this building is. I am already excited about writing 'fics about that roof.

Waxing crescent moon! I am already back on my moon obsession. But oh no, they put stars in it.

Oh, that is a bold move giving Hazel a toy named Rhonda when Wanda's about to enter the scene.

WAIT I KNOW HIM!!!

... Okay, it's not the same cat, but I was very close (and yes, I have this in my files; I have a Francis-centric work that's been in my drafts a few years, though I'm not sure I'll get to it at this point).

I am FASCINATED with the possibility that the photos depict characters in 2D while their bodies are 3D. Jimmy Neutron is gonna lose his FLIPPIN' MIND.

Who is Hazel's VA, do I know her...? /Looked her up- I've seen a few of the relevant media, but I wouldn't have nailed her down in this first sentence.

She's a sibling! Oh, finally... Only rarely do we get siblings in the Hartmanverse. I was so robbed by Mikey's clones in "Mikeyplication." When we saw the sneak peek of geeky Mikey, I thought there was a chance.

Plot twist, Antony pulls a Katty Katswell and shows up for a face-off.

I'm liking the direction this is going for Hazel having a lot of big life changes: Just moved to a new place AND just said bye to her big brother who's gone off to college.

Hazel talks to herself exactly the style I do, I love her.

SLKDFJSDKLFJS she does Chloe's classic squint, I love that for her.

Her first hypothetical wish (before fairies show up) is unlimited wishes. Oh, Jorgen's gonna love you.

Her dad calls her Hazelnut :)

crying, this poor girl wants to see her brother so bad that she thinks he's "visiting early" even though there's no possible way that's true.

Note to self, Hazel's room is last in the hall, to the right, with... wow, that's a lot of doors around her.

Oh thank GOODNESS we got lightswitches. Hey why are the doorknobs so low. Is that how they build them in this universe of chronically tiny children?

OH! Mom's outfit is reminiscent of Timmy's mom's! I like that. Wow, this family loves colorful shoes. Yeah, you goofballs must be new here. We don't do that in FOP.

T'was an apartment! Not a townhouse.

First Cosmo and Wanda sighting!! I paused instantly, but Wanda's definitely gonna point out that Cosmo has his crown still up. Hers has gone down for human disguise.

And OH YEAH, BABY! We get a back view of their hair? This is the show that keeps on giving.

Time for a Post #3!

[myth-blossom]

for songs & silencers: aly & aj's slow dancing perhaps?

(youtube link: here)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELLE!!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! 🥳🥳🥳

Here is a lil something based on your awesome Aly & Aj song request 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

Providence loved parties and the luxuries that accompanied them. It took little to convince the Heralds to host an exclusive gala for their organization, the likes of which would rival the Met’s in both exclusivity and splendor. They would celebrate their power in one of the finest art museums in the world while welcoming new members into the fold, an annual tradition made possible at the behest of the Constant. It was normally held in a far more secluded location, but the Heralds were pleased with the change from remote castles and the chaos that was cliff parking, and Diana set them free to make the new arrangements.

The event was indeed lavish and extravagant with many of the world’s most powerful businesspeople and power brokers in attendance. They mingled and conspired as Diana expected them to, indulging in the finest spirits and spilling their secrets for her to use against them later. She plastered a smile on her face for the Heralds as she masqueraded through the pageantry, engaging the practice she had perfected after many long and difficult months behind enemy lines. Her personal security team began to shrink as she spoke with various ambassadors and CEOs, but she mentioned that observation to no one.

She allowed herself a break from the gala to explore the museum proper, setting her sights beyond the party toward a new exhibition on mythology and space. Her heels clicked lightly along the tiled floor as her bodyguards followed not far behind. One by one their thudded steps disappeared as she reached her destination, leaving her with only the pleasant music of the band echoing from the main hall. 

The exhibition was spread across a fairly large room and two adjoining halls, each room offering a variety of paintings, pottery, sculptures, and tablets based on various mythological representations related to space. The central room was lit softly with a changing glass installation overhead, its design alternating displays of constellations, nebulae, and supernovas from the heavens. Diana enjoyed a moment watching the majesty above when a voice appeared behind her, her heart leaping in recognition.

“You shouldn’t wander off.”

“I wasn’t alone,” she reminded 47. “You didn’t kill them?”

“No,” he confirmed. “But they were sloppy.”

“That’s a shame. They’re the best Providence has to offer.” Diana smiled warmly as she turned to face him. “Though against you, they never stood a chance.”

He flashed a smirk before easing into a soft look, a look he reserved only for her. “You planned for this,” he murmured.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to see you,” she admitted softly. “To remember what I’m fighting for.”

