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Ever since your dad walked out on your family, you felt like you had a responsibility to your mom and sister to be the man of the house. You worked hard, studied hard, went to college while working a job that helped pay the bills, and it all paid off. You used your degree to dive into the tech industry and become a great inventor. Some of your inventions were taking off, and you were finally starting to see the fruits of your labor. That also meant that you could delegate some of your work to others now, which granted you enough free time to be able to work on pet projects and spoil your girlfriend, Katy. Sometimes, those two things coincided.

After a few tireless weeks of working 'round the clock in secret, you had finally finished your girlfriend's present. She was a retro soul with a 70s aesthetic, so you made her a special lava lamp. It was special because you had engineered some of your new tech into it. Katy had always had a waifish figure since you had known her, which, although you loved her just the same for it, made her very self-conscious both in the bedroom and out in public. The lamp that you had produced just for her was designed to emit special waves of energy to both grow her lacking assets and instill confidence in her, both through temporary mental manipulation and a renewed pride in her physical appearance.

You finally got home with your new toy when you got a ping on your phone to go out for drinks with your boys. 'What the hell, why not? I've been working my ass off. I deserve this.' you thought to yourself, setting the lamp on the kitchen counter before quickly changing and speeding off to the bars. Slamming the door as your left, you woke your sleeping mom, Cindy.

She came downstairs and into the kitchen and spotted the lamp on the counter. "Well this is cool. I haven't seen one of these in years!" She said, picking it up and examining it. "I bet Jake got it for me since my birthday is coming up. He definitely wouldn't have gotten this for himself. I'm so excited to set it up. It'll make a nice night light." Your mom scampered back up the stairs with the lamp and a glass of water in hand. She quickly downed her refreshment and plugged in the lamp, setting it on the dresser on the far side of the room before switching it on.

As it heated up, a warm glow filled the room. "Wow, it's giving off a lot of heat. I probably won't be able to use this in the summer, but its very comforting right now. As the lamp got hotter, so did your mom as she got cozy in bed. She dozed off while staring at the lamp's memorizing lava bubbles.

She couldn't remember her dreams, but they must have been wonderful. Cindy awoke with her panties soaked and wedged tightly against herself. She moaned and stretched, feeling a strange tightness all across her sleepwear. As she tossed and turned, trying to get her clothes to adjust, her nipples brushed the soft fabric of her PJs and elicited another, more sexual moan from her lips. She hadn't felt this turned on in years. It was like a long dormant fire had been lit. Turning on her side, Cindy put her legs around one of the extra pillows on the bed and started to aggressively hump herself to climax, biting her blanket to stifle her whimpers of pleasure all the while. Her sensitive nipples ached to be teased as she bucked. She eagerly obliged them as she snaked a hand under her top. She was so lost in her trance that she almost didn't realize that she was grabbing more breast than she should have had. Cindy was far too lost in pleasure at that moment as she humped and groped her sensitive body until she finally came hard into the pillow that she was abusing.

Sweat-speckled and panting, she finally released the poor pillow, covered with the evidence of your mom's much needed release. 'That was amazing.' She thought to herself, still trying to collect herself as she stood up from the bed. Her clothing still felt wrong on her as she made her way to the full body mirror in the bathroom.

As she looked herself up and down in the mirror, her jaw dropped. Her tits had grown. Her ass had plumped. Her head was slightly outside the frame of the mirror which was never an issue before this moment. "This is a lot." She said to herself, trying to take it all in. "I'm...a lot. I need coffee."

Cindy forced her soaked panties off her and discarded them into her laundry bin. She replaced them with a fresh pair that seemed to strain against the might of her new rear, but they fit, for now. A bra was out of the question, so she threw on a sweater by itself and then a part of leggings that couldn't cover her ankles and made her ass perk even higher. Checking herself out in the mirror again, she felt a wave of confidence as she tossed her sex hair from side to side. "I feel amazing this morning." She whispered before heading downstairs.

You awoke on your friend's couch, your natural body clock telling you that it was time to get up for work. "Shit." You cursed under your breath. You must have gotten too wasted last night. You pulled yourself together and got your things as quick as you could. You checked your phone and realized that you wouldn't have time to go home and would have to go straight to work. You wouldn't be home until late either. Sighing, you forced yourself out of your friend's house and into your car and then off to work.

Your sister came downstairs to find your mom humming to herself while doing the morning chores. She was loading the dishwasher, finishing breakfast, and sipping her coffee. She seemed different. Not just happier and peppier, but less...mom-like. She couldn't put her finger on it. "You're in a good mood this morning." She said. Sitting down to be served. Cindy quickly placed the spread before her.

"I know!" Your mom beamed back at your sister, Destiny, sitting down with her own, overloaded plate of food. "I feel amazing this morning." She dug into her breakfast, far more ravenously than she normally would have. She blamed it on the calories burned from touching herself that morning, conveniently trying to block out the obvious answer, which was that her increased assets caused the calorie deficit. Destiny sat there in disbelief of Cindy as the massive plate of food disappeared. She had no time to gawk as she had to get her things and get to her classes, however. Destiny said her goodbyes and left your mom home alone and to her own devices.

After clearing her plate and helping herself to everything that was leftover, she finally felt satisfied. She continued with her daily chores, cleaning around the house, vacuuming, tidying up the bathroom, normal motherly duties. Around midday, she finally started to feel sluggish and tired and returned to her room for an afternoon nap. That's when she remembered the lamp. "Oops" she said to no one. "I forgot to turn this off. Reaching for the lamp, she felt the warmth kiss her fingers before moving up her arm and then through her chest. Her nipples awoke and grew hard, pressing against her already too tight top. Instead of turning the lamp off, she instead put both her hands on it and lifted it up, holding it close to her chest. The warm feeling that had already started to completely envelop her intensified and she cooed at the feeling filling her body. As her body drank in the heat that was radiating from her new luminant gift, she could feel herself growing. Suddenly her nether regions had started to produce a heat of their own and she was reminded of the fun that she had gotten to have with herself that morning. Cindy then had a devilish idea. She unplugged the lamp from the outlet on the far wall and replugged it into the one by her nightstand. Peeling off her shrinking clothing, she crawled into bed and switched the lamp back on She sat with her back resting up against the headboard and her legs spread open and her feet touching In the center she placed the lamp, mere inches from her hungry snatch. Then as she was basking in the glow, she again began to pleasure herself. Cindy had no need to hold back her cries and moans in an empty house, so as she rubbed her needy clit, she wailed in ecstasy for the first time in countless years. Orgasm after orgasm shook through her as her growing body continued to become more and more sensitive.

"Fuck!" she cried out as another climax and subsequent growth spurt rattled through her. "Why does this feel so good? I just want more and more and more! There's no way this should be happening." Not that she was keeping track of how big she was growing, but she had long left the six foot mark behind. If she had kept her clothing on, it would have started ripping itself apart from her body by now. Groping her giant tits, she couldn't help but smile. "These have grown so huge! So big and sensitive! And my nipples!" She tugged on each of them in turn then, not daring to take a hand away from her needy needy cunt. With each buck of her hips, she could feel her feet sliding further and further towards the edge of the bed and then beyond as her head pressed up against and then crept up the headboard. She could feel her pillowy ass jiggle and bounce against the bed as her leg muscles continued to thicken. After what felt like her twentieth finish, her body was finally satisfied and she passed out, the lamp tipping forward and delicately landing between her lips. As she slept, the energy from the lamp poured into her, forcing her bigger and bigger in her sleep.

Work finally ended and you were heading home. You felt behind the whole day and had hardly a moment to yourself to think. Throwing your keys on the counter, they landed right where the lamp should have been. Immediately you were wide awake, mind racing. 'I forgot all about the lamp, fuck.' You thought frantically. 'There's no way that someone plugged it in right?' You crept down the hall to your sister's room first. Slowing cracking open her door, nothing seemed out of place. You gave a sigh of relief and shut her door.

Next came your mom's room. As you quietly opened her door, your heart immediately sank. She was naked in her bed and at least eight feet tall by now. Both hands gripping the lamp as she rhythmically humped against it in her sleep. You were horrified, but it was also hard to look away. Her body was producing dangerous pheromones, just like the lamp was designed to do. Luckily, you knew this and were conscious of them. As you snuck up to the side of her bed, the pheromones grew stronger. You quickly unplugged the lamp and the room darkened slightly, now only lit from the setting sun outside. You held your breath as you slipped the lamp out of her hands, careful not to wake her. Exiting the room, you finally let out a frustrated sigh and an audible "fuck" as your sister was closing the front door.

"Woah, what's the problem?" She said, immediately noticing that something was off. She set her school stuff down and walked over to you.

"It's mom. She took this" You said gesturing to the lamp in your hands "and now she's like eight feet tall."

"Well that's...something" Your sister says, clearly lost. "What's 'this'" she said pointing to what looked to her like a relic from the 70s.

"'This' is a present for Katy, but I had to run off to work this morning after being out all night. I guess mom took it to bed and plugged it in." You let out another exasperated sigh. "Katy is on her way here right now to come pick this up, but I need to go back to my lab to get what I need to fix mom. Hopefully before she wakes up. Can I trust you to hold onto it while I'm gone and give it to my girlfriend? I don't need mom waking up and using it again. It seems like it can get pretty addicting pretty quickly based on her size. Maybe it works a little too well. I think I'll grab some supplies to recalibrate it for Katy before I let her use it." You were talking to yourself at this point.

"I don't really know what's going on since she seemed pretty normalish this morning, but sure bro!" She said eager to help. "I promise I wont let mom use it while you're gone. You should hurry though, I don't know how long she's been asleep. And if she's eight feet tall, I don't think I'd be able to stop her anyway. You better fix this."

