#dev door-chan

[technicallyjollyobject]

A twist of time [part 1] 🌸

Writing this cherry blossom set made me a Midori simp lol. : D

Midori had gotten out of bed, after struggling to fall asleep from the will to text yandere dev “exciting” emails. She felt the cold wood floor under her warm toes and groaned. Today was going to be a long day………..

……..Buttttt what would make her morning better is by sending yandere dev an email! She opened midori-mail and started typing her email. When she hit send, she figured out yandere dev blocked her! The shock paralyzed her. How could they block the best info source? And leave her in a murder game?

Wait what? She was in a murder game? She must have had weird thoughts after the shock had hit her, but, just to be sure, she got up and l went to her desk. She pressed the on button and the dark black screen, flickered to life. Her school page was of course the first thing she saw when she logged in. She had it covered in tabs of unfinished emails to send to yandere dev, but they were all deleted because yandere dev blocked her.

Since she needed a new tab open she moved her cursor to open a new tab. Except….. her mouse cursor wasn’t moving? She didn’t realize it until it took her an hour to try to open a tab. It didn’t make sense. She always could open tabs without looking. What was screwing her up now? She needed answers and the default screen for everyone’s school computer was NOT gonna help if she need to open a new tab. Wait, what? Everyone’s school computer default screen? What was she talking about?

Well default computer screen or not. She still had to go to school. So she pressed the off button and sent the bright, alive, screen into murky darkness. She then got her clothes ready. After she was done, she walked out of her house and off to school. When she arrived at the front entrance for school she blended in with the other students. FINALLY she thought. Hopefully when she went inside to change her shoes she wasn’t going to do the stand and spin in place glitch. It was tiring. Midori was very confused from her thought. The what in what glitch? If it was a glitch why hadn’t she seen it and already reported it to yandere dev? Before she had any more insane thoughts she needed to get to searching her name in the tech lab at school.

When free time came, to her it was tech lab time. Which is exactly where she headed. When she got there the same thing with her computer happened in tech lab. She tried EVERYTHING she could to fix it. Emails, emails, and more emails. But nothing worked. So she decided to go to Oka the occult club leader. Then she would summon a demon who would fix the computers. But when she arrived she found out fixing computers with a demon, was going to be harder than she thought.

Apparently there was no demon to fix computers (which Midori thought was dumb) so they had to make one and summon it. But summoning a made demon was hard. Apparently they had to get strands of hair and fabric from things they wanted the demon to wear? And that if they were to successfully summon the demon, they would have to do something in return. Like give up someone the summoner loves.

Midori, who didn’t understand any of this because she only knew school stuff and how to work a computer, heard bla bla bla fix a computer. So she agreed to helped. All of a sudden they could hear click-clack-click-clack. Oka and Midori looked at the occult door and Ayano walked in. Midoris heart stopped and her blood ran ice cold. She didn’t know why, she just know that it did.

Somehow yandere chan knew what they were talking about and offered to help get hair dna and clothes. So after yandere chan accepted Okas task, she was officially helping. Wait, yandere Chan? Task? What task? Who’s yandere chan? Does she have a reason why Midori had ice cold blood and a heart that stopped beating? Midori had to many insane thoughts to wait for Ayano to be done, so she sat down at a nearby table and did ALL of her homework. After she got done with her biggest, boringst stack of homework Ayano was back. Ayano came back so soon Midori didn’t even have a chance to question why yandere dev gave so much homework.

After Ayano gave Oka the items she left, which was perfect because it was time to summon demons. Oka asked Midori to close all occult room club doors and to step outside. Apparently summoning demons can get very…… scary for green haired girls. So, Midori did exactly as said. Fiddling with her phone in her hands because she was bored. After a while Oka brought Midori back and handed her a weird item. Oka explained that the demon was unique because if the summoner did what the demon asked her to do someone would get an award? She didn’t pay attention because she was so excited to make a computer work. She didn’t even remember what Oka told her that the demon asked Oka to do.

So after giving Oka a goodbye Midori walked to the tech lab with pep in her step. As soon as she installed the weird thing into the computer she was able to move her cursor freely she opened a tab and googled herself. She found herself under a game title called “Yandere simulator” so, she googled yandere simulator. And what she found shocked her to core. She found EVERYTHING out about yandere simulator. The elimination methods, the rivals, the club benefits, and everything!

She then turned around in the chair, ready to go tell everyone about what she had just found when she….. knew it was the end….. There was Ayano, with the soulless eyes and she also was holding a knife above Midoris head. Before Midori could say anything she felt the knife. Cutting through her skull, and ending her life. But…. this couldn’t be the end could it? She had put so much work in only to fail…. She had to warn her classmates. And with that will of Midoris she now could freely float around the halls and do everything a normal human would. ……….. As a ghost……… She watched everyone die in that day but Ayanos sempai. Who she was approaching with a knife.

That’s when Midori remembered the demon had asked Oka to kill everyone! But when the summoner dies the request from the demon is already counted fulfilled. All of a sudden a little screen popped up in front of Ayanos sempai that said “Restart” Yes or no? Of course in all desperation Ayanos sempai chose yes. Which brought everyone back to life, but erased their memories including Midoris.

Everyone was now entering the classroom normally and that’s when they noticed something on their desks. A flower. Not just any flower, but the type of flower teachers put on students desks when they die. Or at least they thought it was the teachers. But they hadn’t died. So who placed the flower on everyone’s desk and why? Who knows if they will ever find out….

The end

(The strange thing Midori put in her computer was a USB)

[banana-bread-connoisseur]

Learn about me:3

Likes: magical girl animes, animes, td, card captor Sakura, couscous, writing, reading, belly dancing, sewing, DC, yugioh, Honkai impact 3rd, music, Francis, naiyah, marca, msemmen, new style boutique 2,3 D's Nintendo, paswg, co09, poms, Hawaii (the drink) , creepypasta, the island of the slaughtered

Dislikes: Vitos, German schools, sushi, those super sweet noodles, my sister, society

Alias: Janaht, Rita, lady Cupid

Games I like: fnaf, little misfortune, Sally face, needy streamer overload, you and me and her, ddlc, Alice in madness, coffee talk, romance visual novels about yanderes, yandere simulator (I don't support kid diddler dev), new style boutique 2, underworld office, fpe, FNF, Lacey flash games, mouth washing, sonic force, sonic Adventure 1 I think, sonic.exe, sally.exe, sonic.exe the disaster

Shows: sailor moon, card captor Sakura, kny, madoka magica, Batman; the animated series, my happy marriage, gravity Falls, ghostforce, miraculous ladybug, murder drones, glitter force, Yu-Gi-Oh, sonic prime, sonic x, sonic boom(re entered the sonic fandoms)

Of course you can: always DM me or use my inbox to talk or rant about interests, vent

Please don't: break my rules, be rude, send death threats or anything to me or anyone else, don't fight in the comment section

Random fact: my mom wanted to name me Janaht but ended up not choosing it cuz of my dad so she named me after her favorite Moroccan singer

What I wanna rewatch and/or start: All of Precure + doki doki, another, w.i.t.c.h, Snoopy all 3 shows that r available, sonic boom rewatch, sonic mania, sonic adventures, sonic x, more sonic, needle mouse, silent Hill, ALL OF RESIDENT EVIL, more sonic horror, more sonic games, sailor Moon, sailor Moon movies, sailor Moon eternal, sailor stars, even more dubs and versions of sailor Moon, MLP, MLP equestria girls,A date with death, monster x mediator, the kid at the back, yb(not necessar for all that behind this), Batman the animated series, Batman comics, MORE DC, YOUNG JUSTICE, JUSTICE LEAGUE, TEEN TITANS, TEEN TITANS GO, MORE DC STUFF, I have some Baldi stuff to watch, more die drei Fragezeichen stuff, dokura chan, brawl Stars lore videos, previous mouthwashing games, classmates, broken colors for a fan fiction request someone made, also yandere simulator stuff for someone, brawl Stars characters backstory for a request, more sonic AUs like hungry hero and darklead, DC super hero girls, pillar chase is what I have to try out, pressure, doors, roblox games in general tbh, all of ace Attorney, all of Danganronpa, Danny phantom, hxh, dreaming freedom, stealing her place, I'm the queen in this life, my tyrant husband, marry my husband, all of TMNT, more FNAF stuff, more studio Ghibli stuff, Honkai impact 3rd, into the pit, Ultraman, MLB special episodes, murder drones, Sally face, Fran bow, noctambulant, nocturnal, little nightmaresRamshackle, paswg, all of crk and oven break, total drama all of it, Stardew valley stuff I have to finish up, MORE ANIMES, popular animes, super sonico, you and me and her, needy streamer overload, alice in madness 1 and 2, new style boutique 2 and 3, creepypasta, island of the slaughtered, card captor Sakura, kny, fpe, sonic games, adventure generations and more, ghostforce, yugioh, my happy marriage, Sally exe, silent Hill, all of resident evil, super Sonico, more to be added

anything that breaks these and my general rules will be reported even as an Anonymous user because that's possible

Masterlist

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2023 - July

"Jeremias" ed. Richard Challoner (1752)

Dear LORD, Jeremias/Jeremiah had a lot to say and repeated it countless times so you know he's serious. These prophets get real wordy here toward the end of Old Testament.

The Abominable Snowman by R. A. Montgomery (1982)

After reading a Goosebumps take on the CYOA, this feels a bit tame. But! Still cool to see the origins of the most popular series of gamebooks.

"My Local Gas Station" by Ink (2018)

A simple trade.

The Adventures of Mighty Max - "Mighty Max and the Grand Slam" by Robert Hudnut, Gary Hartle, Brett Koth, David C. Weiss, and Phil Roman (1994)

It only make sense.

Mighty Max dev. Tiger Electronics (1994)

You didn't have to.

The Adventures of Mighty Max dev. WJS Design (1995)

You really didn't.

"What It Feels Like to Live as an Immortal?" dir. LazyOwl Studio (2022)

I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

Metropolis dir. Rintaro (2001)

You take responsibility for what you've built.

Insidious: The Red Door dir. Patrick Wilson (2023)

Bit of a theme this month with ghost creepers possessing people.

Joy Ride dir. Adele Lim (2023)

A road story's just the thing.

Lost In the Stars dir. Cui Rui & Liu Xiang (2023)

It's got some hook to it.

Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One dir. Christopher McQuarrie (2023)

Too many part ones this year.

The Miracle Club dir. Thaddeus O'Sullivan (2023)

The small comedy-drama genre is a breath of fresh air.

Shadows dir. Glenn Chan (2023)

Honestly, I watched this with little sleep. Kinda Sixth Sense vibe?

Barbie dir. Greta Gerwig (2023)

One of those movies that shouldn't exist and it's good for us all that it does. Ya gotta.

Oppenheimer dir. Christopher Nolan (2023)

Nolan can get too into himself with explaining mechanics, but these historical jams constrain him well enough.

Haunted Mansion dir. Justin Simien (2023)

Just kind of... pleasant? Pleasant horror fun. Won't annoy your relatives.

Talk to Me dir. Danny Philippou & Michael Philippou (2023)

The third possession movie of the month, and definitely the best.

[dear-indies]

hello! if you wouldn't mind, could you please suggest some fcoc (gender doesn't matter!) in the 28-34 age range that give off, like, rebel leader type vibes? maybe a little rugged, maybe sort of cocky, that general sort of thing. thanks so much!