47 nodded in understanding. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has.” A brief silence stretched between them. “I didn’t know if you would come.”

Diana’s voice was steady, but she felt the betrayal of tears threaten to spill over. He closed the distance and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the vulnerable evidence as she nestled into his familiar touch.

“I wanted to see you, too.”

He placed a soft kiss on her lips, a kiss that deepened and lingered from months of distance and longing. They rested their foreheads together and savored the tenderness of their reunion.

“How long do we have?” he asked, knowing her absence would soon be noticed.

“A few more minutes, perhaps.”

“Good,” he replied, taking her hand in his.

They embraced under the stars, letting the sweet echo of the band serenade their slow dance. The song would be over soon and he would make his escape and she would return to her mission. But for a moment they were together, and for a moment, they found heaven in each other's arms.

[techav]

Stepping Backwards a Bit (or 24)

I was looking for a simpler project. My recent 68030 work has been challenging and really pushing the limits of what I can do. I wanted something I could work on, but perhaps where someone else has already worked out the hardest parts.

I find laying out PCBs to be rather relaxing. It's one of those repetitive, almost meditative tasks, like needlepoint or whittling. The kind of hobby where I can turn on some music or a comfortable old TV show, zone out for a few hours, and wake up to this new thing that I created.

Debugging however is very mentally taxing, and the design work required to have a functional schematic to create a PCB for is an active whole-mind prices. So what I really needed was an existing project I could design a board for.

Enter [Grant Searle]. If you're not familiar with [Grant Searle], he has excellent designs for breadboard computers with a very minimal parts count. I studied his minimal Z80 design when I was first starting to build my own computers and learned a lot from it. I highly recommend his work for anyone who is interested in learning how to build their own computer but doesn't know where to start.

I was recently given a Rockwell 6502 CPU pulled from a dead LED marquee. I've never actually worked with 6502, so this seemed like a good time to try building Grant's 8-chip (or 7-chip) 6502 computer.

A few hours later, I had a PCB design completed, gerbers generated, and an order placed. Less than $5 for 5 boards, including shipping. A couple weeks later they arrived in the mail.

I did end up making a few modifications to [Grant]'s design. Instead of a clock circuit made from a discrete crystal and a couple inverter gates, I used a TTL oscillator because I've always found them to be more reliable. I also added support for an FTDI USB Serial adapter chip so that the board can be used with a modern computer as a terminal. And finally, since a PCB is much harder to add new components to relative to a solderless breadboard, I added an expansion header. All of it wrapped up in a compact PCB with lots of helpful silkscreen marking.

I realized after I had ordered the PCBs that the 16kB ROM chips [Grant] used are no longer manufactured or readily available. I have plenty of 8kB EEPROM chips on hand however. Thankfully the OSI BASIC interpreter [Grant] ported to this design fits within 8kB, so I was able to make a few adjustments and re-assemble it to work with the ROM chips I have on hand.

After a small glitch with my EEPROM programmer, it works!

It's quite a change going from my 33MHz+ 68030 to this tiny 6502 running at just under 2MHz. The BASIC text-based Mandelbrot renderer that completes in seconds on my 68030 takes four and a half minutes on the 6502. Not bad at all, considering my bus-impaired 68000 build takes 9 minutes to do the same.

This was a fun little project. It was a nice little break from some of the more difficult projects I've been working on. I have shared the project on GitHub for anyone who might want to take a look.

I hope to have this project with me this weekend, June 14-16, 2024 at Vintage Computer Festival Southwest. I'll be at table 207 in the Tandy Assemble hall, just across the street from the main exhibit hall.

[exhibition-hall-design]

专业的展厅设计公司可以让展厅在陈列的同时 添加各种吸引眼球的元素 例如加入能体现科技感的元素， 在材质和色彩上进行搭配

[amorest-viesse]

[A Touch of Magic for the Model] - Chloe SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Faust and Akira

For Future Reference - Chapter 1

[Dressing Room]

Akira: (It was a tough journey to get here, but I’m glad everything turned out fine for Chloe in the end…)

As I made my way to the dressing room, I reflected on our experience with “The Amoire’s Diadem,” the premier fashion contest in the West. It was the stage all designers strived for...

Faust & Chloe: …

Faust and Chloe were already inside when I got there, sitting in front of a mountain of papers with worried looks on their faces.

Akira: Faust, Chloe, is something the matter?

Chloe: Master Sage! Apparently winning first prize comes with a ton of paperwork to complete.

Chloe: We’ve got a whole pile to knock out.

Much like the fashion competition itself, the documents Chloe showed me were decorated with stylish patterns and accents.

Faust: From what I can tell, these papers address things like legal rights and storage instructions for your design.