You pushed the lamp into her arms and quickly left for your lab, leaving your sister alone with your sleeping colossus of a mother. Setting the lamp on the counter, your sister crept over to your mom's room and cracked the door open. "Holy shit," she whispered, "she's huge!" Silently closing the door, Destiny quickly scooped the lamp up and brought it to her room, where she promptly undressed and plugged it into her nightstand. Sitting on her bed, she held the lamp between her petite breasts as it began to produce heat. "Come on, come on. I don't have much time before Katy gets here. I wanna grow, too. Make me bigger!"

[aninventoryofthepossible]

Inspirations for VOID 1680 AM

Earlier this year, I released a new solo TTRPG: VOID 1680 AM. In it, you use a deck of cards, a six-sided die, your music collection and a voice recorder to create your own late-night radio show.

The cards help you dig deep into your collection to reconnect with music you love; they and the die also help you create anonymous Callers and the concerns, hopes and obsessions that drove them to reach out to you, a fellow lone voice in the darkness.

I also included steps for joining the library of Callers for other players to use, and even to submit your full show for broadcast on the "real" VOID 1680 AM. You can see some of those Affiliate broadcasts here. They're genuinely very cool.

You can check out the game here, and I'm proud to say VOID 1680 AM is now a Judges' Spotlight Winner in this year's ENNIES.

Okay, enough table-setting. Let's get into it.

VOID was the culmination of a lifelong obsession with commercial radio; both the technology (which feels retro despite scarcely being over a century old) and the melancholy romance of lonesome voices baring themselves to an audience they'll never know the scope of.

This, to me, is an apt metaphor for the act of making something - anything at all. Speak into the Void, the back cover copy says. You never know who is listening. So it is with putting something you love into the world.

So what inspired VOID? I cite both Anamnesis by Sam Leigh and The Wretched by Chris Bissette in the book itself, two solo RPGs whose tones and methods did much to help me find my own.

But if I'm being truthful, VOID's inspirations mostly reside outside of games. Here are a few things that haunted me profoundly enough to drive me to respond.

The first is Talk Radio, specifically Oliver Stone's adaptation of Eric Bogosian's play. The movie's tagline is "the last neighborhood in America," which to me frames radio's persistent relevance and puts social media - often called a "town square" itself - in proper context as one piece of the many ways people find connection with others, for better or worse.

Contra the VOID DJ, Barry in Talk Radio is very, very aware of how his audience receives him (hint: not well). Barry must be heard, and so must the similarly damaged souls who call in to dump the poison in their brain into his... and everyone who's listening in, besides. It's a host of people who want to connect but don't know how, spiraling in decaying orbit around each other until something awful happens.

VOID 1680 AM was originally much darker before I decided to pull back and let players pick their own tone, and Talk Radio is why.

Oxenfree is a narrative video game about a small group of teens stuck on an island haunted by hungry ghosts who can be tuned in and out of reality with handheld radios. There's more to it than that, but I'll leave you to discover what on your own - because I would recommend this game to just about anyone.

Insofar as VOID 1680 AM can have a "soundtrack," it is this one by scntfc, created using WWII-era radio equipment.

The Vast of Night is a quietly alarming lo-fi/sci-fi set in a small town in New Mexico in the late '50s. A radio DJ and a switchboard operator pick up strange signals, and then... things happen.

This specific radio station (stylized in the poster above) is what I picture for "my" VOID 1680 AM.

Then there's Stevie in The Fog, played by Adrienne Barbeau. She's the bridge between VOID 1680 AM and my earlier solo game, Lighthouse at the End of the World.

She is, yes: a late night DJ. And her radio station is, yes: in a lighthouse. She's living my dream, at least until the ghost pirates show up.

Spoilers, I guess?

But the most important influence? VOID 1680 AM cover artist Jordan Witt's fan art for the podcast King Falls AM years ago. This image took up residence in my head, so much so that I still use it as phone wallpaper despite never having listened to the show it's for.

When it came time to partner with a cover artist, who that cover artist would be was never in question. Entirely unknowingly, Jordan took all these loose ideas in my head and gave them something to cohere to. A beacon, if you will.

They spoke something into the Void, and I listened.

Fun fact: Jordan even jazzed up the original logo I made for VOID 1680 AM when that title only applied to the AM transmitter in my garage. Here's my original - you can plainly see the influence of Jordan's art on that O. It all really came full circle.

Those are the biggest ingredients in the stew that made VOID 1680 AM. It's fun to talk about stuff I like, but also I hope it might nudge someone - anyone - to get going on something they're after.

(That's you. I'm talking about you.)

A project finding its voice is a wonderful thing, but there's no real miracle to it, no outside influence that will tell you what to do. It's just things in your head magnetizing to each other until they got a shape that - with coaxing - can stand on its own.

See you on the dial.

[dejwrld]

˚₊𓆩༺🎸༻𓆪₊˚ — summer of 22', choso kamo

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈. — LOST GUITAR PICKS AND LATE NIGHTS.

🩰 — choso and y/n spend time together after the strange events of a lost guitar pick, yuji getting arrested, and a late-night at a onigiri food stand.

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings — female reader, written with black reader in mind, her/she pronouns, humor/crack, noritoshi & choso are cousins in this cause i said so, profanity, this is quite self indulgent and kinda my own assumption & characterization of modern day choso, mentions of death (characters), mentions of broken bones, kenjaku is a hot milf in this instead of being just yuji's mom..let's pretend they're choso's mom instead of choso's dad (listen y'all know how messy kenjaku is in the canon tl), tooth rotting fluff, fast pace series, told in third pov aka choso's pov, mentions of choso having a scar, record shop boss!geto lol, | mdni, taglist, masterlist, other creations

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CHOSO ALWAYS GOT NERVOUS WHEN HE PERFORMED IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. No matter if it was just a friend or even his kitten Retro when it was time to pick up his guitar and perform—horrible knots formed in the pit of his stomach. To make matters worse, Y/N could be coming to his show. What if he got so nervous he puked on stage or he forgot the lyrics to the song Noritoshi and himself are covering? He was just overthinking. Which soon led to the crisis that he couldn’t find his pick for his guitar. Now he had a real reason to be nervous. 

As he was in the shared dressing room with Noritoshi, he would scrummage through the bag he had brought carelessly. His guitar pick wasn’t in there. He checked Noritoshi’s bag, but nothing. Now Choso was pacing back and forth in front of Noritoshi, who was their PR manager, by sending out tweets saying they were performing in fifteen minutes. “Why are you pacing back and forth? If you’re nervous, just take a deep breath and practice those breathing techniques I told you about.” Noritoshi says while never disconnecting his eyes from the iPhone in his hand.

“It’s not that.” Choso blurted out while twirling around to pace the other way. His mind was wondering what he should do. He could run back home to get it, but he wasn’t sure if his guitar pick was home. He could have dropped it. He could have left it at the records shop. 

“Is it because of that girl possibly coming?” That question caused Noritoshi to break eye contact with his phone and let his eyes watch his cousin pace back and forth, but Choso did a stop abruptly to meet his gaze.

“No,” Choso admitted. 

It was a lie, of course. His cheeks stained a crimson color before he kissed his teeth and went back to pacing back and forth.

Noritoshi smirks, “So, what’s the problem?” 

“I can’t find my guitar pick.” 

“Excuse me?”

“It’s not in my bag. It’s not in your bag. I can’t find it!” Choso throws his hand up in frustration. “It’s not like we can do without it because we need my guitar.” 

“Okay, now I’m nervous. Maybe, we can go get it real quick. We don’t go on until fifteen minutes from now,” He says as he stands up.

Choso's lips parted to speak, but a knock was heard on their door, and their friend Todo Aoi stuck his head through the small opening of the door. Todo was hired as security for tonight at their performing venue. Which made perfect sense considering how ripped Todo was. 

“A very pretty young lady is here to see you guys. I’m quite impressed; you guys have a fan girl already,” He snickers. 

“Oh shut up, Todo; before you know it—we will have so many fans. We may just hire you as our security guard.” Noritoshi says before he motions to let the person in.

Expecting to be some fan that has been following their year-long journey of being musicians, but instead, it was Y/N giving them that same smile she gave them when they first met. Noritoshi was shocked that she even came considering that Choso's hopeless romantic self had invited girls to the show, and then he moped about them not showing up for a week. Noritoshi took it upon himself to excuse himself from the equation, “I’m going to make sure the stage is all set for us.” He gives the pair a smile before leaving the dressing room.

“You came.” Choso was beyond shocked.

“You invited me to come to see you perform. I wouldn’t miss it, plus it’s weird how the world works, considering my godmother is here too with some of her friends.” She shrugs. “Which one of her friends is your boss,” Y/N explains. 

“Wow, kinda seems like we were meant to meet eventually,” Choso chuckles.

“Yeah.” Y/N agrees with a smile on her face.

The two of them stood in front of each other, just basking in each other's looks. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off seeing Choso in the attire he was wearing tonight and Choso couldn’t do the same. It finally hit Y/N that she wasn’t back here to dawn over how attractive the singer looked in front of her but to give him something that Geto gave to her. She looked through the mini purse that was hanging from her shoulder and pulled out his guitar pick.

“He said you left it in his office,” Y/N places it in his hand. “Geto also said you two should not be so reckless with leaving your music gear everywhere in his office.” 

“Ah! That sounds like something he would say. Who else is here with him?” He asked. “Is a pink-haired guy with him. He's around this tall, and has a scar on his face.” Choso holds his hand up trying to remember how tall his younger brother was.