Clayton Cardenas (1985) Mexican, some Filipino - Mayans MC.

Alex Meraz (1985) Mexican of Purepecha descent.

Cooper Andrews (1985) Samoan / Hungarian Jewish.

Jennifer Cheon Garcia (1985) Mexican / Korean - Van Helsing.

Martin Sensmeier (1985) Tlingit, Koyukon, Eyak, German and Irish.

Sonoya Mizuno (1986) Japanese / English, Argentinian [likely including French] - Devs, The Domestics.

May Calamawy (1986) Egyptian / Jordanian, Palestinian - Moon Knight.

Wunmi Mosaku (1986) Yoruba Nigerian - Loki.

Jurnee Smollett (1986) African-American, possibly other / Ashkenazi Jewish - Birds of Prey.

Alba Flores (1986) Romani and Spanish - Money Heist.

Monica Raymund (1986) Dominican Republic / English, Ashkenazi Jewish - is bisexual.

Cynthia Erivo (1987) Nigerian - is bisexual - Needle in a Timestack.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic - I May Destroy You.

Uraz Kaygılaroğlu (1987) Turkish - Üç Kurus.

Erika Ishii (1987) Japanese - pansexual and genderfluid (she/they/any).

Lewis Tan (1987) Singaporean Chinese / British - Shadow and Bone.

Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese - Titans.

Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - The Umbrella Academy, Polite Society.

Chai Hansen (1989) Thai / White.

Chang Ryul (1989) Korean - in My Name.

Kim Woo Bin (1989) Korean - Black Knight.

JuJu Chan (1989) Hongkonger - Fistful of Vengence and Wu Assassins.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian - Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City, The Stranger.

Jesse Rath (1989) Goan Indian / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai, English, Scottish, Danish, Manx - Blood Quantum.

Damaris Lewis (1990) Afro-Kittian - Titans.

Lim Ji-yeon (1990) Korean - Money Heist.

Vico Ortiz (1991) Puerto Rican - is non-binary, pansexual, and poly (they/them) - Our Flag Means Death.

Tyler Posey (1991) Mexican / English, Scottish, Irish, German, distant French - is queer and sexually fluid.

Jade Hassouné (1991) Lebanese - is queer.

Sarah Kameela Impey (1991) Indo-Guyanese / British - We Are Lady Parts.

Shamier Anderson (1991) Afro Jamaican - Invasion.

Danny Ramirez (1992) Mexican and Colombian - Black Mirror, No Exit.

Jessica Henwick (1992) Chinese Singaporean / English - Matrix.

Hayley Law (1992) Afro Jamaican - Door Mouse.

Avan Jogia (1992) Gujarati Indian / English, Welsh, some German, Irish, French-Canadian/French -Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City.

Anna Leong Brophy (1993) Irish, Chinese, and Kadazan - Shadow and Bone.

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / English, German, one quarter Norwegian, some Scots-Irish/Northern Irish - is queer.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Spanish, Mexican, Filipino, Scottish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, and Welsh, as well as distant Cornish, Irish, Choctaw - non-binary womxn, lesbian and polyamorous (she/they)

Here you go!

[ttec-official]

This is our second overworld map! Chapter 1 will contain 3 overworld maps to explore.

Pratum grasslands

NSo first things first, on the West there's a town and a cave, which leads to a tunnel connected to the cave in the first overworld map. North of the town there's a swamp where something interesting happens. On the South there's a dead tree forest, where something horrible happened to a group of people who were camping there. On the far East, a cave where a powerful beast resides, and North of that the way to a volcanic zone, how exciting!.

Next I'll work on making the maps contained within this one, and the map of the volcanic zone

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 3.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: food consumption. Word Count: ~3k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 2. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 4.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Last night had been rough for Chan. He’d barely gotten any sleep, memories of his home planet and of the tougher missions with his crewmates plagued his mind the entire night, waking him up constantly. His body was restless, his pent up frustrations leeched onto his bones, making him feel as if he weighed ten times more than he did.

As soon as the first rays of sunshine came through the big windows of his chambers, he’d woken up for good–the little will to continue sleeping was completely out of his grasp by that point. He stood up from the bed, and took sluggish steps towards the washroom to get himself ready for the day.

A schedule had already been prepared in his mind by the time Wang Eun had knocked on his door.

“Gooooooood moooorning”, Wang Eun came into the room holding a tray securely in his hands with Chan’s breakfast on it, his voice was chirpy, too animated for Chan’s current grumpy state.

“Morning”, was Chan’s only reply as a yawn threatened to come out of his mouth.

“Rough night?” Wang Eun neatly placed the plates on the table.

“That’s an understatement”.

Wang Eun just gave him an apologetic smile. “Anything I can help with?”

Chan thought for a moment. Was there anything Wang Eun could help him with? Ultimately, he knew what his answer would be. “Not really. This is a me problem”.

Wang Eun hummed in response, prying no further. 

They chatted for a few more minutes, until Wang Eun excused himself, leaving Chan to have his meal on his own.

Sometimes he wondered if he could ask Wang Eun to stay. He’d gotten used to eating in company since the moment Felix and him fled their home planet together. Yet, he didn’t really voice it to Wang Eun, he didn’t even know if it was appropriate to ask that of him.

Chan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He finally sat down at the table, taking spoonful after spoonful of food into his mouth. As usual, the food was really tasty, and he made a mental note to find whoever was cooking these meals of the Gods to thank them directly for their service.

Thankfully, he felt a bit less grumpy with a full stomach now. Thoughts of his friends popped up into his head, and he immediately reached into his trouser’s pockets to take out the slab of marble given to him by Dev.

Holding the stone in his hand, Chan whispered the man’s name as he’d been instructed to do, and waited for a bit. 

Nothing happened.

With a frustrated sigh, Chan shoved the damned thing back into his pocket, and got up from the table. He quickly made his way into the washroom to grab a towel. And finally, he left his room with a clear destination in his mind.

The training grounds.

The way to the training grounds wasn’t as straightforward as Chan would’ve liked. He had to constantly stop in the middle of the castle corridors and ask people walking by for directions. Eventually, though, he managed to get there, all thanks to a lovely woman who took pity on him and walked him right to the correct exit.

The training grounds were big, much bigger than he had expected.

It was a coliseum-like structure, with several levels and floors. There were lots of different areas to train in, a climbing wall on one side–where people could be seen hanging from already–a flat terrain, encompassed by walls where all sorts of weapons hung, and even an area with machinery for a more basic exercise where people could keep to themselves.

Looking at this place, he couldn’t help but think of Changbin. His friend would be ecstatic to find himself in a place like this one, and Chan briefly hoped he could bring Changbin here when he was back from the trip.

The most eye-catching area within the training grounds was a maze-like structure where people were sparring in, jumping up and down from the different levels, practising different combat tactics in pairs or even in groups. 

Chan made a beeline towards the machines. The area reminded him of the gym he and Changbin had built back at their base, and the memory made his lips quirk up a bit.

There were people in this area, too, but everyone was mostly focused on their own movements and stretches to pay any attention to him. He was glad it was this way.

Chan started his usual warm up routine, getting his body ready for the strain that would follow. It was relaxing, really. The more he stretched his body, the more he could feel that heavy sensation leeching to his bones fade away.

He spent a good hour just lifting weights, until every fibre in his body begged him to stop. He didn’t want to, but he had to. If he hurt himself, who was going to work on the communicator then? So, with a satisfied sigh, he placed the weights on their designated spot on the rack, and finished his routine with more stretches to help ease his sore muscles.

It was just as he was finished with his workout, as he gulped down some water and wiped the sweat from his face, that he felt a nudge against his side.

Freyja, the Queen’s furry companion, stood next to him, nudging his hand with her nose–a silent request for pets.

“Hey there, baby girl”, Chan brought his hand to her head so he could scratch behind the panther’s ears, and a rumbling sound immediately resonated from deep within her. “Where’s your mum?”

Freyja looked at him, then to the side, and she fixed her gaze in that direction.

Without stopping the movement of his fingers on her head, he looked in the same direction. Chan saw her then, the Queen, sparring with another woman–a woman he vaguely recognised as the other person in the room when Wang Eun was introduced to them.

They were both pretty on par��or, at least, that was how it looked to Chan. Every kick and every punch was swiftly blocked by the other, their movements were fast and precise, almost as if they were performing a practised dance.

The other woman was able to block one of the Queen’s kicks, and she held her foot and twisted it, messing up Her Majesty’s balance, ultimately giving Wang Eun’s colleague the upper hand. One nudge of her elbow behind the Queen’s knee sent her straight to the floor, where she landed with a rather violent thud.

Chan wondered how things would play out now.

The woman had bested the Queen quite openly, he imagined she’d be furious, and yet, he was surprised to see the smile on her face as she openly, unabashedly laughed. He heard the ‘Booo, you suuuckkk’ coming from the other woman even from where he was standing, which only seemed to make Her Majesty laugh louder.

The woman then extended her hand, which the Queen took immediately, helping herself up with her partner’s support. They started talking then. Chan was too far away to hear any discernible word, so he continued providing pets to the panther next to him, while he simply watched the two women speak to each other.

With one last chuckle, the Queen hugged the woman before she kissed her cheek and waved her goodbye.

After bidding farewell to the woman, Her Majesty stretched her limbs while she looked around for a bit. Her gaze ultimately landed on the feline sitting by Chan’s feet, then she looked at him.

He waved with his free hand–the other was still occupied with Freyja’s ear. Her Majesty regarded him with a smile, a genuine one, one that made her eyes crinkle at the corners. 

As she started to walk towards them, Chan started to feel it again more clearly… that minute humming that seemed to intensify the moment she came closer.

“Didn’t expect to see you here”, she greeted him when she came within earshot. 

“Was gonna say the same thing, Your Majesty. I wouldn’t have expected the Queen to be… Well, getting her hands dirty?” 

The Queen shrugged, chuckling. “I’m supposed to protect my people. How can I do that if I don’t get my hands dirty?”

“Fair enough. But I’m not gonna lie, that looked quite rough”, a smile came to his face as soon as the words came out of his mouth, and he mentally slapped himself as soon as the teasing lilt in his voice registered in his ears. His sense of self-preservation had apparently been destroyed in the crash along with his ship…

The Queen just laughed at his comment, showing not one sign of offence on her face. “Yes, well… Physical fighting is not my forte, unfortunately. That’s why training is important. But anyway, how’d you find yourself here?”

“I asked Wang Eun last night if there was any place to train, he suggested the training grounds. Thought it would be okay”.

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine”, the Queen reassured him. “As I told you, you can go wherever in the castle as long as you don’t go to the wing past the throne room”. 

Chan just nodded at that. Her confirmation certainly made him feel a bit more at ease about being here, like he wasn’t an intruder, but more of a��� guest.

With a wave of her hand, a water bottle appeared in the Queen’s hand. She drank from it before she looked back at him with a playful twinkle in her eyes. “Wanna spar?”

Chan was slightly taken aback, so much so his hand that was petting Freyja stopped moving. “Is that appropriate?”

She shrugged. “Of course. There are no titles in the battlefield”.

The words flew from his mouth before he could even think about what he was agreeing to. “You’re on”.

The Queen guided him towards an open area, whereas Freyja stayed behind just watching the two of them getting into position.