Akira: Winners still have it rough after the competition huh…

Chloe: Right? But we’re at the final stretch, so we gotta pull through!

Chloe grabbed a document from off the pile.

Chloe: (W- What does any of this mean? There’s so many complicated terms that I can’t make heads or tails of it…!)

Akira: …Are you alright, Chloe…?

Chloe: T- Totally! Umm, I think this one is saying my outfit is gonna be displayed at some grand hall in the West!

Chloe: If that’s fine with me then I just need to sign here…

Faust: …Hold on a second. There’s some more information here.

Faust: The exhibition will only be open from evening hours until morning in accordance with the theme of the competition… Will this cause any issues?

Chloe: Wow, I can’t believe I almost missed that! Since the text was in cursive along the border, I totally thought it was part of the design!

Akira: It really does blend right into its surroundings… Good catch, Faust.

Faust: It's nothing special. I have to deal with this regularly in the East, so I’m used to it.

Faust: …Would you like some help with the rest of those papers?

Chloe: Huh?

Faust: Judging by your reaction, I assume you’re new to this.

Faust: While it’s good to want to tackle things on your own, it doesn’t hurt to ask for some help either.

Chloe: Faust… Thanks so much for the offer.

Chloe: If you’re willing to help out then… Could I ask you to teach me how to do paperwork too?

Akira: What do you mean?

Chloe: It won’t do me any good in the long run if Faust just does the work for me.

Chloe: I want to learn how to do it myself in case I ever win another competition like this again in the future…

Chloe: Ahaha, I’ve only won this one though, so I’ll stop here before I jinx myself…

Chloe: Anyways, I’m sorry for the hassle! If you don’t want to do it, you definitely don’t have to!

Faust: …It’s not a problem whatsoever.

Faust: If that’s what you want, then I’ll teach you what I know.

For Future Reference - Chapter 2

Faust: First off, I’ll explain how to break down and read a document.

Chloe & Akira: We’re all ears, Master Faust!

Faust: …It’s funny hearing that from the two of you.

As Faust was lecturing, Chloe took down notes with rapt attention. Beside him, I listened in for any useful information.

Faust: …And those should be the basics. Next we’ll try applying them for real.

Faust: The easiest way to learn is by practicing over and over again while familiarizing yourself with the formula. If there’s anything you’re unsure about, please ask.

Chloe: Understood! Now where should I start…

Chloe: “From the Armoire to You: A Ray of Light For the Residents of Fashion Nation Consent Form”?

Akira & Faust: (That’s one heck of a title…)

Chloe: First off, I need to replace difficult words with simpler phrases…

Despite the unfamiliar terminology and Western flair of the documents, Chloe continued to write away.

Sitting beside him, Faust would check over Chloe’s work and give advice while I sorted the papers as they were completed.

Chloe: Sign my name here and… Done! Could you hand me the next one, Master Sage?

Akira: Of course! And with this one, we’re halfway done.

Chloe: Already!? I’m taking so long to read these that I was sure we had more to go.

Akira: Aw, don’t say that! You’re getting faster and faster with every document. It’s genuinely impressive.

Chloe: …Now that you mention it, I’m recognizing more of those stock phrases, so it’s getting easier to read things.

Chloe: This must be what Faust meant by “formula” earlier.

Faust: That’s exactly it.

Faust: However, don’t rush things either. You’ve overlooked a few things here... and here, so take your time and be careful.

Chloe: Really!? I totally wasn’t paying attention there… Thanks for catching that!

Akira: It’s natural for your mind to wander once you’ve been doing the same task long enough.

Akira: At times like these, it’s good to get a little change of pace. For example, you could raise your arms and stretch as high as you can.

Chloe: Ahaha, I do that while working on an outfit too! Taking a break can do wonders.

Chloe & Akira: Stre—tch!

Faust: …The two of you remind me of cats.

And so, we made our way through the pile.

Akira: The next one is the final document!

Faust: This one ought to wrap things up nicely.

Akira: What does it say?

Faust: It concerns the first place prize money. Messing up here could mean not getting paid.

Faust: There are several things to fill out, and it’s the most complex form yet. However, if you apply everything I taught you today, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.

Chloe: Wow, this one’s a wringer…

Chloe: Still, I can’t let everyone’s efforts go to waste! I’ll make sure to get that prize money!

Filled with more motivation than ever, Chloe began to read through the final document with a determined look on his face.

For Future Reference - Chapter 3

As Faust watched over him from behind, Chloe scanned through the document with his class notes in hand.

Chloe: Umm, first, I need to read over the whole thing and make sure I have everything I need to fill it out.

Akira: Is there anything?