 “No, it’s just myself, my godmother, your boss, and another one of their friends.” Y/N’s lips form a straight line once she sees the disappointment in Choso’s face.

“Ah, thank you,” Choso says. “I should continue getting ready, thanks for bringing me this.” He holds up the guitar pick.

Y/N smiled at him before she left the dressing room just in time for Noritoshi to collect him. “Let’s blow the roof off this place!” He exclaimed as he picked up his drumsticks and wrapped his arm around Choso’s shoulder. 

Choso knew they would do well. They always did in every gig they managed to snag. It may not have gained them some record deal, but it was decent enough to get the crowd hyped and cheering for them at the end. Especially when they had retired rockstar Geto Suguru vouching for them. Noritoshi liked to joke that a lot of people only came to their gigs because Geto never missed one. No matter what, he would always be in the crowd. Simply because he was searching for any flaws in their performance. It would be something subtle like they need to practice their breath control and they wouldn’t be so out of breath by the time the third song or they were a little off-key and not synchronized as a singing duo. Choso appreciated the criticism—after all, it was Grammy award-winning Geto Suguru giving them tips. He couldn’t just brush them under the wrong as if they were nothing.

But deep down, Choso just wanted his younger brother to be in the crowd of this show. It wasn’t as if Choso cared about Yuji showing up because the pink-haired guy has sat through many practices and gigs with about four people (including himself)—but Choso could keep a closer eye on him. Just make sure he wasn’t in some type of trouble. 

He stood behind the curtains as he could hear the host announce who was next, he closed his eyes, mumbling some form of words of encouragement to himself. As soon as he heard the crowd go crazy, he would push himself on the stage with Noritoshi. The bright light blinded him from seeing the crowd, but he always thought it was better for him to get over stage fright. Choso couldn’t help but scan the crowd for his brother, but still, he wasn’t there. His dark-colored eyes landed on Y/N and his lips curved into a smile seeing the glimmer in her eyes. He watches as her lip gloss-covered lips form into a smile making eye contact with him before mouthing to him. 

“You got this.” He read her lips.

The rest of the performance was history as he could hear the sound of Noritoshi’s drums. When the two performed, it felt like a burst of energy that Choso couldn’t quite explain. It was like an adrenaline rush after going skydiving. The high after taking a drug. It was a magical feeling that Choso wanted to experience every time he discovered that he loved music. 

Choso and Noritoshi joined the group and were met with applause. Geto was the first to speak with a smile on his face,” You guys are improving. Took note of my breath control tips.” He says as he sips from his beer. 

“Of course, we wouldn’t have heard the last of it—if we didn’t,” Noritoshi gives Geto a sly grin. “I’m going to go get me something to drink.” 

Geto checks the time on his phone, “I’m heading out to pick up the twins. Don’t be late for your shift tomorrow morning,” His finger pointed at Choso.

“Yeah, I should get going also. Don’t stay out too late, Y/N. You have a class to teach tomorrow,” Utahime hugs Y/N, and she eyes Choso up and down before walking with Geto and them to the exit.

“Did she give you a look when she hugged me?” Y/N asked as she sat in the seat that Utahime was formally sitting in.

“She did,” Choso admitted, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“She does that with all the guys I’m interested in.” She shrugs her shoulders carelessly. “She can be protective sometimes, but it’s only because I believe my mom gave her a detailed letter to do so.” 

Choso's brains seem to stop at the thought of her mentioning guys she’s interested in. Did he make it so obvious that he was interested in Y/N that others could notice it? He sits across from her before speaking again, “I assume that she and your mother are close?” Choso asked.

“Yeah, two peas in a pod, according to Utahime.” 

“It’s a small world, you know. We were bound to meet.” Choso leans forward with a grin that Y/N returns.

“Kinda like fate,” She’s leaning forward also, and Choso could get a whiff of her sweet flowery perfume that caused him to smile even harder.

His lips parted to speak, but the sound of his cell phone interrupted him. “I’m sorry, I have to take this. It’s probably my brother.” He excuses himself just in time for Noritoshi to join the table. 

He walked to the side away from the table and pulled the phone to his ear. If the singer was going, to be honest, he didn’t even know the number that called him. He had this thing where he still answered unknown numbers because what if it was some music producer trying to contact him or something? The dread that hit his heart hearing his brother's voice on the other end. “What the hell Itadori? You know if you weren’t going to show, you could have given me a heads up on your whereabouts.” 

“I got caught up in something,” Yuji’s voice trails off as he doesn't know how to explain to his brother the trouble he is currently in. 

“Where the hell are you currently calling me from? I don’t recognize the number.” Choso points out. His nostrils flared in annoyance because he knew the answer Yuji was about to give him was going to piss him off even more.

“You have to promise to not get upset before I tell you because getting upset doesn’t solve anything. Just give you gray hairs and wrinkles at an early age. Which wouldn’t be a good look considering that you want to be this famous rockstar.” Yuji went rambling on.

“Fuckin’ tell me,” Choso exclaimed through gritted teeth.

“Police station. Currently getting my one phone call. They gave me a warning but said they would prefer for someone to pick me up. Mr. Nanami didn’t answer, so I’m calling you.” 

Choso could sense that his brother had some nervous smile on his face on the other end. He knew that he called his boss Nanami Kento first because Nanami would just give him a lecture and go on about his business. Choso wouldn’t have found out that his younger brother missed his performance because he was at a police station. That if Choso was to ask him where he was tonight; he'd come up with a perfect lie just for Choso to brush it off.

“I’m on my way, I just have to ask Noritoshi if he can pack up by himself,” Choso answered. His eyes glances over at Noritoshi and Y/N talking, Noritoshi had brought her a drink from the bar. 

Choso drags his feet across the floor in disappointed strides back to the duo. Noritoshi who was sipping from his pint of beer eyebrows narrowed at Choso’s long face. He knew his cousin so well that he knew something was wrong. With another huge gulp, Noritoshi clasp his hands together. “I’ll pack up and take it back to Suguru’s.”

“You’re a lifesaver. I’ll keep you posted on what’s going on.” Choso responds as Noritoshi collects his glass and went towards the backstage area. 

Choso’s brown colored traveled to Y/N who was happily sipping at the fruity drink Noritoshi brought over. His eyes glossed with an apologetic look before he start speaking, “I’m sorry. But I have to go. My younger brother got himself in some trouble and I have to dig him out.” He rubs at the back of his neck before speaking. “I wanted to hang out with you a bit longer.” 

With a precious smile, she says, “Then let’s go dig out your brother together.” 

The older Choso that formerly used ‘well, I’m in a band’ his way into pussy—cock would twitch in whatever pair of dark-washed ripped jeans he wore. But this was new Choso. The responsible big brother who took his love life seriously because he wanted to be a good example for his younger brother. That meant not thinking with his cock that was in between his toned thighs and actually thinking with his brain. His brain would tell him, this isn’t a good idea. The two of them just met and she was about to meet his brother, who has a perfect life ahead of him but doesn’t have his head screwed on correctly. It wasn’t a good idea, she didn’t need to see the chaos in his life so soon. 

“No, you do not need to come with me to just go lecture my brother’s head off.” He leans against the table a bit and gives her a dry chuckle. “That would be such a shitty first date.”

Y/N’s eyebrows raised at his words. Her fingers twirled the miniature umbrella in her fruity cocktail that Noritoshi wanted her to try ever so much. “Oh, so you were going to ask me out on a date?” Her teeth nibbled on her lips and once again Choso’s cock twitched in his pants. 

No, she definitely can’t go with him to go get Yuji. Instead of having to worry about Yuji saying something stupid or doing something stupid. He needed to worry about himself. He craved a bit more seeing the way her mouth moves. Frankly, it was a bit unhealthy for him to even have these thoughts running in his mouth. After all, the two only just met last week. He didn’t even have the woman’s number. But dared to think about how she’ll look when she’s coming down from the best orgasm. 

“Something like that. I did say we have three months to get to know each other.” He flirts back as if they were the only ones that mattered in the world. “But, I don’t think it’s fair for our first date to be of us babysitting my younger brother.” 

Choso watched as she stood up fixing her jean skirt that hugged her lower half so perfectly. She took a couple more sips from her drink before grabbing a hold of Choso’s wrist and dragging him towards the exit and right by a curious Todo. 

“Well, good thing you have three months to make up for the first date.” She giggles so beautifully that Choso felt himself blushing.

He simply knew because for some reason in his twenty-two years of living, when he blushed it never showed on his cheeks. Instead, the tips of his pierced ears would glow the lightest shade of crimson. Practically feel like they were burning off his fuckin’ head. 

“The station isn’t that far away if you don’t mind the walk,” Choso pointed out. “Maybe fifteen minutes at most.” He checked his phone and then back at her.

“Lead the way.” 

With that, the two started their walk toward the police station. Now that Y/N was with Chosos, he couldn’t angrily chew Yuji’s head off and threaten to kick his ass if he get arrested again. Instead, he’ll take a smoother approach. A cool Choso approach. He’ll talk calmly to him and figure out why he was there in the first place. He’ll make Yuji apologize and then they’ll go home. 

“So, your brother? How old is he?” Y/N breaks Choso’s inner monologue of what he was going to say to Yuji.

“Eighteen and a pain in my ass.” Choso huffs. “Do you have any siblings?” 

“I’m an only child.” Y/N points out. “It gets a bit lonely, so I guess that’s the reason why I decided to tag along. It’s nice to see you go help your brother out even if he gets himself in trouble.” 

“Yeah, I figure it can get lonely. But I bet you were spoiled rotten,” He nudges at her shoulder.

“I mean yeah, but since my mom isn’t here anymore—my father was not hearing none of that.” Y/N chuckles to herself. 