Although recently he was more comfortable with a blaster in his hand, Chan considered himself an avid fighter. He was strong, agile, and he had an eye for detail in battle. His skills were actually what had saved him many times in the past when he found himself in trouble.

He knew that Lira Le was known for breeding exceptional warriors. Even as a neutral nation, the people who came from Lira Le to other planets would always succeed in battle. However, he had also just seen the Queen spar and lose to another person. In his mind, that meant it would be a fair exchange, wouldn’t it?

The second the Queen lunged at him, he realised just how stupid he was.

It was one thing seeing her fight from afar, but it was a completely different thing to actually experience it. Her Majesty was fast, too fast for him. He was only barely able to block her first kick, when she was already throwing a punch.

It was pretty much impossible for him to hit back, so his body went into full defence mode. He was trying his absolute best to keep from falling to the ground. With every kick, every punch, every swing of hers, he would just barely be able to block it, and her precise movements were wearing him down embarrassingly quickly.

With one last kick, the Queen managed to connect with his chest, effortlessly pushing him a fair distance, until his back hit a pillar. He hadn’t even realised they had moved that far away from the centre of the arena.

Chan was breathless, almost gasping for air. In the blink of an eye, the Queen was once again in front of him, with her hand around his throat, barely applying any pressure, and her face close.

“Aaand you’re dead”.

The Queen released him. He gasped, trying desperately to get air back into his lungs. His body slid down the pillar, and he ungracefully plopped down on the floor, with his back pressed to the structure. 

The Queen crouched next to him, handing him a bottle. “Here, drink some”.

Chan’s breathing was evening out already. With a shaky hand, he took the bottle from the Queen and gulped half of the liquid in one go.

“I must say, you lasted more than I expected for someone that’s not from here”.

Chan huffed. “Please, don’t sugar coat it. I was dead before we even started”.

“And I didn’t even use magic”, she grinned brightly at him, which only aggravated him more.

“And you didn’t even use your magic!” 

Her Majesty chuckled at his reaction. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’ve got potential. If you want to train like one of us, let me know. I can find someone suitable for you to train with. It could help you in your future endeavours… If you know what I mean”.

“...Thanks”, Chan rubbed his chest, right where the Queen had kicked him, trying to soothe the dull pain he was starting to feel. He was pretty sure she hadn’t even been using her full strength. “That’d probably be a good idea”.

A quick shower after being horribly humbled by the Queen on the training grounds lifted Chan’s spirit just the tiniest bit. His achy limbs made him feel comforted, in a way. Like some of his restlessness had evaporated, and even if he was still slightly in pain, he happily made his way towards the Big Bad Wolf to continue tinkering with the communicator. 

“Good afternoon”, Chan greeted the people working on the control room’s doors, who instantly replied a ‘Good afternoon’ of their own with big smiles on their faces.

Talboot was there already when he arrived, just like Chan had expected. The man had apparently moved on from the navigation system, he was now instructing a few others on the best way to start repairs to the outer shields. 

The atmosphere was good on his ship. Everyone moved between rooms, some people focused on their immediate tasks, others simply planned out their next tasks in small groups, all as an animated chatter filled the space.

To Chan, it felt normal. It gave him flashbacks of him teaching Jeongin–the youngest member of their team–how to fix certain components of a ship. The memories immediately flooded his mind, and a sad smile threatened to show on his lips. He shoved these feelings deep down into his heart as soon as they came. There was no time for that, there were more pressing matters at hand than his own measly feelings. 

Hours passed by, Chan’s hyperfocus on the communicator provided a getaway for his troubled thoughts. He was close to getting somewhere with the damned thing, so, so close. Yet, in an almost cruel reality check, he realised it wasn’t quite ready.

Sparks flew from the circuit board the moment he tried to run electricity through it. A frustrated groan passed his lips, and he threw the screwdriver he’d been holding in his hand on the floor.

“C’mon, boy”, Talboot’s words broke through his hazy mind. He honestly only half-registered the old man was talking to him directly. “If you’re throwing things around it means it’s time for a break. I got something for you”.

Chan looked up at him. A decorated white box sat in the man’s hands. Talboot proceeded to sit on the chair closest to Chan, carefully undoing the pretty ribbon on the box and opening it.

“My daughter–I talked to you ‘bout her, didn’t I?–she made these for us. I’ve been dealing pastries all around the ship. Help yourself”.

Chan just chuckled, wiping his hands on a clean rag before looking into the box and picking up one of the sweet treats. An involuntary–borderline embarrassing–moan left his mouth when he had his first bite. The taste was a combination of sweet and tangy flavours that made him close his eyes and furrow his brows. 

“This is so good”, and he really meant that. He proceeded to take another bite, and another, and another…

“Told you”, were the only words Talboot offered in response as he handed Chan another pastry, which he immediately took.

“You look tired”, Talboot said to Chan after a while. There was an amused look on his face as he looked at Chan’s puffed cheeks, filled with the half-chewed dessert.

Chan chewed quickly, and swallowed the lump of dough in one go before answering him. “I am. Got my ass handed back to me today by Her Majesty in the training grounds”.

Talboot chuckled at that. “Ah, of course. She’s quite the fighter, although, I must say, the High King is physically much stronger”.

The High King, right… Chan decided to ignore the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach at the mention of the King. He honestly would much rather turn a blind eye to his existence for now. Instead, he decided to focus on a different, underlying piece of information in Talboot’s words.

“You know the Queen? Like, personally?”

“‘Course I do! I’ve seen her grow up to the woman she’s now with my own eye. My youngest and her are close friends. You might’ve seen her with Her Majesty a few times. She works at the castle, too”.

The image of the woman sparring with the Queen in the training grounds crossed Chan’s mind, and his brain made the immediate connection. “Ah, yes. I think I’ve seen her”.

Talboot offered another pastry to Chan, which he took–almost greedily–from the old man.

“I find it interesting how everyone is on such friendly terms with their ruler”, the comment left his mouth before he could think about it, the topic genuinely sparked curiosity in him.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Talboot seemed to be… confused at the question, which threw Chan for a loop.

“I mean”, Chan swallowed his dessert before continuing, “I’ve never seen a monarch so close to the people around them. They tend to be… colder, I guess”.

His thoughts immediately went to his own home planet, before the invasion. He had seen their ruler only once. But he could still remember the way they treated their ‘servants’ as they called them, as well as their subjects… “I don’t know… They’re usually… hated by the people”.

Talboot was quiet for a moment, clearly mulling over Chan’s words. Until finally he spoke, emphasising his statement with a shrug. “You should probably stop comparing our rulers to others. Things work differently here”.

Chan just hummed in response, with his eyes fixed on the screwdriver he had thrown on the floor earlier.

The words from the old man lingered in his mind for the rest of the afternoon.

The room was quiet save for the scratching sounds of pencil on paper. Chan’s expert hand moved along the pages with practised ease as he dumped his thoughts in his journal for safekeeping.

It’d been years since he’d picked up this habit. Every night, he’d sit down to write. It could be whatever happened during the day, or even his own convoluted feelings. Writing his thoughts down on paper not only helped him store useful information, but also, it helped ease some of the weight those ever-present thoughts seemed to have in his mind.

Some nights, the activity helped immensely. Other nights… not so much. But he still tried regardless.

Chan put the pencil down and leaned back on his chair. The faces of his friends were the first thing to pop up in his mind when the noise in his head returned. He reached for his pocket, and pulled out the marble slab once again to hold it in his hand.

He analysed the thing carefully, trying to see if there was any way to activate this so-called communicator. Unfortunately, to him, the thing still just looked like a stone.

Chris.

A whisper of his first name startled him. So much so, his body jumped a bit in his seat at the sudden sound.

Chan.

Oh, boy. He surely was going crazy now. His own name was now becoming another haunting presence in his mind.

Bang Chan!

“What the fuck?!” Chan pushed himself up from his chair rather violently, unable to hide the panic in his voice.

Dude, we’ve been trying to talk to you all day! Are you okay?

A voice oddly similar to Felix’s ran through his mind, and it made Chan knit his eyebrows together.

“Man, I’ve truly lost it now”, Chan brought a hand to his hair, and pulled the strands gently between his fingers in an attempt to ground himself.

You’ve not lost it. I’m literally talking to you.

Chan’s eyes opened wide, looking around the room like his friends were about to pop out from the closet.

Look at your hand, idiot. You’re holding the stone, aren’t you?

It was Changbin’s voice speaking to him this time, and Chan’s eyes immediately snapped back to the white slab in his hand.

“What the fuck?! Is this how it’s supposed to work?! You’re like… like worms in my head!”

Yes, that’s how it’s supposed to work. When you hold the stone, you can hear us. But it needs to be touching skin.

It was Dev’s voice this time. Chan physically face-palmed himself. A vague, distant memory of Dev’s explanation on how to use the communicator crossed his mind. Chan swore under his breath, suddenly feeling annoyed at himself for not having paid enough attention back then.

“How are you guys? Have you eaten? Are you hurt?” Chan’s questions rushed past his lips now that he was finally able to voice his concern directly to his friends.

We’re fine. It’s like a camping trip! Dev’s been feeding us well, and everything’s beautiful out here

Chan couldn’t miss the enthusiasm in Changbin’s voice, it was almost palpable, and he immediately felt his body relaxing at the lack of urgency in the way he spoke.

How are you, though?

Concern laced Felix’s question. How silly of him. They were the ones out there in the middle of the forest, while Chan was sleeping in a soft bed and eating warm meals…

How silly of Felix to show concern for him.

“I’m fine”, Chan was fine. Was he not?

Are you sure?

“‘Course! I’ve been working on repairing the communicator. I’ve made some progress, but it’s not quite there yet”

Mmm…

Felix’s low baritone humming in Chan’s head sounded incredibly sceptical. Yet, he didn’t press Chan further.

Their conversation picked up from there. The boys told him everything they had seen so far. From bioluminescent flora, to huge–yet friendly–wild life. Chan genuinely couldn’t keep the smile from his face at just how joyful his friends’ comments were.

Chan also learnt that the Queen herself had been in touch with them constantly, giving Felix pointers on how to perform certain spells, or just in general conversing with them. She had given them updates on the state of the ship as well, providing essentially full reports on what was good, what was damaged, and what was being worked on. Which Chan highly appreciated. Knowing his friends weren’t completely in the dark when it came to the progress made on the ship’s repairs did give him some peace of mind.

Their conversation continued well into the late hours of the night, until Chan heard Felix’s words slur into unintelligible nonsense. Even Changbin was already fast asleep by that point.

With their last ‘Good nights’ and ‘Stay safes’, Chan’s tired steps took him to his bed. The plush bedding welcomed him almost eagerly, ready for him to spend his first decent night of sleep since the crash.

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[levis-little-nuggie]

hi! i just saw the post about requests and could you write some fluffy sex headcanons with the brothers? we don't really see stuff like that so i thought i'd ask

Bless you nonny for the request 💜💜 this uh, turned out a lot longer than I had anticipated, probably because I haven't written anything in a good while 😅

Asmo and Belphie will have their own posts 💜

Nsft, obviously, so everything is under the Read More. I made the reader as gender neutral and inclusive as I could. Please let me know if at any point, I was exclusive.