Chloe: Um, let me see… Ah! Yes!

Casting his spell, Chloe conjured his sketchbook and flipped to a page filled with neat, round handwriting.

Akira: What’s this?

Chloe: A record of how much I spent to make the outfit.

Chloe: Thankfully, Heath said he’d write that down for me.

Akira: Oh! Nice going, Heath!

Chloe: Next… I need to check if there are any terms or conditions that would disadvantage me.

Akira: Make sure to look for any hidden ones like on that first document.

Chloe: Absolutely… Hmm… This looks fine… This too…

Chloe: Alright! Everything looks good to me!

As Chloe went along, he carefully filled in all the required information. Finally, all that was left to do was sign.

Chloe: We finished!!

Chloe: Wait no, I can’t forget! We gotta check one last time for any errors or oversights!

As Chloe looked over the paperwork, I made my way to him and Faust.

Chloe: Master Faust! Please check over it one more time too!

Faust: Good work, Chloe. I’ll take it from here.

Faust: …

Chloe & Akira: …

Chloe: Ohh, I can’t look! What if I did something wrong…

Akira: …I’m sure it’ll be fine Chloe. You got this.

Chloe: Master Sage…

Akira: After seeing how hard you’ve been working today, there’s no way you could fail now…

Chloe: …Ehehe, thank you. Hearing that makes me feel more confident too.

Faust: …Chloe.

Chloe: Y- yes sir!

Handing back the paperwork, Faust looked up at Chloe and smiled.

Faust: Everything looks perfect. Well done.

Chloe: R- Really!?

Akira: Congratulations, Chloe!

Chloe: Thank goodness… I really appreciate both of you for helping me out today!

Chloe: Thank you for taking a break with me Master Sage, and thank you Faust for teaching me how to navigate all this paperwork…

Chloe: Because of you guys, I had a lot of fun learning something new!

Faust: I’m glad it worked out in the end.

Faust: I’m sure you’ll do great the next time you win a competition.

Chloe: …! Thank you!

Chloe: Alright! I’ll make sure to work even harder from now on to make sure I don’t let these skills go to waste!

Looking at Chloe’s bright smile, I could only imagine where he would go from here.

The thought of it filled me with excitement as he took yet another step towards the future.

Start Where You Can - Card Episode

Akira: You did a great job with all that paperwork, Chloe.

Chloe: Thank you! It was super overwhelming at first since I’d never done anything like it before, but I’m glad everything turned out fine in the end.

Chloe: Eastern Country paperwork must be a completely different beast to tackle though. Have you ever dealt with it?

Akira: I received some from Sir Cock Robin before. They were completely crammed with print from top to bottom.

Chloe: Right!? I was helping Faust carry some Eastern paperwork earlier too, and he showed me a couple pages…

Chloe: Every single one I flipped to looked exactly like that. It was insane.

Akira: If anyone could handle that, it’d be Faust.

Chloe: Right, right? If it were me, I’d probably be knocked out before I knew it!

Akira: Ahaha… It was the same back home.

Akira: Whenever I read something I didn’t understand, I’d just end up spacing out.

Chloe: I totally get that. That’s why I think people who can do that kind of work are incredible.

Chloe: Since Faust took the time to teach me, I’ll definitely do my best to get there… Although, maybe I’ll start with Western style paperwork first!

Home Screen Voice Line

“There are times when Heath comes off as cool and capable, and other times when he’s more reserved, like a cute, younger brother. Either way, isn’t he just the best? Even though Heath tends to hold back, he can be quick to make decisions and show how he really feels when it comes down to it. Wait, is this what you call ‘gap moe’?”

[liminalmemories21]

hi!!! i’m absolutely in love with your knave-verse series, and i fall more in love every time i reread it. i just recently moved to boston (hence the anon ask), and some of the first things i did were visit both the gardner museum and the mfa and they’re incredible!! the mfa is beautiful and i love the variety of their artworks (and their rotating exhibits! i went just in time to catch the end of the japanese graphic design exhibit and i loved it!), but the gardner is a masterpiece. i love how much it feels like the personal collection it is and i love the almost-clutter of some of the rooms and i love the atmosphere of the whole place. i also got to see their summer rotating exhibit, which was on christopher street: transgender portraits, and i cried in the exhibit hall.

ANYWAY. what i actually wanted to talk about is. not any of that.

i just started reading michael finkel’s the art thief, about stéphane breitwieser, and i’m so curious as to what knave-verse tk thinks of him. there’s a couple passages in particular that have caught my eye as things i think tk would have an opinion on, and i’m only on chapter 3:

A violent, late-night heist is an insult to Breitwieser’s notion that stealing artwork should be a daytime affair of refined stealth in which no one so much as senses fear.