“I’m sorry for your lost.” 

Silence overcame the two as they were walking down the street. Choso is on the side closest to the road like a gentleman. They walked ever so close together that occasionally their arms would brush against each other. He didn’t know what else to say. He experienced loss but didn’t particularly have the proper time to grieve due to the responsibility of taking care of Yuji being shoved upon him. 

“I want to say that I grieved properly, but you never know when you fully heal,” Y/N speaks. “I’m doing something my mom was good at and I didn’t even get to meet her. So every time I do it, I think about her.” She grows quiet before letting out an embarrassed chuckle. “Sorry, for the trauma dumping.” 

That silence returned, but it wasn’t a bad silence for Choso. It was a comfortable one that he could sit in for days. He glances over at her and the once cheery smile on her face disappears and an embarrassed look plastered on her face. He had a feeling she probably thought she overshared, but he didn’t mind. He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to peel off all the layers of her until she was bare—he wanted to know every layer no matter how thin or thick, no matter how traumatic or glorious. When he said they had three months to get to know each other, he meant it.

“Thank you.” Choso breaks the silence finally. 

“For what?” Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched together to glance at him. 

“For being comfortable enough to tell me that about you.” His lips curve into a smile. “I did say we have three months to get to know each other.” He reminds her. 

“You did and you won’t let me forget about it,” Y/N says. “Now, it’s your time. Share something about yourself. It doesn’t have to be as deep as what I said.” 

“Hm.” Choso thought for a second. “I’m a good skateboarder.” He adds. “Which caused me to break my arm.” 

“Jesus Christ, did it hurt?” Y/N’s face was laced with concern as she followed next to Choso.

“I didn’t even notice or feel anything until I saw Noritoshi about to vomit at the sight of my arm just dangling like a wet ramen noodle,” Choso adds. “I kinda wish you were there to sign my cast though.” His lips formed a pout that made Y/N giggle. 

That giggle made old Choso's cock twitch in his jeans again. 

Get yourself together Choso. You’re acting like a hornball that hasn’t been laid in years.

“Please don’t break your arm just so I can sign your arm cast. It’s too hot to be wearing a cast also.” Y/N fans herself with her hand and Choso finally realized just how humid it was outside. 

Japan’s summer was lethal if you weren’t used to it. But he just thought his sudden increase in body heat was due to how close he was to her. It didn’t cross his mind that it was due to the weather. 

“I won’t. I can’t take you out with an ugly arm cast on anyway.” He says as he stopped in front of the police station. 

“That is true, but I wouldn't mind at all.” She steps into the police station after he holds the door open for her. 

When they stepped into the police station, it felt like one of those movie scenes where so much was going on at once. Officers scattered around trying to defuse the situation. Some take statements of people reporting crimes. Some tried to break up civilians who were close to chewing each other's heads off. Through the crowd of chaos, Choso spotted his nitwit of a brother sitting near one of the officers desking munching on snacks as if he were in paradise. Choso saw the spray paint on his fingertips and his clothing and immediately knew what type of trouble Yuji got himself in, again. 

“I’ll just go sit down right there and wait for you two.” Y/N motions to the empty set of chairs near the entrance.

“Okay,” Choso flashes an apologetic smile before he’s letting his feet drag towards his brother who was giving the officer that Choso knew from the back of his head. 

“Officer Kusakabe!” Choso exclaimed, causing the pair to turn for him.

“It’s Detective now,” Atsuya Kusakabe corrected as he folded his arms across his chest. 

“Right, Detective.” Choso firmly says. “Thanks for letting him get off on a warning, again,”  Choso responds. “I promise to have him send a very long apology letter for the inconvenience.” His eyes glared at Yuji who slumped in his seat at the words of an apology letter.

“Don’t even bother, I have caught on to this idiot copying and pasting the same letter. Just changing about one or two words.” The detective rolls his eyes. “But next time, he won’t just get a slap on the wrist because I may not be in here to save his ass again.” 

“And what did he do this time?” 

“Try to tag up some buildings,” Kusakabe explained. “They caught him right in the act. Spray cans in his hands and all, he still denied it.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind.” He tapped the desk and stood up to walk towards his office.

Choso couldn’t help but glare at his brother before scoffing and walking away. Yuji follows behind quickly, rambling on about how he won’t do it again. But Choso knew his brother, he’ll do it again. He was addicted to this—addicted to the feeling of getting his hand caught in the cookie jar. Choso didn’t understand why because it wasn’t like this before His grandfather died. It wasn’t like this when their mom was in the picture. Choso just didn’t understand the sudden flip of personality. It wasn’t like Yuji didn’t have much compared to maybe the average delinquent—he was interning for Nanami Kento. He was a good artist, also. But for some reason, he was an adrenaline junkie for shit that didn’t even benefit him. 

Choso stopped in front of Y/N and felt Yuji crash into his backside at the sudden stop. “Let’s go, Y/N.” 

When Yuji saw Y/N, the once puppy dog look of sympathy went away as he smiled at her—waving and then looking at his brother with a knowing look. Y/N stands up to follow the brothers out of the police station and then that was when Choso erupted like a volcano that hasn’t blown lava in years. His fist was clenched tightly. 

“Tagging a building? Really Itadori?! You’re about to attend one of the best universities with one of the best art programs in Japan.” Choso points out. “You don’t need to do this. You have a good internship that pays you…I can’t keep bailing you out of every situation you put yourself into. Why are you doing this? Is it because of her?” 

Yuji’s jaw clenched at those last words. That pierced his skin so quickly that he didn’t even know how to react other than agitation from the night heat and the fact that Choso was completely embarrassing him in front of a girl he hadn't even seen before. Hell, Choso has introduced him to countless girls—all of them a complete blur to Yuji.

He ignored his brother's questions and his attention fell on Y/N, who awkwardly stood there while her eyes were darting between the two brothers. Yuji stepped towards her and extended his hand for her to shake, “I’m Yuji Itadori, his brother.”

Y/N shakes his hand, “Y/N. I think I’m going to head home now, it seems you two need to talk some things out.” She points out before her fingers ran through her braids. 

“I didn’t mean to intrude on you two—uh, date. So, I’m heading to Megumi’s. It was nice meeting you,” He flashes a grin before walking away before Choso can utter another word. 

Through a glare of frustration and anger, Choso watches his younger brother disappear in the bliss of night as he walked in the direction of his Megumi’s house. They’ll have this talk when they get a chance. He’ll dig him out of trouble again because that’s what a big brother does. While they tiptoe over the simple fact that their mother didn’t want anything to do with them—their relationship was always going to be at odds. 

“Shouldn’t you go after him?” Y/N questions as she steps forward to close the gap between herself and Choso. 

“Why should I? We’ll only yell at each other.” Choso pointed out. 

“You two should sit down and talk though.” She points out. “You shouldn’t go to sleep angry at someone you truly care about,” Y/N adds. 

Choso never thought about it that way. The two brothers spent so many nights having a screaming match that he didn’t notice they never actually talked to each other. There was a huge ass elephant in the room and neither one of them wanted to address it. 

He thumbs at his lip in deep thought before looking at her with a grin, “Are you hungry?” He asks just as his stomach grumbles in hunger. 

“Don’t try to change the subject—” Y/N words were interrupted by the sound of her stomach. Her cheek heats in embarrassment before finishing her comment, “It’s so late, where are we going to find food?” 

“You know, I’m so used to picking that brother of mine up from here. I found some hidden gems,” He extends his hand for her to take. “So, please let thee, Choso Kamo feed you.” 

Y/N laughs at his words and takes his hand. “Lead the way before I die of hunger.” She let him drag her down a couple of blocks until they are in front of this onigiri restaurant. 

Although it was around the time for nightclub stragglers to be tumbling out of clubs, the street food vendor had customers waiting in line for the savory food they sold. There were tables outside for people to enjoy their late-night snack under the Summer moonlight. As Choso grabbed some food, Y/N sat at one of the tables. 

“You finally brought a girl for me to meet, you little shit!” The owner of the shop Ren exclaimed as he leaned against the counter. 

“Do you have to yell that so loud? I don’t want to scare her away.” Choso dark colored eyes glance at Y/N at the table on her phone. “I actually like this one.” 

“When did you meet her?” Ren asked as he was fixing Choso his usual. 

“Not that long ago,” Choso admits and Ren stops mid-chop. “I mean, is that a bad thing to say? I just feel a real connection between us.” 

“You sure you’re not thinking with your dick and balls?” Ren bluntly admitted raising his eyebrows at the young man in front of him.

“I’m thinking with my brain, heart, and dick.” Choso proudly admits with some childish lovesick smile on his face. “This one is on the house, right?” His head motions to the plate of onigiri. 

“Of course,” Ren says while wiping his hands on the hand towel that was flung over his shoulder. “Oh yeah, that time when you and Noritoshi were drunk off your ass. You forgot your skateboard.” He walks around the counter to push the skateboard toward Choso. 

“I thought I lost this damn thing,” Choso responds. 

He had even brought a new board and all, but due to Noritoshi and his strict music-making schedule—he haven’t used it yet. With the food in one hand and skateboard under his arm, Choso made his way back to Y/N just in time for her to get off the phone. He had a suspicion that it was Utahime asking where Y/N was, but the look on Y/N’s face said the opposite. When she talked with Utahime, her face glowed with happiness. But this look was the complete opposite. It felt like a rainy cloud was suddenly hung over her head and when she saw Choso, her forced smile was like her putting an umbrella up so he wouldn’t get wet. 

“Everything okay?” Choso questioned as he sat down across from her after placing everything down. 