Fluffy Sex Headcanons of the Demon Brothers

(minus Asmo and Belphie)

Lucifer

This man will top or bottom solely dependent upon what you want. Sex with him is moreso about pleasing his partner than just getting off. His preferences are fine tuned to your desires and your body’s limits. Lucifer’s sin feeds off of the immense pride a lover feels when they know you and your body better than you do

He may act cold and aloof in public and in front of others, coming off as stoic and arrogant, but it’s a completely different story behind closed doors.

However you want him, he’ll comply. You’ve done the impossible and captured his heart.  Don’t let this old man and his brown shoes fool you, he’ll drown you in passion.

He’ll gladly play the Dom role, but he’ll also gladly be your sub as well.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer him to Dom, you can expect an intensive aftercare routine that would rival Asmo’s. It’s not that he doesn’t like hurting you or pushing you to your limits, he just wants to reward you for being so good for him and wants to remind you how much he loves you.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer to Dom yourself, go crazy! While you would be capable of marking and bruising his skin, you can’t physically hurt or break him beyond light scratches. He can break out of whatever restraints you put him, even if they are demon-grade. You would need actual spells to diminish his strength to put him on par with a lower-class demon if you wanted him to actually feel any real pain, but if it’s what you want, he’ll do it. Expect a conversation beforehand about what you want and how he can do that for you. He wants there to be clear communication so he knows how best to serve you in the moments to come.

Sure the sex is fantastic, but he’ll show you how much he loves you in the tender moments after. The afterglow is his favorite part, both of you basking in the remnants of pleasure coursing through you, the physical numbness, and the swell of feel-good chemicals swirling through your bodies. This is when he’ll hold you closest, pepper your skin with kisses unable to stop himself, he’ll play with your hair if you have it, his eyes will be bright, his smile will be unrestrained. He may even start humming a long-forgotten lullaby or your favorite song as he rests his head against your chest, hearing your heartbeat in blissful content until one of you decides it’s time to get cleaned up.

No matter how long the day has been, the amount of hours he’s put into all that damn paperwork, he’ll always make time to pamper you after sex. If you prefer to shower alone, he’ll let you go first and have the bed ready with new, clean sheets and clean towels set out for you when you’re done. Prefer to sleep with pajamas? He has a drawer dedicated to your favorite things along with some new ones he bought for you.

Mammon

Ah yes, the tsundere. The dumbass in the streets, dumbass in the sheets. The one who has more hair-brained ideas than he does fingers and toes in one week. One of the greatest banes of Lucifer’s existence.

His push and pull personality might have you questioning the validity of his feelings, but I believe that Mammon wouldn’t be partaking in fluffy sex at all unless he was absolutely smitten.

With how his brothers treat him, he’s reluctant to open his heart to you and fully accept that at some point, you won’t start insulting him either. However, equipped with the sin of greed, Mammon’s completely helpless when you compliment and reassure him. 

His standoffish attitude is a front, a feeble attempt to keep up his reputation as “The Great Mammon,” but he’s got himself wrapped around your finger before he even realizes it and that facade would melt away instantly at your smallest of smiles, a kiss on his cheek or back of his hand, a surprise compliment, anything that makes his heart skip a beat. 

Of the brothers, he has one of the weakest composers around you mainly because he’s also one of the horniest. 

Sex with Mammon can be rushed;  a quickie between classes, a broken composure that has him feeling dehydrated for you, a clash of tongues and teech and a burning desire that encompasses both of you until you find release.

However, the sweetest and fluffiest sex with Mammon would be when either of you are feeling emotionally vulnerable. 

He’ll treat you like you’re the greatest treasure to have ever existed in all three realms, with a delicacy as if you’re fragile because he knows he can be careless and reckless. He’ll be in his head a lot making sure he’s taking care of you, that you feel good, doing his damndest to keep you satisfied so there’s no room in your heart to doubt him. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep that sparkle in your eye when you look at him, to never lose you and never have to experience the day you realize his brothers have been right all along. 

And I mean he’ll do whatever and however. Any wish is his command, but you’ll have more work cut out for you if you suggest the both of you participating in a threesome or more. He wants you all to himself, it’s his greed, but it’s your reassurance and validation that will have him like putty in your hand. 

He’s more than okay with both of you falling asleep in your mess, but more often than not, he’ll wait until you’ve dozed off to clean up. In these moments, he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin, like polishing a priceless jewel. His intentions are pure, most of the time, he just likes to wait till you’re asleep so there’s no chance for you to tease him about it. It also allows his greed to soak up your peaceful expression, the way your body reaches out to him after he’s finished cleaning and comes back to curl up next to you. 

There’s a secret photo album hidden on his phone filled with pictures of the both of you like this, your lashes against your cheeks, your freckles or sun spots, any blemishes or scars that he’s covered in kisses countless of times, your hand in his and vice versa, memories of how sweet and tender your love is, filled with emotions he struggles to put into words. 

Leviathan

It all depends how you play your cards with this one. Teasing him is easy and it’ll get him all flustered, but pair that with his raging horniness and you’ll be walking a fine line between a Dom or sub Levi.

However, if it’s fluffy and sweet sex you want, treat him gently and he’ll return the favor. It’ll take a bit of time and effort to get here, on both your parts, but if you’re willing to put in the work, he’ll make it worth it. Like Mammon, this means sex will be its fluffiest when either both of you or one of you is emotionally vulnerable.

We’ve recently been blessed by the devs on a cannon description of his tail, confirming that it is snake-like with scales. This also means, however, that his tail is sensitive to touch and he has full control of its movements. During a more sweet intimacy, he likes to wrap his tail around a limb, your arm or your leg. It’s only when he’s in Dom or sub mode that he likes to use his tail in a more active manner.

It’s important for him, whether he realizes it or not, that during these moments, that he’s the one touching you, not his tail. If you ask him to use his tail too much during sex, he’ll start to think that you’re only with him because of his tail.

He’ll want to see you even though his room is dimly lit. He also knows his tub bed might not be the most comfortable so he’ll invest in a mattress to put on the floor by the tank, and a few fluffy blankets, from the Ruri-chan line of course, to keep you warm and comfortable so you’ll never want to leave his room, just like him.

He prefers any position that has the two of you lying together, with your face in clear view because he can’t get enough of the faces you make because of the pleasure he’s responsible for making you feel. He’ll be more focused on your voice, your body language, your reactions to reassure him he’s doing something right.

To see your naked skin kissed with the reflection of the water from the tank is his favorite part. He actually got a nosebleed the first time he saw you like that. 

Sex with the otaku is a learning experience that requires patience and repetitive reassurance. He’s certain that no one could ever love him, and it’s going to cost a lot of mental energy, and it can be disheartening at times where it seems he’s not made any progress in loving himself at all, but you’ll both also have an opportunity to create something truly beautiful between the two of you. Falling in love with your best friend, and having your feelings returned with all their heart is one of the most beautiful things to ever experience.

Satan

I like to imagine that Satan is akin to that tiger DILF in Zootopia looking at his tablet while on the train, you know, the one who looks like he’ll take good care of you? Listen, during one of his Devilgram stories, the man pitches a tent (like an actual tent, not a boner you guys) and makes both of you cups of hot chocolate. You can pry this hc out of my cold, dead hands.

Sex with Satan is actually more often fluffy and sweet than anyone would assume because he’s the Avatar of Wrath. Just like all the other brothers, Satan is more than his sin. That being said, Satan is still CEO of Angry Sex™ but he’s also more intune to his own feelings than the rest of his brothers. 

It’s after his more violent fits of rage that he’s seeking your comfort. It’s difficult for him to come down from his wrath; the worse the fit is, the more broken and twisted he feels. He didn’t like coming to you at first because he knows how mentally draining it can be for a human to deal with someone like that, but you’ve insisted in your endearing and stubborn way that he can and needs to rely on you more. You threatened to find all the sources proving your point for the success of any relationship and he eventually gave in, accepting your kindness and your love.

In turn, he provides you with an arsenal of reading material and spells you can arm yourself with for a plethora of reasons; mainly self-defense against demons, a history of successful and failed attempts to prank Lucifer, as well as guides for subjects in class to help you study.

Unlike his previous brothers, sex with Satan is more about the pleasure you both feel. Of course he’ll still be mindful of your pleasure, but he can also get lost in his own desire. No matter how far gone he is, you know that the moment you utter the safeword, he’ll stop immediately and assess the situation. The safeword is actually a simple spell that he’d found when you two started getting more intimate.

On days he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll dress up for you; a collar with a bell, cat ears, a butt plug with a tail attached. He loves to be your little kitty cat, and will practically foam at the mouth if you ever dressed up like a slutty cat for him, but this doesn’t lead to fluffy smut times.

While he has no issues with PDA, Satan reserves his more soft and fluffy side for when you two are totally alone. He’s proactive in looking up cute date ideas and is the type to go all out turning his bed or his floor into a nest of pillows and blankets, cups of tea, hot chocolate, coffee, whatever you prefer, a variety of little snacks, and turn his wall into a projection screen to watch old-fashioned black and white romance movies. 

For Satan, it’s the moments leading up to the sweet intimacy filled with love and adoration that are his favorites. Being the reason your face brightens, tears of happiness well in the corner of your eyes, the way your smile makes his heart stutters, Satan loves showing you how much you mean to him mainly because he knows he’s not the best with words. He could recite any poem of strings of song lyrics, but he believes actions speak louder than words.

He actually prefers for you to have control in these moments; there’s less of a chance he could hurt you and it’s another way to prove his love. He’ll only ever bottom for you. He was reluctant at first, but it’s like you opened his eyes to a whole new world he didn’t know about. He still likes to act like he's a cat and you're his mouse, but he also likes it when you take over and make him bow to your whim. You've gained his trust as well as his heart and he believes that the power dynamic in a relationship should be balanced.

During the most intimate moments, either right after sex or waking up together in the morning after sleeping in, you'll both enter this Cat Speak mode. One of you will start, just a cute little "mrow?" and you'll go back and forth entertaining a semblance of a conversation but without saying anything. There's no actual conversation happening, it's just the two of you making cat noises at each other, giggling and riding the high of this special intimacy specially reserved for these moments of bliss.

Beel

Let’s be honest, 9 times out of 10 your sex with the sixth-born will be fluffy and sweet. He’s like the personified version of a golden retriever. He loves you and has the instinct to want to take care of you. You’re such a small, delicate human, and his brothers love you too so when you’re in Beel’s care, he makes sure you’re satisfied more than just sexually. 

Anything you’re willing to give him, he’ll accept wholeheartedly expressing his love and gratitude in the form of huge grins, hugs, a hearty chuckle, and peppering kisses across your face. 

Even though he’s not as sexually active as some of his brothers, once you get this big guy started, be prepared to cancel any plans you have for the rest of the day… and also the day after just to be safe. He has the most energy and will keep going until he’s had you against every solid surface in his room, minus Belphie’s furniture of course. Regardless of your size or how you look, he’ll make you feel weightless as he carries you around the room effortlessly

He loves the way you taste, gliding his tongue over your skin like you’re an ice-cream cone that never melts, he’s actually growled a number of times when you tried pulling yourself away from him. His eyes had turned shades darker than normal before you snapped him out of it. He would apologize profusely and kill the mood so as to make sure he’s in the right headspace and you’re okay. 

This has only happened a few times, but he still loves to taste every inch of you whenever he has you all to himself. He leaves you covered in hickeys and love bites and even though he’ll apologize, you know he feels absolutely no shame in his brother’s reactions to seeing you covered the next day. 