Breitwieser’s sole motivation for stealing, he insists, is to surround himself with beauty, to gorge on it. Very few art thieves have ever cited aesthetics as an incentive, but Breitwieser has emphasized this repeatedly…He takes only works that stir him emotionally, and seldom the most valuable piece in a place. He feels no remorse when he steals because museums, in his deviant view, are really just prisons for art. They’re often crowded and noisy, with limited visiting hours and uncomfortable seats, offering no calm place to reflect or recline.

Instead of an art thief, Breitwieser prefers to be thought of as an art collector with an unorthodox acquisition style. Or, if you will, he’d like to be called an art liberator.

the second quote in particular, especially the comment about museums being prisons, feels like something tk would have thoughts about, considering both his own unique code of thievery ethics and the fact that he now works in a museum himself, but all three of those quotes got my attention when i read them. finkel does mention that breitwieser “despised” the gardner theft because the thieves, in a way, destroyed the paintings by cutting them out of their frames instead of removing them neatly, which i do think tk would agree with him on, but we already know how tk feels about the gardner theft so that’s not surprising.

i’ve always loved museums, but i didn’t have any real appreciation for art for a long time. i started building that appreciation before i read your knave-verse, but the way that tk talks about art makes me look at things in a completely different way. you’ve also introduced me to so many artists i didn’t know anything about before! i’m still partial to sargent, but i’ve definitely expanded my horizons a lot in the last year or two and it’s incredible!! thank you so much for writing this series!! so seriously it has changed me and the way i look at art and the world and i keep coming back to it over and over again because i love it so much

oh, holy shit, this is amazing. Thank you so much.

I have so many things to say.

1 - Yes! Yes! the Gardner is astonishing, I love it so much. One of my favorite museums in the world. I'm so glad you went and loved it too.

2 - If you have access to a car - Newport, RI is a good day trip from Boston (the Breakers alone is worth the trip) - and the American Illustration Museum there has a huge collection of Leyendeckers. I need to go back. I need more time not devoted to being at work.

3 - I have not read The Art Thief, but it's on my list now, it sounds fascinating.

I think TK would appreciate the style and elan of refined stealth - that is extremely his vibe. (the fact that they cut the Gardner paintings out of their frames is physically painful to think about - although who pulled off the Gardner theft is one of my first questions in the afterlife).

But, TK would vehemently disagree with Breitwieser's characterization of museums as prisons of art. Look, there are lots of ethical concerns about museums - but they also have the potential to show people things they would never have the chance to see. Art isn't/shouldn't be locked away where only the privileged few can see it - it belongs to everyone.

4 - TK's taste in art is extremely my taste in art (shocking, right?) - but writing this has made me research a lot of art I would never otherwise have seen (especially in Austin - I now really want to go to Austin for the art, also google is 90% convinced I'm moving there).

And just, in conclusion - thank you so much for taking the time to say this, because it means a lot that something that started because I'd been watching White Collar and Lonestar and had a weird 'huh, what if?' moment, turned into something that has actually impacted the way you look at art, and the way that you feel like it can belong to you. That's amazing. I am so floored - in a good way - by that. Thank you.

[jimin-updates]

More information about Jimin’s upcoming exhibition The Truth Untold 👀

It sounds so magical 😭😭😭

Full text:

"The Truth Untold" will be held to look back on Jimin's activities for his first solo album FACE and second solo album MUSE. This exhibition will shed light on his solo activities with various contents. Through Jimin's handwritten production diary and lyric writing notes, you can get a glimpse of how fiercely he worked as a creator.

The exhibition hall was designed so that the audience can understand Jimin's emotions while making his solo album. The area is largely divided into FACE and MUSE. The FACE section, which is inspired by waves/ripples of water, has a media wall, a distortion mirror and constant waves to visually convey the confusion Jimin experienced in the process of finding his complete 'I'. The waves get calmer as they approach MUSE, symbolizing the beginning of a new journey and suggesting that Jimin has overcome his confusion and successfully faced 'me'.

A set bringing the atmosphere of the music videos of "Like Crazy" and "Set Me Free Pt. 2," which are included in the solo album, and a photo zone based on "Who" and "Smeraldo Garden Marching Band (feat. Loco)" will increase the sense of immersion. In addition, Jimin's various behind-the-scenes contents and handwritten letters that he could not convey in words will be released for the first time. Costumes and props worn for various performances and music videos, as well as trophies and plaques he received, will also be on display.

[only-by-the-stars]

more little NL vs NH thoughts because I can't stop playing NL again and apparently can't shut up about it (it is so important to me okay?)