“Just my dad, being my dad,” Y/N explains before leaning forward. “I told myself, I was going to let him ruin my summer with his shenanigans.” She sighs.

“But he did.” Choso leans forward also, his elbows resting on the table. “And I don’t like that.” 

Y/N grabs one of the onigiri and takes a bite out of it. Her eyes enlarge and she moans at the taste before swallowing. “I now understand why it’s so many here at this place at this time.” 

“You’re changing the subject.” He points out while he picks up his share of the food. 

“Now you see how I felt earlier.” She says. “It’s just he’s so protective for no exact reason—well, correction for a reason that I’m not even aware of. But I think it’s connected to my mom.” 

“But didn’t you say your mom passed away,” Choso says. 

“She did when I was like a baby. Hardly got to meet the lady, but she somehow passed her dancing genes down to me.” She laughs and Choso couldn’t help but smile. “I’m not even sure how she passed, no one talks about it. I can’t even find an article about it.” 

“Not even Utahime?” Choso bites into his food. 

“I haven’t talked about it with her.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I just chalked it up as they’ll tell me when they think I’m ready. I don’t know, bringing it up when I suppose to be focusing on dance right now—isn’t a good idea.” 

“No distractions.” Choso points out with a shit-eating grin. 

“Yeah, no distractions.” She repeats making eye contact with the long-haired male in front of her.  “But on a lighter note, how come it’s only you and Noritoshi in your band?” 

“Because we haven’t found the right members,” Choso says. “We want a third member, preferably a bass player. Just haven’t found the right person that fits our vibe. But, Suguru has been helping us with that. We have a new employee starting at the record shop next week and he thinks they play bass guitar.”

“You think they’re any good?” Y/N asked him. 

Choso shrugged. “Suguru’s very picky on who he wants to work at his shop, so he must see something special in them.” 

“Speaking of him, he looks so familiar…” Her voice trails off as she tried to remember when she saw Geto’s face at. 

“Yeah, he was some famous rock artist until he adopted his manager’s daughters and decide that the rockstar life no longer is for him,” Choso explained. “He still has many people approaching him up to this day. But I think most know that he just wants to live a normal life again.” 

“That makes sense. Especially considering that he has the twins to raise now.” Y/N smiles. “That’s sweet of them, he wants them to have a normal life out of the spotlight.” 

Y/N eyes travel down to the skateboard next to Choso’s foot and she looks at him, “Is this the one you fell off of and broke your arm?” 

Choso glances at the board and then at her and nods, “Yup. Want to try it?” 

“For me to break a bone? No. Plus I don’t know shit about skateboarding.” She laughs before shaking her head. “Thanks, but no thanks.” 

“I’m not going to let my pretty little ballerina break some bones.” He pushes himself out of the seat and places the skateboard further out away from the table. “Come on, you trust me right?” 

“Despite us not knowing each other for that long…oddly enough, I do.” She stands out and stands in front of him.

The two of them were only inches apart, the space in between them was the single skateboard on the ground. The two made eye contact and Choso felt the tip of his ears grow hot and he knew they were as red as a ripe tomato. He wanted Y/N, he wanted Y/N so bad. 

“Oddly enough, I think I may have some fuckin’ crush on you.” 

Those words stung Choso’s tongue because he never actually did crushes, hell—he didn’t even bother to invest in a relationship. But here he was admitting to having some crush on a girl that he most likely won’t see after the summer was over. 

“And, you don’t have to respond to that now. But just know that if any guy catches your attention this summer. They’ll have to get through me and have major competition.” 

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[shunshunrika]

Jujutsu Kaisen characters and things/feelings they remind me of, Let's gO

YUUJI ITADORI

Collecting beetles, Fishing trips, sound of crickets in the summer, the feeling when classes are cancelled in the afternoon, grandparents' unconditional love, Planning trips with childhood friends, Helping out at local orphanages, orange flavored sour candy, waking up to see you have an hour till the alarm goes off, complimenting random people, blowing bubbles in the backyard, smiles that convey more than words. Beach Weather songs.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Collecting seashells on the beach, aquarium visits, white and beige clothing, sunny skies and cool breeze, newspapers, broken phone screens and brand new headphones, forests, polished dress shoes, notes from sister, a hanky your mom made for you, a spare pair of round sunglasses you find under your childhood bed, blue lemonade, lifelong friendships, unwavering loyalty, moral compass. Conan Grey songs.

NOBARA KUGISAKI

Retro futuristic scene in modern Tokyo, lipstick on baseball jersey, Unplanned trips to Sephor and Ulta, a thousand pairs of clip on piercings, naval tattooes, chunky sneakers, acing tests to prove sexist teachers wrong, bathtub covered in hair dye, love letters to senpai, wired earphones, time capsule buried 10 years ago, first snow of the year, tumblr addiction, dad's rusty toolbox, random rips in clothes, finding money in pant pockets. Meghan Trainor songs.

SATORU GOJO

Being the relatives' favorite kid, pats on the head, well ironed shirts that wrinkle in an hour, karaoke booths, digimon figurines, blue led lights, early morning breeze, raindrops on glass, cloud-gazing, spa days, model united nations brat, your soulmate being your bestfriend, loneliness, dining in restaurants alone, train trips, broken promises, the pressure of being at the top. Periwinkle flowers. Baseball dates. Panic at the disco playlists.

MAKI ZENIN

Long eyelashes dusting your cheeks, Heels that push you over 6 feet, biker gang, Worn out karate uniforms, cracked glasses, scalp itchy from hair ties, cocoa butter lip balms, prioritizing one's ambitions, your parents never acknowledging you, minty deodrant and mouthwash, sour relations, gritting teeth, shoulders straight, skorts, dewy makeup, dead of fall, surprise birthday parties, Ava Max music.

YUTA OKKOTSU

Black and white wardrobe, manga addiction, gummy vitamins, straight A student, movie theatres after the crowd leaves, someone's watching me, self help book, under eye cream, calligraphy, kyoto visits, forehead kisses, everything's going to be fine, first friendship, traffic signals, overcast skies, stargazing, promise rings, last days of winter, Billie eilish music.

[gemalia]

Miscellaneous Facts about the Quartet

I have a bunch of random facts that are canon to me about my Pan, Bulla, Kuriza, and Cell Junior. A lot of them will never see the light of day in my series, so I might as well jot them down here.

Bulla likes collecting old school, 'retro' technology and toys (e.g. lollipop phones, password-locked diaries etc.)

Junior enjoys listening to Nicki Minaj (the only real-world pop star with a counterpart in the DB world)

Kuriza doesn't know the specifics of Arcosian asexual reproduction

Kuriza's favourite planet before Earth was Freeza Planet 32, a planet full of tall trees and luscious rainforest

Pan dislikes her mother's cooking even though Gohan loves it

Pan has a bigger manipulative streak than Bulla, contrary to popular belief

Junior is a prodigy at anything arts related

In terms of combat power, from weakest to strongest: Pan, Kuriza, Bulla, Junior

In terms of battle prowess/technique, from weakest to strongest: Kuriza, Bulla, Pan, Junior

Junior is the fusion that resulted from all the Cell Juniors on Monster Island fusing into one (after seeing Trunks and Goten do the fusion dance during their time there) and then never unfusing due to them all being genetically identical

Junior has a bigger appetite than the others

Kuriza has the smallest appetite

Kuriza enjoys seafood the best

Bulla's favourite colour is pink

Junior knows exactly how Arcosian asexual reproduction goes, but he won't tell Kuriza about it

Junior doesn't enjoy spending time with Pan's family because he feels Gohan and Videl don't like him

Pan's favourite food are the burgers from Mr Satan World (a fast food chain her family owns)

As of Dominion, Pan is the only one of the quartet to attend a regular human school

Bulla was pulled out of kindergarten at a young age as she was too ahead of her peers and could not connect with them

Junior, Bulla, and Kuriza attend school together at Capsule Corp., taught by specialised teachers hired and thoroughly screened by Bulma herself

Kuriza got into Freeza's wine stash once and got absolutely wasted over half a bottle of it

Pan has a wide collection of fictional books and a whole section of her family's library dedicated to them

Bulla is not interested in fiction, and only reads non-fiction

Junior wants to learn electric guitar

Junior thinks skateboarding is cool, but also thinks it doesn't go fast enough

Junior plans to attach rocket boosters to a skateboard at some point and try it out

The one who does best at traditional schooling is Pan

In terms of raw intelligence, however, Bulla is unchallenged

Bulla struggles to feel empathy

Socially, Pan is the most well-adjusted

Bulla listens to Ann Azuki, even though she is considered to be outdated and about to retire from the idol scene

Pan likes ballads

Kuriza likes instrumental music

Both Bulla and Junior have photographic memories

Junior does the best in high-pressure situations

The one with the shortest temper is Bulla, though she is quick to forgive and forget in most circumstances

Pan has a slow, deep style of anger that takes a while to manifest; she holds grudges and will not usually forgive people who have wronged her

Pan is the reigning champion of the Junior Division (which made a return after the 28th) from the 29th to 30th World Tournament, securing her latest title just months before the events of Dominion

Junior spent approximately 4 years in the wild by himself before he was discovered by Android 17

Kuriza was born from Freeza alone, an outlier in Arcosian reproduction as asexual reproduction is a last resort of their species; despite this, they are somehow not genetically identical

Bulla and Kuriza are baseball fans, much to Yamcha's bemusement (but overall delight)

Pan loves and respects martial arts the most out of all of them

Pan is the only one of the quartet to have friends outside of their group

Junior has a phone that has a cover with the pattern of Cell's skin on it

[thedivided]

Blood, mild gore, kidnapping and general Creepypasta warnings. This is my take on a ‘Slender Mansion’ au by the way. Actual art is after the writing!!