His favorite part is helping you ride out your orgasm with his mouth. He knows he’s more skilled with his mouth anyway and just, the man cannot get enough of you or your taste. Depending on where he’s at when you orgasm, if he’s close, he’ll paint your skin in his release, and then clean up the mess and drag you in for snuggles. If he’s not quite there yet, he’ll assess your energy levels and wait until you’re ready to go again or keep going, depending on who topped or bottomed. He’s all about consent and wants to join you when you’re fully blissed out regardless if he’s finished or not (meaning he’ll deny his own release in order to lie with you).

Aftercare comes almost second nature to him. He’s already carrying you to the bathroom and soaking you off in the shower before you realize it. The warm water and his large hands invade your senses and he urges you to let go, to let him take care of you and it’s like a dream. His calloused hands offer a sort of comforting roughness that keeps you grounded. If you want shower sex, you’ll have to initiate it.

Actually, that’s pretty accurate for Beel. You want sex? You’re either going to have to initiate it or tell him straight out. Poor guy does not take hints well as he is very oblivious.

[darkesthourrpg]

DARKEST HOUR is looking for the COUNCIL MEMBER (FAE KING/QUEEN) connection. Please message THE MAIN for more information regarding this connection and make sure they approve your bio before applying. The connection is OPEN.

NAME OF REQUESTED CHARACTER:

UTP.

AGE RANGE:

UTP.

SPECIES:

Fae. They are welcome to be any subcategory of fae.

WANTED FACECLAIMS:

This character must be a poc, but the FC is UTP. Listed below are tons of suggestions.

Nafessa Williams, Ryan Destiny, Bruna Marquezine, Simone Ashley, Alex Newell, Quintessa Swindell, Nicky Endres, Keiynan Lonsdale, Sara Ramirez, Parisa Fitz Henley, Meaghan Rath, Sydney Park, Tamara Podemski, Ni Ni, Jessica Parker Kennedy, Aisha Dee, Lindsey Morgan, Laura Harrier, Han Ji-hyun, Gemma Chan, Wakeema Hollis, Heather Hemmens, Dilraba Dilmurat, Samantha Logan, Ruth Negga, Aishwarya Rai Bachchan, Taraji P. Henson, Sofia Carson, Francia Raisa, Coco Jones, Yara Shahidi, Mandip Gill, Zión Moreno, Imani Hakim, Aja Naomi King, Han So Hee, Levy Tran, Jennie Kim, Vanessa Morgan, Lulu Antariksa, Diane Guerrero, Melissa O’Neil, Karla Souza, Chloe Bridges, Parveen Kaur, Phillipa Soo, Janel Parrish, Jessica Henwick, Kylie Bunbury, Logan Browning, Aiysha Hart, Chloe Bridges, Alia Bhatt, Jeanine Mason, Elodie Yung, Tessa Thompson, Dichen Lachman, Jessica Lucas, Monica Raymund, Brenda Song, Deepika Padukone, Li Jun Li, Anna Diop, Meagan Tandy, Lupita Nyong’o, Chloe Bennet, Araki Yuko, Natacha Karam, Lucien Laviscount, Tanner Novlan, Blair Redford, Danny Pino, Daniel Henney, Charles Michael Davis, Riz Ahmed, Jesse Williams, Lewis Tan, Zeeko Zaki, Martin Sensmeier, Manny Jacinto, Brian Tyree Henry, Ryohei Otani, ldis Hodge,  Alex Landi, Idris Elba, Dev Patel, Tommy Martinez, Oscar Isaac, Daniel Ezra, Jordan Calloway, Sean Teale,  Adan Canto, Ricky Whittle, Chance Perdomo, Kendrick Sampson, Sendhil Ramamurthy,  Sinqua Walls, Keith Powers,  Remy Hii,  Nick Sagar, Harry Shum Jr., Brian Michael Smith,  John David Washington, Sidharth Malhotra, etc.

CONNECTION TYPE:

King/Queen of the Fae. Leader of Staten Island. Council Member.

BACKGROUND:

As far as the other supernaturals know, Staten Island is the home of the Lost. Random species known as Banshees, Succubi, Phoenixes, Sirens and Dryads. But, in reality, every member of the Lost are actually different types of fae. With fae blood being highly addictive to vampires, fae have been the most heavily hunted species for generations. 

After the previous fae leader was killed in May of 2021 the fae have had temp leaders in and out with nobody staying over a few months. You character would be a permanent solution and stop the revolving door of fae leaders.

As fae leader, your character is in charge of keeping the fae a secret, but to help the new members of fae who are not apart of the court become members. Which we have a number of fae not in the court and a changeling. 

Your character is also in charge of maintaining the mirage over Staten Island, with the help of the Fae Court, to make any non fae court members who visit, leave thinking that Staten Island it is a forgotten borough with no much to do there.

If they want the position or if it’s been thrusted upon them is completely up to you. 

Only one person outside of the court knows about fae currently and that is Devin Khan - it is up you rather your fae told her or one of the previous leaders did. 

Their past is completely up to you. 

[avlillustrations]

Okay so the more I think about this game and it's narrative, the more I dislike so many parts of it. I do stand by the opinion that Yandere Simulator has the potential to be a really good game but as it is now it needs a lot of work and revision. But I'm not really going to talk about that too much right now... but I will talk about it at a later date. So for now lets talk about Senpai Taro Yamada and by extension Hanako.

The more I think about Hanako's character and the role she plays as a rival the more pissed off about it I become. It's so damn stupid! I really want to make her character more interesting and less dumb. And in order to do that her brother also needed to be redesigned. Lets face it Taro Yamada has got to be one of the blandest, most boring aspects of this game. Not just design-wise either. (Also can't get past that he looks like a Yandere-dev's self insert character.)

Like seriously where's his personality? All I really know about him is he's a loner who reads books all day, listens to Mozart, and his only friend is a girl he's lived next door to most of his life. How is this loser attracting attention from 10... no 9...no SEVEN kickass female characters?! (Not including Yan-chan). And before I get carried away there's nothing wrong with reading (I love reading) or listening to classical music just that it seems he doesn't have any other interests besides those things. Honestly Taro gives me old man vibes more than 18 year old boy.

I have a kind of vision for how to make Taro at least a little more interesting. Obviously, this is just my opinion and some other people could most likely do a much better job with him than me but I'm gonna take a shot at it anyway. First off I was trying to draw a much more handsome version of Taro. I was trying to make him look like a Shojo manga love interest. The vision I had in my head was maybe a bit of a cross between Kyoya from OHSHC and Asuka from the Otomen manga series. I didn't really succeed in my opinion but I do still like this drawing. As for his personality I kinda want to stay true to the original Senpai but just expand on it a little. Bear with me here, I'm not the best story teller when it comes to typing things out. Imagine a school boy whose so insanely popular due to his handsome looks and intelligent, cool persona. Everyone is in awe of him but also a little intimidated as well. Though there's really no need to be. Rumors circulate about how kind and sweet he is but no one seems to have the guts to say hi. Except his best friend Osana. However once you get to know him he's a huge dork! Clumsy, shy, socially anxious, and longing for some friends buy too introverted to really try to make any. It also doesn't help that every time he walks past a group of people they all start whispering sometimes giggling behind him. "Why are they laughing? Do I have something on my back? Why does no one talk to me? Do they hate me or something?" Maybe it's a little trope-y and silly but this is all I've really got at the moment. I just really think it could work for his character if he's an introverted, clumsy bookworm with severe social anxiety. At least so it contrasts his looks. Thinking about the rivals I could easily see some of them (like Kizana) being taken in by his looks, and the others (like Amai) falling for him as a person. Plus it makes it easier to rewrite his relationship with Hanako. Basically I want her to be the exact opposite of her brother. He's shy, introverted with social anxiety. She's an extraverted, social butterfly who thrives on social interaction, Taro is oblivious and not very good at reading social cues. Hanako is attentive great at reading people. Basically I'd like them to be very close siblings who care for each other. Instead of Hanako acting like a clingy 5 year old how bout she's actually acts the way a younger sibling would act, but just more friendly? I'd like her to be encouraging of her brother to put more of himself out there and make more friends but also extremely protective of him in social situations. I'm not finished fleshing out this idea so I'll return and talk about it at a later date.

As always let me know what you think. I know I probably didn't really paint a good picture here but I do hope it makes Taro at least slightly more of an interesting character.

[browneyedmissy]

JV: Childhood Part II

Summary: Her brother was off at college. She had to take care of her siblings. When her schoolwork struggles as a result, she made a friend who only made things more complicated.

Part one here

Author's Note: I actually had this written up already and was supposed to be part of the first half but I somehow wrote too much and Tumblr wouldn't let me post it all at once.

High school took a sharp turn for her.

Without Avi, Jackie was taking care of her siblings more while her parents were at work. She would walk directly from her school when the bell rang to her siblings' schools and then make them a snack when they got home. She was able to start her homework a bit before dinner and she would work some more afterwards to keep up.

There were days where she found herself deeply envious of her classmates. Most of them were involved in clubs after school and sometimes she longed for the normalcy. But that feeling was squelched when she got to school and saw her siblings run up to her with bright eyes and full of love.

She found a deep level of interest in biology and was able to keep up until her junior year when the workload she had in addition to her responsibilities at home began to take a toll on her.

When her parents came home and she wanted to mention something to them about taking less responsibility, she stopped when she saw the weariness in their eyes. She had watched what it was like for them as Indian immigrants who spoke perfect English but with a heavy accent to live in the United States. Sometimes while they were out, the people they interacted would not understand them and she would see her mother hesitate just a fraction of a second and before her mother could turn to her, Jackie would step up.

They had tried for years to open up the store they had back up but after all of the costs, even their combined salary had made it hard to save for what they needed to start it up again.

"We're lucky we have you, beta." Her mother had said with a murmur, smoothing the top of her head.

She would nod and feel the burning of guilt she had of being a normal high school student.

Her grades started slipping and when she saw the C on her math examination, she felt her cheeks burn especially when she noticed that her classmates on either side of her had gotten a B+ and an A-. She suddenly felt like she was an imposter, masquerading as a smart person and that someone was going to come in and kick her out of class at any moment.

"How did you learn how to do those word problems?" Jackie asked the classmate on the left. What was her name again?

"My mom has been helping me. I didn't get them at first and I know most of our classmates have tutors. I can help you after school, if you'd like." She said with a smile.

"I have to take care of my siblings." Jackie said with a grimace.

"Dev and Anika, right? My mom's one of the teachers in the elementary school and Dev was one of her students last year."

She blinked at the girl. How did she know that when this was the first time Jackie had talked to her? "Uhh yeah, I…"

"You don't know my name, do you?" The girl quirked an eyebrow at her. "We've been in classes together since freshman year."

Jackie had the decency to feel embarrassed as she shook her head.

"Alexa Chan." She laughed good naturedly and stuck out her hand. Jackie shook it.

"Jackie Varma."

Alexa gave her a grin. "I know. How about I come home with you and we can work on the homework together?"

-

Her siblings adored Alexa.

The first thing she did when she met them at the school was bend at the knees a little so that she could look them straight in the eye when she shook their hand. Dev's eyes had widened a little and he puffed up his chest as if he was full grown. When Ani asked if she was coming over, Alexa had nodded, telling her that she needed to tell her mom first.

Their eyes had been wide as saucers when they figured out who her mom was.