-villager dialogue is just so much better in NL. I've heard people complain about the villagers not being mean anymore in that game like in older ones, and I have little opinion on that, but whew can I ever see the downgrade between NL and NH. the regular dialogue is so bland, and there's fewer options for when they have something to ask you for. in NH, it's:

wanna come over/can I visit your house RIGHT NOW? I had a fight with [other villager], can you deliver this gift? I'm trying to sell stuff, will you buy this from me?/here's a random item (this always happens when I'm digging up clams and need empty pockets...) can you catch this bug/fish for me? (very rarely) want to play a treasure hunt game?

whereas with NL it's:

wanna come over/can I visit your house RIGHT NOW? wanna come over/can I visit your house later? can you take this gift to [other villager]? I'm trying to sell stuff, will you buy this/can I trade you for item in your pockets? can you catch this bug/fish for me? wanna play hide and seek? can you bury/dig up this time capsule for me? can you bring me a piece of fruit? I need to speak to [other villager] but can't leave my house, can you bring them here?

I'm probably forgetting something, but you can see the disparity anyway. regular dialogue was generally more interesting too. I also like that you had to bring a sick animal medicine for *three* days instead of just one, it felt like nursing a sick friend back to health instead of one and done and was more rewarding.

-speaking of more rewarding... SHOP UPGRADES, MY BELOVED <333 my file has T&T Emporium, and it is SO NICE, OMG. ;w; I loved the process of working towards the shop upgrades and seeing it become gradually bigger and with a better item selection. ALSO I MISS YOU, GRACIE. </3 the fact that NH has the nerve to try and sell me ridiculously expensive furniture without the GracieGrace brand attached, smh.

-it was the Bug Off today! if I'd realized, I would've prepared last night, but oh well. I still got to get a couple cute furniture pieces and I think I'll place first, so that was fun.

-doing item customization yourself is more convenient (because you can see what things will look like without using a guide) and faster, but... I actually still like using Cyrus? I know he's at the co-op on Harv's island if you shell out enough cash, but that's so expensive and his prices have gone up. customization kits aren't cheap either! in NL you paid less, and had to wait a half hour for an individual item to be ready, but I like that. I like going a bit slower. NL in general is slower and so much more relaxed and relaxing, I like walking at a normal pace and getting to soak in the atmosphere and music.

-as much as I appreciate getting to hear Blathers blather about the donated stuff, I also like the convenience of getting to look at the info in the museum itself without having to bring him another one. it's part of what makes going to the museum soothing, despite that there's no wow factor in the design of the exhibits.

-Main Street in general is just so nice to have, and it makes the actual town feel bigger. I do like being able to decorate outside, but... at the same time I like the simpler feel here and the PWPs that we had. and remodeling town hall and the train station was so neat!!! why can't we do that in NH???

-GOD I MISS THE LEGEND OF ZELDA ITEMS AND VILLAGERS SO MUCH.

-the music. again, the music. NL remains one of my favorite video game soundtracks ever. when it hit 7 PM last night and The Song started playing... oh man... ;w; will we ever have that level of music quality again?

-cannot stress enough how much I miss Tortimer Island. the minigames! the easy access to summer bugs and fishing! AAAAAHHHH

-I... forgot what the Aquarius Urn looked like in this game and now I'm annoyed all over again at the blandification of the Zodiac series in NH. IT WAS BLUE AND FILLED WITH WATER. I COULD'VE. IT WOULD'VE LOOKED SO GOOD AS PART OF MY ZORA-THEMED AREAS. AAARGH!!!

-odd little discrepancy, but why is it when you talk to Gulliver to try and wake him up in NH you have to put away any tool you're carrying, but not so in NL? weird.

-I like the hyacinths and windflowers, but I also miss the violets and carnations. the purple roses were also a LOT prettier in NL.

-also, for all that NH offers more freedom in some aspects, it really took a big step backwards in house customization??? you can't even GET a different exterior until you have ALL the rooms, and you have NO CONTROL over the room size??? and the exterior options are all SO BLAND. you could be way more creative and aesthetic in NL by choosing which rooms to have, how big they were, and you had way more and more interesting exterior options.

-sure were more events and generally things to do in NL. :< the only part of winter I liked was playing snowman bingo and trying to make the different snow people for various rewards! and they took THAT away too! there was more charm, too, I loved the coziness of the "small forested village" that I got in NL, and I prefer taking the train to flying everywhere, and the post office was so cool, and I liked the reliability of taking Dr. Shrunk fruit to learn new reactions. I really hope the next game is a return to form and not more of the same problems that still plague NH...