Pristine white snow crunched under your boots as you trekked back to the infamous manor, hand clutching your bloodied side as the cold nipped at your skin.

The trees always attempted to convince you someone was hiding behind its old branches. The wind always tried to tell you the footsteps that you hear aren’t your own.

This forest was disorienting. As was the one who practically ruled over it.

You regret joining this murderous cult disguised as ‘spooky stories coming true’. Your eyes were clouded by judgement and possible Stockholm syndrome, and you’d became attached to people who only pretended to love you.

Now, you’re surprised if one doesn’t snap at you, or if you don’t get stabbed.

You truly, deeply regret this.

The sleepless nights plaguing your mind with the gore you’ve been desensitized to, the nauseating headaches and profuse nosebleeds, the overwhelming amount of medication you need to take to just stand from the pure affect this sickness has on you, and the horrible memory loss are just the tip of the iceberg.

The rude, hostile and warped faces of people who would kill you without a second thought. The run-down walls, and rusted pipes and unsanitary amount of dishes piled and mold gathered.

All of this is what you expect to wake up to. So, no matter how many times you’ll sob at night, silent so nobody hears, missions are something you jump at.

Your clothes are blood-stained, your shoes are covered in something you are going to scrub clean off the moment you can, your head is pounding and your throat feels full.

The mission did go successfully, and you had grabbed the necessary information for It. And as sickening as it is to admit, the violence helped you blow off some steam as you disassociated.

The snow removed the blood from the bottom of your jeans and the soles of your shoes, and you were so focused on keeping steady footing in the blizzard you’d failed to notice the figure ahead until you bumped right into it.

Into her.

Looking up, you’d see an all too familiar face, with axe injuries that are only there because the perpetrator was having a bad day.

Diana. The girl you’d been with when this all started.

That goddamn night walk. You both had just been chatting, with her holding a cracked phone with a paused song and one of your flashlights, when it had all started spiralling.

You can barely remember anything anymore, but that day has stuck with you, no matter how much you desperately try to forget it.

The sound of the thrown axes hitting their targets. The strangled cry. The fact that no matter how hard she sobbed, or begged you to help, you ran.

She seems to notice the recognition on your face, because she speaks in an unimpressed tone. “With the amount of useless shit you forget, i’m surprised you remember me.”

You try to speak, to reply, but all that comes out of your throat is a small noise.

“Don’t bother. I don’t wanna hear about how ‘you didn’t mean it’, or ‘it was in the moment’.” She scowled, “That moment costed me my life. Both of us our lives.”

A sharp inhale was taken by the dead girl, and she looked down at you. “You never had it easy, i know. But i’d been helping you for almost a decade. Getting you resources, helping you save up money, getting you out more. And my repayment?”

Diana scoffed, wiping some dried blood that trailed from her lips. “You left me for dead in that goddamn forest. And then you joined them. The ones that killed me and kidnapped you.”

A series of short coughing fits came from the ghost as she near keeled over, dark blue sleeve stained with blood.

As she regained her breath, a phrase that made you pause rang out, despite the harsh whipping of the wind and the whispering of the trees.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, [Y/N]?”

I’m never not using the retro arcade filter it looks so cool.

[vintage-tech]

not vintage but vintage-adjacent: a knockoff Gameboy (FC Retro 800-in-1)

Other day at the thrift a 500-in-1 game unit that looked vaguely like a Nintendo Gameboy showed up. Not sure if anyone bought it because once it came out of the case ($15 originally, $5 a week later) it was missing its battery, battery cover, and second controller (which is actually still on the shelf nearly a month later for $5). Curious, I went online to Amazon and bought myself a brand new one, this one with 800 games. And Imma tell you about it. [give a rat’s ass? click. do not? scroll.]

The listings were clear that there would be duplicate games, but that’s not unusual.

So a week later this arrived. Amused by the PlayStation button symbols and the Chinglish. For the record, the description under my pinky (”With powerful rechargeable battery pack, includes an AC adapter and a lithium-ion rechargeable battery, 6 hours of continues game play”) is inaccurate; the battery life is closer to 2, as many reviewers online pointed out.

I was amused how the online listings for these devices would change the names of the games to evade Nintendo’s sniffers, but then they put Mario in the advertising and Super Mario Brothers as the start screen.

Indeed there are 800 games listed, NES titles rather than Gameboy, and in playing a few I found duplicates, such as “Deflower” is Lode Runner with edited graphics and “Button Mushroom” is Super Mario Brothers unadulterated. There’s a controller which plugs into the top of the handheld and looks a lot like a NES D-pad, but it is only useable as Player 2... and with a cord of about two feet, you aren’t going to be maintaining a Covid-safe distance.

And the A/V cable that comes with it so you can play it on a television instead of its 3″ screen is about a foot long, and the RCA jacks on my TV are in the back, therefore I had to resort to plugging it into the VCR’s frontside jacks... as you do.

As a demonstration for y’all, let’s pop over to game 091: Arkanoid, my favorite take on Breakout. (And no, this does not contain Arkanoid II: Revenge of Doh.) Pretty good rendition. Playable with the arrow pad, sure, but definitely not as steerable as with the arcade’s spinner or even home systems’ joysticks.

For the record, Super Mario Bros is kind of unplayable despite the hype, because it runs at about 1.50x - 1.75x normal speed and jumping high enough to hit blocks seems to be a trick rather than a given. Anyhow, I am happy with my $15 purchase, since now I can play a lot of NES games -- if I can find them on the menu, it’s mostly but not entirely alphabetic -- wherever, whenever.

And for some reason, Pac-Man is the Russian-language release.

With that number of games (and copyrights be damnèd!) you’d expect to find more original titles you might be looking for and fewer duplicates with evasive names, but it’s still a pretty good showing, and despite this seeming a bit flimsy the game unit is actually pretty solid. Now if only the battery inside lasted longer than it takes to charge, that’d be cool... but recognising that it’s a standard size, a BL-5C such as found in Nokia phones, you could conceivably replace the 1020mAh battery inside with a 1200mAh to 2450mAh battery from eBay.

[annwynisland]

Furniture Catalogue

Item names spelled in US English. Ctrl+F (find keyword) recommended. I can customize with Cyrus if specific color variant(s) desired.