They had gone to school the next day to tell everyone who would listen that Mrs. Chan's daughter was friends with their sister and she was over at their house.

Her parents liked her as well. She was extended a dinner invitation often and her parents were happy she had found a friend who was smart and capable.

Alexa started coming over twice a week when she didn't have swim practice to help Jackie with math. In return, Jackie helped her memorize her science flashcards.

Alexa wanted to be an engineer, Jackie learned. She was good at math because her mother had taught her how to understand it since she was a kid and she liked looking for patterns. She was an only child so she liked being around her mother's students and around her siblings.

And she was so pretty. Jackie couldn't help but notice her soft her hair looked and how kind and genuine her smile was. Sometimes at night, she had dreams where they were walking down the street, holding hands and no one did a double take when she leaned over and pressed a kiss on Alexa's lips.

She shook her head. Alexa was the only friend she had made in years and she couldn't jeopardize it over a crush.

It wasn't as if she hadn't had crushes before. But she kept her feelings close to her chest, especially when she realized that she might like girls as well. Or prefer girls. The sexuality thing freaked her out because the last thing she needed was for people to stare at her for being Indian and gay.

"Hey, do you want to come watch me swim on Friday? I'm going to be swimming with the varsity team." Alexa said excitedly.

"Yeah, Avi just came home so I can ask him to watch my siblings."

"Ooh yay!" Alexa gave Jackie a hug and pulled back with a horrified expression. "Sorry, I don't think I've ever hugged you before."

Jackie felt her cheeks burning. "We're good."

-

"Avi, I need you to watch Dev and Anika after school on Friday." Jackie said as she got home that day, her two siblings in tow. "My friend is competing in a swim meet."

Avi raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. "You have a friend, behan?"

"Haha." She rolled her eyes. Her brother stared at her before his face broke into a grin.

"You look happy, Jaks." He observed. "Is this friend actually a friend or do you have a paramour, little sister?"

"My friend's name is Alexa." She said, avoiding the subject.

He didn't skip a beat. "She can be your paramour too."

Jackie blinked as she looked at her brother whose face had become very serious.

"I-" She glanced at their siblings who were out of earshot coloring at the table. "I might like her Avi. But she's also the first friend I've made in a long time."

"If you're willing to let her in, then it might be worth exploring."

-

Jackie took a seat in the bleachers, a book perched on her lap and sunglasses on. She could see the girls warming up on the other side of the pool and Alexa grinned and waved when she saw her. She said something to her teammates and walked over her direction and Jackie felt her heart pounding.

"You came! I'm so excited, Coach says I might have a chance at winning first for the butterfly heat." Alexa said brightly. "I'm up against one of the best swimmers, but I've been training hard."

"Good luck." Jackie offered a smile. Alexa offered one in return before heading back to her team.

The swim meet began and Jackie watched as people swam back and forth in the pool. Her eyes were trained to follow Alexa when she swam, the graceful arch of her legs as she jumped off the block and the way her arms moved through the water effortlessly.

Finally, it was time for the event that Alexa was most excited about. As she stepped up to the block, Jackie felt her heart pounding.

"You got this Alexa!" She shouted. Alexa looked up in surprise and smiled back before getting refocused on the pool.

Her opponent pulled ahead of her the first two laps but Jackie noticed she wasn't keeping up the quick pace. Alexa on the other hand had paced herself and was closing ranks. The last lap they were swimming in tandem and as they reached the wall, Alexa pulled slightly ahead and-

"The winner of the heat is Alexa Chan, by 0.02 seconds!"

"Yes!" Jackie shouted in triumph. She ignored the glances she got from the people around her as she ran over to Alexa who threw her arms out for a hug, her eyes bright.

And as Alexa threw her arms around her, without thinking, Jackie pressed her lips against hers. They were soft and she smelled a little like chlorine as she moved her hands to tangle into Alexa's hair-

Jackie didn't notice the stares until she pulled away from Alexa who had a surprised but pleased look on her face. She pulled back and glanced around as people turned and whispered and suddenly, she felt like she was back in 5th grade, introducing herself to her classmates as Jackie Varma.

"Jackie-"

Without giving her a chance to say anything else Jackie turned and fled.

-

She threw herself into her bedroom, rushing past Avi as she reached home. She ignored him calling her name and she threw herself into her bed facedown.

There was a knock on the door.

"Go away."

"Jaks, your friend Alexa called my phone and wants to speak to you."

"I'm not here."

There was a moment of hesitation before Avi said something Jackie couldn't quite make out.

"Okay, I told her you would call later. Can I come in now?"

"Fine." She said muffled into her pillows.

Her brother opened the door.

"What happened?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Nothing you would understand."

"Behan, I think I of all people would understand."

"No, you won't! You don't live at home anymore, Ani! You don't know what I'm going through and it's easy when you don't have to be around people who know and judge you anymore!"

A terse silence passed. "Do you hate me for leaving? I had to. You'll understand one day. I don't know what you're going through with your friend Alexa, but-"

"I don't want to talk about it! I'm already stared at because we're Indian and I kept my head down through that. I want people to stop staring at me and why can't I just be normal?"

Her voice broke on a sob. Avi sighed and walked over to put a hand on her head.

"Jackie…"

"Don't touch me!" Jackie jumped back and glared at her brother. "Just leave! You're going back to school soon anyways, just- go."

-

She kept her head down for the next few days. Avi had gone back to school and things were sort of back to normal. Alexa had tried to talk to her during class, find her at lunch and after school but Jackie had just stayed silent, staring at the board until Alexa had given up.

Jackie sighed. She missed her best friend but already there were rumors going around the school. They were nosy and Jackie wanted them out of her face.

"You've been avoiding me." Jackie had opened the door to see Alexa standing in front later that day. "Can we talk?"

"Shouldn't you be at swim practice?"

"So you can try to avoid me again? I knew you were keeping track of my schedule. I skipped it. I figured this was kinda important."

"Alexa!" Dev said excitedly when he heard her voice. He moved past Jackie to grab her hand and pull her into the kitchen. "I made a drawing of you and sissy."

Her mouth twitched as she saw the colored drawing. She held it up and Jackie saw two girls, holding hands. Jackie felt her chest tighten.

"Why are they holding hands, Dev?" Jackie choked out.

"They're best friends and they love each other." He said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"I-"

"Dev, can you take Ani to the backyard for a bit so your sister and I can talk?" Alexa said softly. "Thank you for the drawing."

He nodded and took Ani outside. When the door closed, she turned back to Jackie.

"Alexa, when I kissed you…" Jackie stammered.

"I wasn't expecting it." Alexa interrupted with a smile. "But I didn't not like it. But you just ran off before I could say anything."

Jackie stared at the girl in front of her.

"I do like you." Alexa said with a shrug. "I don't know what my sexuality is. Still figuring that out. But I do know that you're smart and pretty and my best friend. And I liked kissing you."

"People saw me kiss you." Jackie's face paled.

"Let them talk."

"How are you so casual about this?" Jackie said weakly. "People are going to stare at us. It'll be just like when I was in 5th grade-"

"Jackie. People are going to talk and stare no matter what. We're different from them. Not just because of that kiss but because we're not white."

Jackie felt nausea coming back up. "I can't have people stare. I won't have it. I can't be seen with you."

Her friend blinked and gave her a sad look.

"Okay. I'm not going to fight you on this, Jackie. I know you better than to try that. I'll keep my distance. But… let me know if you need anything."

As Alexa closed the door, Jackie could feel her heart shattering.

-

Her grades dipped again afterwards. Alexa had been a huge help with her siblings and it was hard to concentrate, especially in math when she still sat next to her.

She started feeling angry. She was angry that she was in charge of her siblings in the first place which led her to meeting Alexa.

She was angry at herself for being a coward and not being able to take people staring at her.

"Jackie, I want to talk to you." Her science teacher stopped her one day after class. Jackie dropped her bag on the ground with a huff. "Is everything okay? Your grades are dropping in my class."

"Yup. Fine. Can I go now?"

"Jackie."

"I don't know what you want me to say Ms. Torres. I have to take care of my siblings after school because the program only lasts until 3:30 for them. My parents can't afford to put them anywhere so I have to help out. So why should I give a damn?” Jackie said angrily. “I can't do anything about it, my siblings need me. And people stare at me because I'm different but I can't do anything about it!"

“You’ve been dealt a crappy hand.” Her teacher said with a critical eye before gesturing at a desk in front of her. Jackie gave a huff before sitting down at the desk and crossing her arms. “It sucks that what you want and what your parents want for you is not the same because that puts you at a disadvantage especially against all of your classmates whose parents can do things like afford tutors and know how to get their classmates into college.”

“It’s not fair.”

The words left her mouth before she could swallow them down to join resentment buried deep down in her heart.

“I know.”

Jackie uncrossed her arms, feeling herself deflate. All the anger that she felt mixed with the exhaustion and sadness that she had felt ever since she had realized how much the world hated her when she was nine and she was left just feeling tired.

“Neither of my parents went to college and they both worked full time jobs. And I was expected to take care of my siblings on top of going to school especially as I got older. I did well enough until I got to junior high and all of my classmates started doing things like going to camp and getting tutors to help them get ahead. All of a sudden, I was the Latina girl who was struggling to compete because they had all these advantages.”

"Exactly. If it's not fair, why should I try?"

Ms. Torres observed her quietly for a moment. "Your brother said the same thing."

"Avi?"

"He was one of my first students. He gave me trouble most of the year and then he and I talked just like you did. He told me that you were going to go do advanced classes in junior high and he felt like he missed out on his chance because he had to take care of you and your siblings."

"I didn't know."

"Because he cared about you and Dev and Anika more than anyone. And he got himself together when he realized he wanted to make sure you did more with your life."

Jackie brought her sleeve to her face and it came back wet.

-

"Behan?"

"Hey, Avi. I miss you. And I'm sorry."

He gave a chuckle over the phone. "I wish I had recorded that so I could play it back to you whenever I needed it."

"I kissed Alexa. I might be gay. I don't know. I don't want to label it right now."

"And you don't have to. You do not have to tell anyone, unless you want to, Jaks."

"I want to go to college." Her voice trembled. "I want to be a doctor. I love science and I'm good at it."

"You go do that then." He said firmly.

"Dev and Anika-"

"Will be fine. Mom and Dad will figure it out. You need to make sure you take care of you too."

"Okay. I love you, bhai."

[corinthbayrpg]

PIPER KAMRA (Anya Chalotra) is looking for her DESCENDANT. Please contact Abby here if you are interested in this connection.

Character Name:

UTP. They could choose to use the surname Kamra in order to make their affiliation with Piper well known, or not. The FC would need to be of Indian descent if they did, though.

Character Age:

UTP. There’s no set age range in mind.

Suggested Faceclaim(s):

UTP. POC & older FCs welcome. Could be Indian, like Piper, but it doesn’t have to be, unless you want to use the Kamra surname. Considering she’s over 3,000 years old and this character doesn’t fall in any particular period of time, so many different gene pools could’ve got mixed in there, it could literally be anyone. A few of my suggestions, if they’re needed, would be: Summer Bishil, Gemma Chan, and Emilia Clarke for women. Dev Patel, Tom Ellis, and Elliot Knight for men.