[blueiscoool]

8-Year-Old Boy Finds a 1,800-year-old Roman Silver Denarius Coin

While playing in a sandbox in Germany, an 8-year-old boy spotted a small silver object. Intrigued, he kept it. Only later did archaeologists realize he’d stumbled on an ancient Roman treasure.

The boy, identified only as Bjarne, was playing at an elementary school sandbox in Bremen in August 2022 when he spotted the silver item, the Bremen Senator for Culture said in an Aug. 11 news release.

Not recognizing exactly what he’d found, Bjarne took the silver object home, the Austria Press Agency said in an Aug. 8 news release. Later, he brought the object to archaeologists — who identified it as a 1,800-year-old coin.

The coin was an ancient Roman denarius made in the 2nd century, Bremen state archaeologist Uta Halle told cultural authorities. It weighs less than an ounce because it was minted during a time of inflation when coins were made with significantly smaller amounts of silver.

The newly discovered coin was forged during the reign of Emperor Marcus Aurelius, who ruled over the Roman Empire from A.D. 161 to A.D. 180.

Photos show the front and back of the small coin. It has a pattern around the edge and a central figure. The coin is worn, making it difficult to see the details of the design.

Only two similar ancient Roman coins have been found in Bremen, Halle said in the release.

It’s unclear how the coin ended up in Bremen, an area that was not part of the ancient Roman Empire. The coin could have come through trade, been carried by the river or brought as a souvenir, cultural officials said.

Halle hopes the coin will soon be exhibited at the Focke Museum in Bremen, city officials said. Bremen is about 215 miles northwest of Berlin.

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Elevate Your Presence: Horti Asia 2025 Stand Builders

Transform your exhibition experience at Horti Asia 2025 with our expert stand builders. Make a statement with your booth.

Key Highlights

Experienced professionals: You gain from years of experience in the exhibition industry.

Custom stand designs: You will get a stand that shows your brand's essence.

End-to-end project management: We take care of everything from the idea to the finished product.

Seamless on-site support: You can relax. Our team will make sure the setup and dismantling go smoothly.

Proven success stories: Check out our work and read what happy clients say.

Introduction

Participating in a trade show like Horti Asia 2025 is a great chance for international exhibitors to show off your brand and products. To stand out in a busy exhibition hall, you need an eye-catching booth design. Working with skilled Horti Asia 2025 exhibition stand contractors, like Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd., can help a lot. They will handle everything from planning to setup. With a well-designed booth, you can engage visitors and generate leads effectively.

Why Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. is Your Go-To for Horti Asia 2025

In the competitive world of trade shows, a good exhibition stand is much more than a simple display. It is an experience. This is your chance to engage with attendees and show your brand story. A great stand will help you make a lasting impression.

At Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd., we know how important unique booths and trade show booth designs are. We're not just here to build stands; we are your partners in creating memorable brand experiences at Horti Asia 2025.

Unveiling the Expertise of Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. Team

With many years of experience, Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. has a team of professionals who love turning creative ideas into reality. Our experts know the trade show world well. They make sure your stand fits your marketing goals perfectly.

This devoted team has exhibition booth designers who create beautiful and useful spaces. We also have project managers who handle the entire process. This ensures a smooth and easy experience for you.

When you pick Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd., you gain from the knowledge and skills of an agency that wants to help you succeed at trade shows.

Tailoring Stand Designs to Reflect Your Brand’s Essence

At Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd., we think your exhibition stand should truly show your brand. Our way of making custom exhibition stands starts with detailed talks to learn about your brand message, target audience, and goals for Horti Asia 2025.

After that, we turn this knowledge into one-of-a-kind and creative stand designs. These designs will catch people’s eyes and clearly share your brand story. From bold graphics to interactive features and smart layouts, we pay attention to every detail. This ensures your stand stands out and connects well with attendees.

The Importance of a Standout Exhibition Stand at Horti Asia 2025

The horticultural industry is growing fast, and Horti Asia 2025 is a great chance to meet important people and potential buyers from around the world. However, in a busy exhibition hall full of competitors, it is crucial to catch and hold attention.

A great exhibition stand can help showcase your brand's image. It attracts visitors and gives them a place to connect with your team and what you offer.

The Role of Design in Making an Impactful Presence

In a competitive world, first impressions are important. Your trade show booth design is usually the first thing attendees see from your brand. A good design is not just about looks. It also needs to work well and understand how visitors move around.

Eye-catching visuals, smart lighting, and a welcoming layout are key to making an experience that attracts attendees to your expo stand. By including your brand elements and main messages in the design, you can create a strong and unforgettable brand experience.

How a Custom Stand Builds Your Brand Experience

Your stand is more than just a trade show booth rental exhibit rental. It reflects your brand as an exhibition stand builder. It’s a chance to show your personality, values, and your focus on new ideas. A custom-designed stand helps you make a space that fits your brand message and connects with the people you want to reach.