ACNH Nintendo Switch

Alto saxophone

Analog kitchen scale

Anthurium plant

Antique bureau

Antique chair

Antique clock

Antique console table

Antique mini table

Antique wardrobe

Arcade seat

Artsy table

Baby panda

Ball

Baobab

Basic teacher's desk

Beach ball

Beach chairs with parasol

Beach towel

Bidet

Board game

Book

Book stands

Bottled beverage

Box corner sofa

Box sofa

Broom and dustpan

Bunk bed

Campfire cookware

Camping cot

Candle

Candle chandelier

Cans

Cardboard box

Carnations

Casablanca lilies

Cassette player

Cat grass

Chainsaw

Chalkboard

Champion's pennant

Changing room

Checkout counter

Chessboard

Clipboard

Clothes closet

Clothesline pole

Coffee beans

Coffee cup

Coffee grinder

Coffee plant

Colorful juice

Cone

Cooking tools

Cool sofa

Corner clothing rack

Counter table

Covered wagon

Crane game

Creepy skeleton

Cruiser bike

Cuckoo clock

Cup with saucer

Cushion

Cute chair

Cute DIY table

Cute sofa

Cute wall-mounted clock

Cute wardrobe

Cypress bathtub

Cypress plant

Decorative bottles

Deep fryer

Desk mirror

Dessert carrier

Diner counter chair

Diner counter table

Diner dining table

Diner neon clock

Dinnerware

Dinosaur toy

Director's chair

Dish-drying rack

Display stand

Document stack

Double-door refrigerator

Double-edged sword

Double Gloucester cheese

Double sofa

Drapery

Dreamy bed

Dreamy rabbit toy

Dreamy wall rack

Dual hanging monitors

Elephant slide

Enamel lamp

Evergreen ash

Exam table

Exercise bike

Exit sign

Fan

Fancy violin

Fax machine

Festival zongzi

Fireplace

Floating-biotope planter

Floor light

Floor seat

Fluorescent light

Folding floor lamp

Fortune-telling set

Freezer

Froggy chair

Garden faucet

Garden gnome

Garden lantern

Gas range

Gears

Glass jar

Globe

Handcart

Hanging cube light

Hearty ramen

High-end stereo

Homework set

Hourglass

Iced coffee

Imperial bed

Imperial chest

Imperial decorative shelves

Imperial dining chair

Imperial dining lantern

Imperial low table

Imperial partition

Ironing board

Ironing set

Judge's bell

Karaoke machine

Kids' tent

Kimono stand

Kitchen counter

Knife block

Lab-experiments set

Lantern

Large covered round table

Large magazine rack

Lily-pad table

Long bathtub

Magazine

Magnetic knife rack

Marimba

Metal can

Metal pot

Meter and pipes

Microwave

Mini circuit

Mining car

Mixer

Mobile

Modern cash register

Modern office chair

Monstera

Mop

Moroccan lights

Moss ball

Mounted blue marlin

Mr. Flamingo

Mrs. Flamingo

Mug

Oil barrel

Oil lamp

Outdoor air conditioner

Outdoor bench

Outdoor folding chair

Owl clock

Painting set

Papa panda

Paper-chain ceiling garland

Paper lantern

Paper tiger

Patchwork bed

Patchwork sofa chair

Pendulum clock

Pennant

Pet food bowl

Pinball machine

Pine tree

Plasma ball

Plastic canister

Pop-up book

Pop-up toaster

Popcorn machine

Porcelain vase

Portable radio

Pot rack

Potted starter plants

Premium nigirizushi

Pro coffee grinder

Puppy plushie

Rattan armchair

Rattan end table

Rattan low table

Rattan stool

Rattan table lamp

Rattan vanity

Rattan wardrobe

Retro fan

Retro stereo

Rice cooker

Rock guitar

Rocket lamp

Rotary phone

Round light fixture

Round pillow

Round space heater

Salad bar

Sandwich plate meal

Schefflera

School chair

School desk

Scooter

Scrapbook

Screen

Serving cart

Set of stockings

Sewing machine

Sewing project

Shaded floor lamp

Shaded pendant lamp

Ship-wheel door decoration

Shopping bag

Short file cabinet

Shoyu ramen

Silver confetti blower

Silver mic

Simple kettle

Simple panel

Simple shaded lamp

Simple table

Simple wall shelf

Siphon

Skateboard

SLR camera

Small mannequin

Small vase

Soft-serve lamp

Spaceship control panel

Spinning wheel

Square bathtub

Standing toilet

Strapped books

Studio spotlight

Study carrel

Study chair

Study desk

Study sewing box

Super-premium nigirizushi

Surfboard

Surichwi tteok

Table lamp

Table with cloth

Tabletop record player

Tangled cords

Tape deck

Tapestry

Tea set

Thank-you Mom mug

Throwback container

Throwback dino screen

Throwback gothic mirror

Throwback hat table

Throwback rocket

Throwback skull radio

Tin bucket

Tin robot

Tissue box

Titan arum

Tool shelf

Toolbox

Torii

Toy box

Traditional tea set

Train set

Transit seat

Tricycle

Typewriter

Upright speaker

Utility sink

Vacuum cleaner

Velvet stool

Vertical banner

Wall-mounted candle

Wall-mounted LED display

Wall-mounted phone

Wall-mounted TV (50 in.)

Water cooler

Weight bench

Winnowing machine

Wood-burning stove

Wooden pendant light

World map

Yucca

Yule log

[quickdeaths]

@bsqvad

It was a relief not to step off the airplane and be confronted by huge video advertisements of her own face. The D.Va brand was everywhere in Busan, from billboards to park benches to the sides of buses. She’d just modeled for Nano Cola and done those TV spots for SBS’ World Cup coverage, and her recent win at Worlds kept her face plastered on the cover of just about every gaming and tech magazine in Korea. Pretty soon, those promotional videos she’d filmed with the military would be coming out too, which would hopefully keep Dae-hyun by her side, rather than pulled off and conscripted.

The other benefit, aside from not cringing around every corner at a 50x size picture of herself, was that people might not recognize her. With a hoodie and a baseball cap, low makeup and no face-pain, Hana wouldn’t consider herself too recognizable. Yeah, it was nice just to walk around the airport, struggling with her many bags until an airline worker offered her a cart, and getting a car without anyone asking for pictures or wondering how she’d pulled off the triple headshot at Worlds.

Eventually, Hana stuffed all her bags in the trunk of the car, thanking everyone for the help as best she could while still pretending not to speak Japanese, just so no one might try to strike up a conversation with her. She just showed her phone with the address on it to the driver, and then sat back in the back seat. With her headphones seated comfortably over her ears, blasting LOONA, she popped the top of a can of Nano and idly wondered how the upcoming meeting with Kodzuken would go.

Originally, the trip to Japan was supposed to be a break - an opportunity to eat junk food and go to arcades and shop for cool retro games. At most, she’d planned a guerilla meetup just in case she felt the need to be D.Va, an opportunity for her Japanese fans to meet her and take pictures or get autographs, and even then, only if she really felt bad about taking time off.

But, the more she thought about it, the more that the idea of being Hana Song for so long, with no breaks, started to sit poorly in her stomach. She could always see if Yuna wanted to stream together, or if Kyung-soo wanted to get publicly demolished in some practice games, but that felt like a waste, so she’d ended up looking into some Japanese streamers who might be interested instead.

She’d heard of Kodzuken before, and thinking about it, his more laid-back style and her sweaty tryhard energy could be a funny contrast that fans might enjoy. A collab request would come off more authentic, too, if she already knew the streamer. Doing something with a VTuber could be fun, too, and maybe push her reach further. Thankfully, he’d seemed excited about the chance to collab, and they’d exchanged a few messages back when she was still in Korea.

As the car pulled up to the address, Hana hopped out with a smile, already working on getting in-character as D.Va. It was easier with her jumpsuit, her gaming headphones, and her face-paint. Putting all of that on was like a powerup to turn ‘Hana Song’ into ‘D.Va,’ but she’d just have to do her best without them for now. Once the driver had helped with her bags, she grinned and handed him over the payment. “Thanks so much for all the help!” Immediately, her smile faltered as she stiffened, remembering that she’d pretended not to speak Japanese. “Uh, thanks again, bye!” Gathering up all her things, she practically bolted over to the house, forcing her perfect D.Va smile back on her lips as she rang the doorbell.

[khivrajmotors]

Comparison and analysis New Triumph Speed 400 T4 Triumph Speed 400 MY25.

Introduction

In terms of reach and practicality, Triumph’s Speed 400 series cover some significant ground as motorcycle alternatives that deliver good performance, nice look and with more affordable prices. In this blog post we’re going to explore in detail two of the models that stood out in the Triumph lineup: the Triumph Speed 400 T4 and the Triumph Speed 400 MY25. These two bikes have their specialties and we will give you the details of their features, behavior, and appreciation to assist you to make the correct decision.

Visual Design and Appeal

Speed 400 T4:  The Triumph Speed 400T4 shares some of the design cues of some of the most iconic Triumph motorcycles of the past. They include a round headlamp, a tear-drop fuel tank and an almost skeletal tail section, all touched by retro styling. Another main point of the T4 design is to walk that fine line between simplicity and style and therefore the T4 looks perfect if you are that type of a rider who likes to follow all styles but actually does not.

Speed 400 MY25: While other phones in the Speed 400 series have a sober look, the Speed 400 MY25 has a modern and sporty design. When it comes to exterior design, the MY25 has a modern look with nice and clear lines, smooth LED headlamp and sporty look. It is most suitable with riders who have a need for that sexy looking bike that responds perfectly to any riders.

Power and Efficiency

Speed 400 T4: These two models’ engines are similar; both of them use 398cc DOHC 4V single-cylinder liquid cooled but the tuning of the engines differ. The Speed 400 T4 delivers 30.6 bhp at a shaft speed of 7,000 mph and 36 Nm of torque at 5,000 rpm. This kind of a design is perfect for comfort, ease and stability for those who use the bicycle for everyday commuting in the city or for those who ride for recreational purposes.

Speed 400 MY25: The Speed 400 MY25, but it is tailored for more power of up to 40 bhp at 8,000 RPM and 37.5 Nm torque at 6,500 RPM. This makes the MY25 as one that has an increased performance level and is perfect for those riders who consider speed as a crucial element on their travels.

Managing and Riding Excellence

Speed 400 T4: The petrol powered Speed 400 T4 boasts 43mm RSU telescopic front forks and a gas mono-shock RSU equipped with an external reservoir at the rear. This brilliant setup allows a comfortable and stable roof and the suspension system enables the car to successfully handle all sorts of humps and undulations on the road. T4 has had a slightly broader handlebars and higher seat than T3, and therefore riders will experience more relaxed riding postures.

Speed 400 MY25: On the other hand, the Speed 400 MY25 comes with USD forks that measures 43mm and they come in gold making the bike more appealing. Compared to the significantly more comfortable MY25’s suspension, the MY17’s is a little stiffer, particularly at the rear, and offers superior feedback at the limit. The hydraulic levers of the MY25 also bring extra flexibility in riders’ control for their riding preferences.

Price & Value for Money

Speed T4: The Speed T4, an even more performance-focused and with more aggressive looks than the standard T3, relegated the 110 to a higher price bracket. And this is more for the enduro rider seeking a new super exciting challenging and expensive ride! Due to the sophisticated features and sports handling, it is worth paying for a car for the speed enthusiast.

Speed 400 MY25: The Speed 400 MY25 is an affordable Range Rover that produces good measured performance and comfort and reasonable fuel economy for a lower price range. It’s more suitable for cyclists who are not willing to spend much but want a bike capable of performing both the daily urban commuting and occasional leisure cycling adventure.

Conclusion: Which One Should You Choose?

Speed T4 is advised for a dare devil, who wants his car to be fast, turn quickly and be glamorous. It comes with more power, it increases the acceleration and it comes with naked agility that will make it better for the city and for those couples who need the jolt of the adrenalin rush.

Speed 400 MY25 : If you fancy comfortable and unhurried riding with better fuel economy than the Speed 400 MY25 model will suit you with a pinch of reference to the old school. This is quite versatile for anyone looking to have a balance of traceability and durability, good for both daily to work and back as well as racing.

In conclusion, the chosen bike really depends on specific rider habits and characteristics. From where I stand, if you are interested in outright speed, the Speed T4 should not disappoint, then for comfort and efficiency the Speed 400 MY25 scores high on both aspects.

For More information: A Comparison Review New Triumph Speed 400 T4 vs Speed 400 MY25

[bunchofknowledge123]

Timeless Elegance: The Retro Digital Alarm Clock That Brings the 80s Back

Remember the charm of those classic 80s TV sets? The ones that created a feeling of comfort in every home living room? What if that sense could be captured, transforming your present-day bedroom or living room into a nostalgic haven? Meet the Vintage 80s TV Style Digital Alarm Clock with Temperature Display – a perfect blend of 80s fashion and modern functionality!