Relationship to Character:

Piper was originally known as Pandora, and was created by the Greek Gods to bring punishment to mankind, in the form of her jar of curses and diseases. Her descendants also took up the mantle of sowing misery and mischief, though Piper kept the jar. This character would be one of those descendants. I imagine them already knowing about their relationship to Pandora and probably on board with the family mission, but we can definitely discuss otherwise. They could’ve thought it was just an old family story or something, until Piper shows up on their door one day. I’m flexible and down to hash out all the juicy little details together. Piper cares about very little other than herself and the Gods, but her descendant line would be one of the rare exceptions.

Additional Details:

Could be any species so long as the backstory behind it fits the relationship requirement. Considering they’re more “good” types, the only ones I don’t see working would be a fury or a phoenix, but if you have a different feelings on the matter we can talk about it! Piper has only been in Corinth Bay very recently, but it’s UTP for how long your character has, and what they’ve been doing during that time. They could’ve arrived with her, or been living here all along, or came of their own volition for whatever other reason.

[devrajyashvardhan]

He pulled up in the least obnoxious car his family owned, not wanting Kajal to feel out of place when they arrived at her friend's wedding. Despite his consideration and efforts, Dev knew that even their cheapest or oldest car would be considered one of the fancier ones among the others. He hoped Kajal didn't feel awkward. As he got out of the driver's seat, Dev pulled off his shades, the morning sun already shining bright and causing him to wince as his eyes grew accustomed to the brightness. Devraj walked up to the front door and knocked, eager to see his love and even more eager to see her dressed up.

It was the elderly woman who answered the door, her nani who he had spoken to briefly on the phone just a few nights back. "Namaste nani," he pressed his palms together before immediately bowing to touching her feet. "Pairi pauna." He heard the sweet voice respond, "Jeete raho beta. Kajal ke saath Pooja ki shaadi mein jaa rahe ho?" It was obvious she was observing his getup, the expensive sherwani, his neatly styled hair, the small baliyan in his ears. "Haanji nani. Woh tayaar hai?" "Ek minute... Kajal beta! Tumhara dost ayah hai tumhe lehne." She turned her attentions back to him and spoke once more as they waited for Kajal to appear. "Kya naam bataya tha bete?" Dev smiled politely before replying, "Devraj. Devraj Sharma." He always felt so bad saying that last name. His own real name was so wonderful, but he couldn't exactly expose himself.

He could see the gears in her head turning as he continued to stand there and smile, fiddling absentmindedly with the Ray-Bans in his grasp. Dev shook his wrist slightly to reveal his watch so he could glimpse at the time. She should have been ready to go by now. It was then that he heard that familiar chan chan coming down the staircase.

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2021 - July

"Revisited, Part One" by Anonymous (2003)

You can hear the same story a hundred times and find a different telling.

"Ha'mara" by Kevin G. Summers (2003)

If the song is of a genuine soul.

"The Orb of Opportunity" by Michael A. Martin and Andy Mangels (2003)

The end result can’t be known.

"Broken Oaths" by Keith R. A. DeCandido (2003)

Festering is in poor taste, but satisfying nonetheless.

"... Loved I Not Honor More" by Christopher L. Bennett (2003)

Do not forget yourself.

"Three Sides to Every Story" by Terri Osborne (2003)

The world is replete with tragic ends.

"The Devil You Know" by Heather Jarman (2003)

Is the price the only penance?

"Foundlings" by Jeffrey Lang (2003)

A flow chart’s inevitable path.

"Chiaroscuro" by Geoffrey Thorne (2003)

The center cannot hold behind a locked door.

"Face Value" by Una McCormack (2003)

The enemy of my enemy is my necessity.

"The Calling" by Andrew J. Robinson (2003)

Touring farm houses in a tornado.

"Revisited, Part Two" by Anonymous (2003)

After all, you knew.

"Dissection-chan" by Junji Ito (2015)

The soil is purest where we cannot see.

"Blackbird" by Junji Ito (2015)

It’s anchored to the middle.

"Magami Nanakuse" by Junji Ito (2015)

Follow, like, and stay home.

"Whispering Woman" by Junji Ito (2015)

Trust the stranger to provide a whisper.

"Security Booth" dev. Kyle Horwood (2021)

I cannot abandon the sense of place.

Simply Mindy dev. Sexums (2016)

If fucking is the objective, what is the journey?

Zola dir. Janicza Bravo (2021)

Perhaps a respite from the utter seriousness of the pursuers.

A Quiet Place Part II dir. John Krasinski (2021)

The hero is always going to find themselves alone.

Black Widow dir. Cate Shortland (2021)

Circle around to the time warp.

F9 dir. Justin Lin (2021)

The bloat of certainty.

Pig dir. Michael Sarnoski (2021)

The sheen of asphalt has never been so inviting.

Old dir. M. Night Shyamalan (2021)

You could’ve left us wanting.

Snake Eyes dir. Robert Schwentke (2021)

A missed connection.

Jungle Cruise dir. Jaume Collet-Serra (2021)

The rope sags most in the middle.

[attract-mode-collective]

"weLCUM to the motherfucking Queer matrixXx"

In part 1 of my recap of stuff tweeted during the later half of May, over at @AttractMode, I mentioned that one thing that kept me awfully busy… hence the backlog and two-part recap for Tumblr & Medium… was Death By Audio Arcade X Dreamhouse II.

The proper/full name of the soiree was Ova the Rainbow: DreamBoxXx, which is where most of these photos were taken, with a few from Death By Audio Arcade X Dreamhouse I; the photographer on the behalf of Gothamist was there for both opening & closing parties, to help add color to their story...

... BTW, the arcade will open one last time, this Friday (June 8th). Doors open at 7!

And as for the rest of last month... well... back to the subject of arcades for a sec; it’s a dream of many to have the full experience at home, though space is obviously the primary issue. Thankfully you (or your Lego minifigs to be exact) have options (via @ActionFigured)...

This Blast City shirt was designed on a CRT monitor, making it extra legit (no word if it was in TATE orientation tho; via theyetee.com)...

I basically know nothing about Avail, though appears to be a Target or H&M-like retail entity for Japan? Well recently they had a Gradius shirt for sale, but I missed my chance to save a copy of the PDF circular from which it made its seemingly sole appearance.

Hence why I had resort to blowing up this screencap (via miki800.com)...

There's actually a 2nd Gradius tee, and we thankfully have a far better look at it this time (via miki800.com)…

... I almost have to wonder if the 1st one was a mock-up or placeholder or something, cuz I seriously cannot find an image of it anywhere.

Few things get me as giddy as a nice 180 camera turn around with sprites (via segacity)...

And 3D turnarounds of polygonal characters are cool, provided that they’re watercolored (via typhlosionofficial)...

Same (via @BauceSauce)...

Sorry, but the sight of shelf after shelf, all bucking under the massive weight of countless carts & discs, is an eyesore IMHO. Instead, a modest pile of software with plenty of breathing room work best for me (via sixteen-bit)...

Such a beautifully personalized iPhone is essentially an iPhone for life (via miki800)...

A (video game) toy chest… a (video game) treasure chest… basically both? (via miki800)...

Remember hearing about Street Fighter 2 X Transformers? Well, they're finally here (via tfw2005.com)...

To be honest I have enough toys. Whereas I could always use more storage! Hence my interest in these SF2 USB sticks. But I can’t decide which World Warrior I want to see in such sad shape all the (via miki800.com)...

Time for another crossover, specifically Virtual On X bunny girls; a custom model kit of Angelan (via shop2000.com)...

A look at all the Tokyo Game Show poster girls since 2010 (via videogamesdensetsu)...

The first Famciase of 2018 to get my attention now has a fake ad to go with the fake game (via pepesalot)...

I'm 99.99% confident that this gaming set up/living quarters (via @miaumiauzmiau)...

... belongs to Polylina, aka Poririna, aka SEGA SATURN GAL (via this old post from a few years back)...

Note the similar pink curtains...

Who wears their Space Invaders shirt better? This guy (via shmups)…

Or this gal (via thesensualeye)...

The chairs for Space Invaders Frenzy has seen some serious shit (via oh-log-n)...

It’s a Space Invaders bathroom cuz why not (via it8bit)...

Nothing illustrates the harsh game making environment better than this one dev’s cardboard facade, underneath his desk, to emulate home (via videogamesdensetsu)...

Kitchen pantry cat’s prices are way better than bedroom closet cat’s (via @tatuya01)...

Memorial Day took place near the end of May, naturally, which meant another opportunity to repost my fave video starring the greatest soldier of the 20th century (via this other old post from years ago)...

Memorial Day weekend was also when I decided to post a bunch of YouTube vids; remember that one explaining why wiggling Sonic 3D Blast for the Genesis produces a level select? Did you also remember to subscribe to the channel? If so, you’d already know how Sonic R did transparencies on the Saturn...

Do you like Famiclones? Do you like Jackie Chan? Then you might like...

... I ended up going down a Jackie Chan rabbit hole, which resulted in a high-quality version of the infamous soundtrack to Hong Kong 97. Which in turn led to the discovery that the loop is actually a small portion of a full-length song entitled "I Love Beijing Tiananmen".

Sorry to ask everyone to click out, but I have a limit on how many videos I can embed in a single post and all.

Come to see what NES game Bithead1000 broke the bank on, stay to hear him bitch about Trapper Keepers...

Spoilers: it was Metal Storm, and can you believe that it managed to grace the cover of Nintendo Power? Not complaining of, more impressed than anything else (via shmups)...

Time for some bonus Bithead1000, which I’m not posting cuz of the aforementioned technical limitation, plus it has nothing to do with games anyway: hearing him talk about old school rap made my Memorial Day and hopefully it'll make yours, no matter what date it is.

Yet another video I must abstain from embedding is Johnny Cage performs 4'33". Hopefully all of you fans of Mortal Kombat/experimental compositions/shitty webtoons do not feel slighted (via roman55)...

Another look at the “New Aero City” stick, this time with the intended color scheme of yellow for both the balltop & buttons (last time they were red, as seen here; via hibachicandy)...

It’s the guy made Metal Gear and the guy who made Kong: Skull Island, playing Xevious & Ikaruga (via xtheo.ca)...

The beginning of the ultimate road trip (via lazywaifus)...

Like many others, I spent an entire morning pouring over that epic game collection before it was set to be auctioned off at the end of the month; my wish list included a SuperGrafx, TurboDuo, CD-i, Nuon, and Donkey Kong for the OG GB sealed… (via bodnarsauction.com)...

Alas, I couldn’t make the trip to Edison, NJ for the auction. Thankfully, @textfiles could; be sure to check all the photos he posted on May 31 for all that he saw...

Am surprised it took this long to see something like this (via @gamesyouloved)...

… The same source also posted this Sonic gif; I’ve looked everywhere for the source but zero luck… can anyone point me in the right direction?

Back to the aforementioned auction, or should I say the mass acquisition of old games; it’s always been a secret plan to collect a bunch of Super FX carts in order to extract the chips, for... something? (via pixelpolygon)

Thought check out what the Mega Drive/Genesis can do without the help of any fancy chips (via vidgam)...

...BTW, am aware of the fact that equally amazing programmers can probably push the SNES in crazy ways if given chance.

Am also familiar with the SVP or Sega Virtua Processor that drove the 16-bit version of Virtua Racing (which I enjoy better than the 32X version).

Re: the auction one last time: so the real reason why I didn't bother with making that trip to Jersey? There wasn't a Divers 2000 CX-1 on-hand (via anthony10000000)...