By using space wisely, adding interactive displays, and using interesting technology, you can give visitors a great expo experience. This good feeling will leave a mark, helping to turn interested people into loyal fans even after the event ends.

The Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. Process: From Concept to Completion

To create amazing and effective exhibition stands, you need a clear plan. At Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd., we use a step-by-step process. This makes sure you understand everything and can work with us at each stage. From the first design idea to the last setup at Horti Asia 2025, our careful project management helps bring your vision to life on time and within budget.

Initial Consultation and Design Brief Understanding

Our process starts with a detailed meeting. We listen carefully to understand your needs and goals for Horti Asia 2025. This meeting helps us gather important information about your brand, the audience you want to reach, and what you hope to achieve from the event.

Next, our design team uses this information to create a clear design brief. This brief will include the proposed concept, layout, materials, and main features of your exhibition stand. This teamwork helps us stay aligned from the beginning, building a partnership based on open communication and a shared vision.

Design Development and Client Approval Cycle

Once we understand your vision, our great designers will start creating custom ideas for new clients' stands. We want to give you creative choices, so we show you several design proposals to think about. Each proposal follows your brand rules and focuses on your important messages. We work to make sure it looks great and works well.

We will help you understand each idea by explaining why we made certain design choices. We want your feedback during this time. This helps us adjust the chosen design until it matches what you expect.

Seamless Execution and On-Site Support

With the final design approved, our team of professionals gets to work. We pay close attention to detail. This way, every part of your stand is done to the highest standard. We handle everything from the graphics to the logistics and the setup at the event.

You can relax and put your energy into what matters most: connecting with attendees at Horti Asia 2025. Our dedicated on-site support team will be there throughout the event. They will handle any last-minute changes or issues that come up. This helps make sure you have a smooth and stress-free experience.

Success Stories: Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. Achievements in the Exhibition Space

At Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd., we are proud of our history of creating great exhibition stands. We go beyond what our clients expect. We have assisted businesses in different industries to leave a lasting impression at trade shows all over the world. Our portfolio shows our dedication to quality and new ideas.

Highlighting Our Portfolio of Innovative Stand Designs

We invite you to check out our portfolio. You will see a range of exhibition booth design projects that show our creativity and focus on details. We offer both modern designs and unique thematic stands. Our innovative solutions have helped clients get noticed and reach their trade show goals.

Every project in our portfolio proves how well our team turns brand identity and marketing goals into attractive and useful exhibition spaces. We think sharing our past successes gives potential clients a good look at our promise to provide great results.

Testimonials from Satisfied Clients

Don't just believe us - listen to what our happy clients say about working with Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd.. We think that their reviews show how we care about our clients and how we aim to give great results. Our clients often compliment us on our professionalism, creativity, and careful attention to detail. This helps show we are a reliable partner in the exhibition industry. We love building relationships with our clients and always try to go beyond what they expect.

Conclusion

Elevate your presence at Horti Asia 2025 with Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. Our skilled team is good at creating stand designs that show your brand’s true spirit. We want to make sure you have a memorable experience at the exhibition.

From the start to the finish, we work hard to grow your brand with new stand ideas. We have a list of past successes and happy clients. Pixelmate is known in the exhibition world.

Plan now and work with us early. Together, we can create a special stand that shows your brand’s values and goals. See how great design can make a difference. Start your path to an amazing exhibition presence today.

Frequently Asked Questions

What makes Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. different from other stand builders in Thailand?

As a top exhibition stand design company, we mix beautiful designs with global experience and local know-how. Our strong project management and wide network of local suppliers help us create the best exhibition stand that fits your needs.

How early should I start planning my exhibition stand for Horti Asia 2025?

Start talking as soon as you can! We suggest you begin discussions at least 6 to 8 months before the event. This gives you enough time for good project management. It helps make sure the entire process is easy and relaxed, especially if you join often.

Can Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. help with logistics and setup at Horti Asia 2025?

We offer full logistics support for you. This includes shipping, installation, dismantling, and supervising on-site. You focus on the expo, and we will take care of your stand from delivery to when you leave.

What are the latest trends in exhibition stand design?

Trade show booth design trends change all the time. Right now, brands are focusing on using new technology, eco-friendly materials, and exciting experiences. This shift is changing how they create their trade show booths.

How does Pixelmate Exhibition Co., Ltd. ensure the stand reflects my brand’s values and objectives?

As an exhibition booth builder, we focus on knowing your brand message. We work closely with you and hold in-depth talks. This way, we make sure your booth matches your goals and shares your brand values clearly with your audience.