A Touch of Nostalgia with the Retro Digital Alarm Clock

This digital alarm clock is not just an accessory or an item that tells you the time; it is a trip back in time. Its design, reminiscent of an 80s TV set, adds a nostalgic touch to any room. If you are a retro lover or an admirer of unique décor pieces, this clock will be a perfect conversation starter. It combines classic and antique elegance with the practicality and functionality needed in modern life.

Clear and Functional Display of the Retro Digital Alarm Clock

The most striking feature of this retro digital alarm clock is its large, easy-to-read display. The enlarged numbers ensure that you can conveniently tell the time without having to be close to the clock, making it perfect for the bedside. Forget straining your eyes in the dark or fumbling for your phone; the bright, clear digits are easy to read and still make a fashion statement, blending functionality with tastefulness.

Built-in Temperature Display in the Retro Digital Alarm Clock

Have you ever wondered what the temperature is in your room down to the decimal point? Now you don’t have to guess. This digital alarm clock comes with a built-in indoor thermometer, allowing you to monitor the temperature effortlessly. This utilitarian feature enhances the clock's functionality, serving not only as a timekeeping device but also as a tool to help you maintain a comfortable room climate.

Reliable and User-Friendly Alarm System in the Retro Digital Alarm Clock

With simplicity in mind, this clock features a straightforward alarm system that is easy to set and use. Its loud alarm ensures that even the heaviest sleepers will wake up on time, preventing missed appointments or tasks. Multiple alarm settings provide flexibility, allowing you to set different alarms according to your busy schedule. Whether you need a morning wake-up call or an afternoon reminder, this clock has you covered.

Battery-Operated Convenience of the Retro Digital Alarm Clock

Worried about power outages? This battery-operated clock has a reliable battery backup, ensuring it keeps running smoothly even during power failures. This makes it a versatile addition to your home, as you can place it anywhere without worrying about finding a power outlet. The battery-operated design allows you to move it around easily, making it a convenient choice for any room.

Stylish and Versatile Decor Piece: The Retro Digital Alarm Clock

With its cute and quirky design, this vintage digital alarm clock is more than just a functional device – it’s a stylish décor piece. Whether it’s on your bedside table, desk, or living room shelf, this clock adds a touch of charm and character to any space. It's not just for retro enthusiasts; it’s for anyone who appreciates unique and stylish home accessories. The blend of retro design with modern features makes it a versatile piece that fits seamlessly into any décor.

The Perfect Gift: Retro Digital Alarm Clock

Looking for a gift that stands out? This vintage clock is a perfect choice. It’s a unique and thoughtful gift for anyone who loves retro decor or appreciates cool and quirky room accessories. This clock is more than an ordinary timepiece; it infuses style into any room it’s placed in. Ideal for birthdays, housewarming parties, or any occasion, this clock is sure to delight anyone who receives it.

Small But Loaded with Functions: Retro Digital Alarm Clock

Despite its compact size, this clock is packed with features. From the clear digital display to the temperature monitor and reliable alarm system, every aspect is designed with functionality and style in mind. It’s a small but mighty addition to your décor, blending form and function seamlessly. Its compact size makes it easy to fit on any surface, while its range of features ensures it meets all your needs. Conclusion The Vintage 80s TV Style Digital Alarm Clock with Temperature Display is more than just a timekeeping device. It’s a piece of nostalgia, a functional tool, and a stylish décor accessory all rolled into one. Whether you’re buying it for yourself or as a gift for someone special, it’s sure to bring a smile and a touch of retro charm to any space. Embrace the past with this delightful blend of vintage design and modern technology. This clock isn’t just about telling time; it’s about reliving a cherished era and adding a unique touch to your everyday life.

[gmandco]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: C9 Champion Black Floral Mesh Crop Fit Leggings - Medium 4 0031.

[marcopollio]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Mossimo Black Dress with an Cris cross Back tshirt basic type summer.

[govindhtech]

Redmagic 8S Pro Pros and Cons

The Redmagic 8S Pro is Nubia’s mid-cycle update to the powerful gaming smartphone. It has the same 120 Hz screen with an under-screen selfie camera, 6000 mAh battery, and 65W wired quick charge as the 8 Pro, but it’s 0.6 mm bulkier.

Can it offer a unique gaming experience? Can it be current and retro?

It lacks waterproofing like the earlier model, but many gaming phones have to choose. High-performance gaming devices must quickly disperse heat. A sealed machine cannot support an active cooling fan that moves air through the chassis and over the internals.

Redmagic 8S Pro cooling has been redesigned. Redirected air ducts, heat pipes with a more efficient cooling gel, a larger vapour chamber over the battery, and a graphene layer under the display. All work to remove heat from the casing and keep the handset’s surface cool.

It lacks waterproofing like the earlier model, but many gaming phones have to choose. High-performance gaming devices must quickly disperse heat. A sealed machine cannot support an active cooling fan that moves air through the chassis and over the internals.

Redmagic 8S Pro cooling has been redesigned. Redirected air ducts, heat pipes with a more efficient cooling gel, a larger vapour chamber over the battery, and a graphene layer under the display. All work to remove heat from the casing and keep the handset’s surface cool.

Qualcomm’s “leading” Snapdragon 8 Gen 2 update overclocks the chipset to 3.36 GHz. Its Red Core 2 game CPU handles gaming-specific features like shoulder key inputs, vibration motor activation, RGB lighting, stereo effects, and more, leaving the System on Chip to perform smartphone tasks.

After confirming that the games that worked well on the 8 Pro work just as well, if not better, on the 8S Pro, I decided to test the 8S Pro differently. How well would it handle old games and my childhood favorites?

Redmagic 8S Pro hardware features

Emulation may be cruel. Developers must replicate the exact performance of one system on another while also providing an additional UI layer to control the emulator, such as changing frame rates, choosing the hardware version, loading cassette tape or ROM cartridge games, and integrating with the smartphone environment.

While older 8-bit systems like the ZX Spectrum may have fewer performance concerns, a smartphone is far from the qwerty keyboard-based environment with a digital joystick operating through an RS232 serial interface. On newer devices, you must match the Nintendo 3DS experience while maintaining high frame rates and game pace.

The Redmagic 8S Pro will benefit from a third-party controller. Although my review unit did not include the Redmagic Shadow Blade Gamepad, the firm does. Instead, I’ll use two available controllers. The Razer Kishi, like the Shadow Blade, is a console-style device that splits in half and clips to either end of the screen. It is extraordinarily wide.

Second controller is 8BitDo’s SN30 Bluetooth gamepad. Despite not attaching to the machine, this retro-style gamepad has two analog sticks, a d-pad, four action buttons, and shoulder triggers. For modern games, the Kishi feels natural, but the SN30 is more 80s and 90s.

The 8S Pro recognizes both Bluetooth and USB-C controllers without issue. Android on the Redmagic 8S Pro connects and passes inputs rapidly, however my apps take longer to assign controllers to games.

Over the past month, I’ve used RetroArch, PPSSPP, and Citra to emulate three eras.

Retroarch is a mature multi-platform emulation system that covers practically all video game history. It offers the UI layer and Android hooks, while each emulator has a different “core” you download from the app or external sources. I use Retroarch on older systems. As with all emulation, you now have a ‘raw’ system that requires games to be ripped and moved over or found on the internet.

Chase HQ on the ZX Spectrum runs these older titles well. One of the best titles on the platform that pushes everything, it is. Thus, an experienced player like me knows how fast, responsive, and visually appealing the game should be. Chase HQ passed with flying colours, so we can say, “Let’s Go Mr Driver.”

This whistle-stop check-in continues with Sony PlayStation Portable emulation. PPSSPP is an open-source, mature Android and Windows client. Things get harder now, but the Redmagic 8S Pro handled it well, even allowing upscaling and texture filtering without affecting gameplay. Modernizing the aesthetics may not be for the “pure emulation” crew, but adding FXAA anti-aliasing is wonderful.

Again, the 8S Pro’s increased horsepower lets you customize the emulator without worrying about the phone’s capabilities.

Emulation becomes harder in contemporary systems. Citra is a Nintendo 3DS emulator that brings the dual-screen gaming gadget to a touchscreen smartphone (you can pick how to display the screens). This is when Android emulation reaches its limit. While PPSSPP and Retroarch cores could be set without anxiety, imitating the Nintendo 3DS takes experimentation and decision-making.

Would you rather have precise frame rate? A perfect sound? On-point graphics? Not everything is available in the Redmagic 8S Pro’s specs

Nubia’s gaming performance focus helps here. Most Android phones are slower than the 8S Pro. Comparing Citra on the 8S Pro to the Galaxy S23 Plus shows the 8S Pro’s gaming performance advantage.

I lowered the audio to maintain frame rate!

My emulation seldom used the Redmagic 8S Pro’s full power. It gave me some optional caveats. A good control mechanism can make a game different. Made for mobile games like Genshin Impact, Fortnite, and Mighty Doom, the control schemes have been optimized for touchscreens and gyro sensors. Moving back in time, the on-screen controls work well, but a tactile controller reduces aggravation and makes the game more playable.

Which naturally raises prices. Razer Kishi 2 controllers cost £99, Redmagic Shadow Blades £69, and SN30s £39. The Redmagic 8S Pro seems more like a console than a smartphone thanks to its two plug-in controllers. SN30 delivers a deep throwback experience, but you must set your phone down to use the controller with both hands.

Like choosing between Xbox, Playstation, and Switch, you must decide how you will use your gaming smartphone. As the Redmagic 8 Pro showed earlier this year, it offers great value for the top native Android games. The Redmagic 8S Pro can be used to explore gaming history and use an Android smartphone in the background.