Here’s someone really enjoying a game of Zaxxon (via arcadezen)...

And someone... well... maybe enjoying a game of Polybius? (via dualvoidanima)

Okay, so this gif ain’t related to video games per say, yet this came up in a Tumblr that I frequent for super cool shit, plus the music video it’s from is neat, so there ya go (via mendelpalace)...

Speaking of sources for content, worlds collided with the surprise appearance of Just One Boss (which I first encountered at Death By Audio Arcade's Lo-Fi Game Night several months back) at obscurevideogames...

Worlds continued to collide with the surprise appearance of Attract Mode's Dark Souls print by Judson Cowan, in a recent article in Kotaku on the subject of Dark Souls Remastered...

One last last thing: I’ve long considered Suzuki Bakuhatsu to be THE game that best represents the Attract Mode a e s t h e t i c & I’m super happy that the RetroPals finally got around to playing it...

[ttec-official]

Game maps!

Here's a peek on some of the maps of the game!

Campis fields

This is the first overworld map! Just your average grasslands. As you can see, there's a town in the middle, a snowy area up there, a forest, a swamp and at the far south there's a small fisher town

Ornare town

This is where Hikari, the protagonist, was born, and lived through her early childhood, there's a pier, a shop, Hikari's old home, and a random house

Incipiens town

This is Hikari's current home, where she lives with her adoptive mother in the temple north of the town, there are shops, some houses, a bar, and an inn.

Elderia forest

This is a forest, not much more to say, except that there's a mysterious ancient structure south of the forest...

Follow for more updates and sneak-peek's into TTEC's development!

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 5.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: none. Word Count: ~3k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

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Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

As he stirred awake, Chan figured that the restful sleep he’d gotten the night before yesterday was the fluke in his routine. The sky outside his window was still mostly dark, there was only a sliver of light peeking through the horizon. He groaned, turning to lay on his back, training his eyes on the ceiling.

Staring at the intricate patterns above his head, and completely against his will, Chan’s brain decided to replay a specific moment from last night, a memory that was still very fresh, almost haunting him. 

He’d called Dev after Wang Eun left, deciding that indulging in conversation with his friends might get his mood up. He shouldn’t have been surprised, really, but the conversation took an unexpected turn.

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Chan, have you spoken with Her Majesty? She’s not called today…

Dev’s voice rang in his mind, sounding incredibly worried.

“Yeah. I spoke with her around twenty minutes ago. She’s still quite shaken up, it seems”.

Shaken up from what?

“Uh… Oh, yeah… If she hasn’t called it makes sense you don’t know”, Chan felt slightly awkward being the one to relay the news, but he pushed forward, being mindful of his promise to the Queen. “The High King’s back, and he… he was badly injured. The whole castle is talking about it. I don’t think he’s woken up yet, but he is stable, last I heard”.

Shit… She must be so worried if she saw him like that. 

Chan felt an odd twinge in his heart at Dev’s words… He decided to ignore the feeling completely. “Yeah… She looked like it”.

Thank you for the update. I’ll leave you to talk with your friends…

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Chan shook his head, trying to snap out of it. Being honest with himself, he reasoned this heavy feeling in his chest was guilt.

The High King had had one foot in the afterlife, and here Chan was, making reckless advances on the Queen. 

The Queen who–against anything he ever knew about royalty–had taken mercy on them, fed them, gave them shelter, got them a team to fix their wrecked ship, with only a request that seemed to pale in comparison to what she was doing for them in return… Chan decided then that he needed to be careful. He couldn’t put his mission to provide the intel to the Alliance’s leader, nor his friends, at risk, just because of his careless impulses.

With a defeated sigh, he rolled out of bed. He wanted to be ready before Wang Eun arrived, they were going to train again and Chan really wanted to make the most of it. Languid steps took him to the washroom, the cold water spilling from the showerhead helped immensely to clear the fog in his mind.

By the time Chan heard the knock on his door, he had already gotten himself dry, into a fresh set of clothes, and even gotten a few regular stretches of his own done.

“Any news about His Majesty?” Chan asked Wang Eun after their usual morning greeting.

“He’s still unconscious. That’s what’s being whispered in the corridors anyway”, Wang Eun explained as he set the plates down on the table. “Some people are too extreme, though. Saying he won’t make it and stuff…”

Chan hummed to acknowledge what he’d said. He remained silent for a moment while he watched Wang Eun set the table, until he got the courage to ask, “what do you think?”

“Me? Oh, I think he’s gonna make it. The High King’s a pretty tough lad, so there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll make it”.

“Is he as appreciated as the Queen among the people?” Chan asked, finally sitting down for his meal.

“He is”, Wang Eun smiled then, a genuine smile that made his face light up. “We’re all pretty proud of them both”.

Chan nodded, stuffing his face with food. He’d kind of hoped the High King was an asshole. Admittedly, it was a selfish desire. If His Majesty was an asshole, then he figured he wouldn’t feel as guilty as he did. But alas, he wasn’t really surprised by Wang Eun’s statement. A woman like the Queen having an imbecile for a King would’ve been out of character in his opinion.

Wang Eun seemed to have picked up on Chan’s shift in mood, so he cleared his throat to bring his attention to him before he spoke. “Today we’ll continue with upper body training, yeah? Let’s get that going before we tackle the lower half”.

Chan hummed in agreement, letting out a sound that almost sounded like ‘Sure’ while he was still chewing his food.

“I’ll leave you to it, then”, Wang Eun said simply, turning towards the door. “See you in a bit”.

Chan wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to training with Wang Eun. He mostly enjoyed it, he’d admit. The act of learning a new skill was genuinely fulfilling in every way.

His brain and his heart appreciated it. His body… not so much. Every step he took reignited the strain in his muscles, his arms specifically were borderline screaming at him whenever he so much as held a towel in his hand. He was determined to push through, though. In his mind, physical tiredness would hopefully lead to a restful sleep. 

As he made his way from the training grounds to his chambers, Chan saw a few maids hastily gathering together, speaking in hushed tones, just loud enough for him to catch a short sentence: ‘The High King’s just awoken’.

Surprise crossed his features when he heard the words. Before he could even think about what he was doing, he was already making his way towards the infirmary. Curiosity bubbled in him at the thought of seeing the High King fully conscious, of seeing who this man truly was.

With one last turn, Chan found himself in the corridor prior to the infirmary. He immediately stopped in his tracks as he heard faint voices in the distance.

With little to no sense of self-preservation, he walked towards the corner of the wall, and peeked around it to see the Queen herself standing in front of the infirmary doors, talking with one of the healers.

Chan wasn’t sure as to why he decided to sneak around like this. He knew he had almost free roaming privileges in the castle, Her Majesty had never once implied that he couldn’t be walking around the castle like this–save for that one area she didn’t want him in for some reason. However, there was something he wanted to accomplish with this, he just wasn’t sure exactly what.

The healer bowed to the Queen and went back inside the infirmary. Shortly after, Hoseok stepped out, and the High King followed, holding himself up with a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder.

His Majesty was tall, even when he was holding his chest with his free hand, slouching slightly from the pain, he was as tall as Hoseok. Had he been standing straight, he would clearly be taller than him. He would have definitely towered over the Queen by a full head.

This was totally fine. Chan was totally fine with it. Totally not feeling ugly, negative emotions he dared not name coursing through him at the sight of the tall, muscular, objectively handsome High King.

Because that’d be silly of him, if it were the case.

Standing straighter, Chan listened attentively as the group started conversation right there in front of the infirmary.

“How could you be so stupid, Sol? Have you lost your mind?” The Queen’s tone was low, but slightly harsh, which gave Chan pause. “This was too reckless. What were you thinking?”

The High King chuckled, clearly amused when he answered her. “You know exactly what I was thinking, my dear. I saw a chance and I took it. Clearly, not the wisest choice”.

The Queen looked almost furious when she crossed her arms over her chest. She was about to speak, but Hoseok intervened.

“Cut him some slack, Your Majesty. He’s still injured”.

Her Majesty just huffed in response, and immediately started to walk away from the pair. Hoseok and the High King followed suit, albeit a bit slower due to the King’s slight limp.

“It’s impossible to talk with him, much less negotiate. As soon as he saw me his creatures came running and…” The High King’s voice turned into an unintelligible mumble as the group walked farther down the corridor, too far for Chan to hear.

He pressed his back against the wall, forcing his two brain cells to work as he decided that following them would be way too invasive. The guilt he’d felt this morning seemed to be increasing in size inside of him, not only because of what he’d done last night, but also for eavesdropping just now.

One thing kept ringing in his mind as he stood there, though. The High King must have encountered the Charmer, or at least one of his closest subjects. There was no way he’d been injured by anyone other than them.

Chan remembered the Queen’s words when they first arrived here… The High King had no affiliation with the Rebel Alliance, so why would he need to get close to the despicable man in the first place?

Chan had no reason to doubt Her Majesty’s loyalty to the Alliance. Yet, something didn’t sit quite right with him when he heard the High King speaking about the creature. He truly hoped his distrust was unfounded, that the man was as kind as the Queen, and shared her morals and values.

Shaking his head, he stepped away from the wall. He needed to wash up and get back to his ship. The urge to get that communicator up and running immediately surpassed every other emotion within him.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. Chan found himself restlessly tossing and turning in his bed for the majority of the evening. His friends in the forest hadn’t answered when he called, the ship’s communicator still wasn’t fixed, and the haunting questions in his head about the High King’s endeavours with the Charmer and his minions kept him fully awake.

Chan groaned as he sat up on the bed, the sheets now tangled on his lower limbs from all the previous movement. The clock on the wall informed him it was almost midnight, the dim light from the night’s sky shone into his room just enough for him to barely make out the numbers on its surface.

With a sigh, he stood up from the bed. Sleep wasn’t going to come to him any time soon, so he decided a stroll around the castle might help calm his worried thoughts. His body moved slowly, and his sluggish steps took him to the washroom. The cool water from the tap he splashed on his face mildly eased some of that fogginess in his head.

Wiping his face with a clean towel, he rummaged through the closet. Wang Eun had given him an assortment of mostly black clothing throughout the past few days, which Chan appreciated immensely. He settled for the most comfortable garments he could find, a loose sleeveless vest with loose-fitting bottoms. Simple, for such an impromptu activity.

Once his boots were secured to his feet, he was out the door.

The corridors were silent. Unlike the eerie silence from yesterday when people weren’t sure what was going to happen to the High King, this silence was calmer, almost soothing. The wind flowing through the big castle windows was the only other sound in the area, accompanied by Chan’s muffled steps on the corridor’s carpet.

He wasn’t sure where to go, so he let his feet take him wherever they felt like taking him, being mindful to not get into the only area he wasn’t supposed to step into. Chan passed through corridors he couldn’t recognise. Statues of giant animals lined the walls, they startled him sometimes when the shadows of the night passed over them.

On one of the corridors, he spotted an archway that seemed to lead towards one of the many courtyards in the castle. He decided on a whim that that would be his destination for the evening, the fresh air was now incredibly tempting as he took languid steps towards the exit. 

Stepping out into the courtyard provided him an odd sort of comfort. The sky was clear, and the stars twinkled incessantly in its vast darkness. The twin, waxing crescent moons of Lira Le were undoubtedly the centre of attention, they were like two smiles in the endless evening mantle, almost welcoming Chan into the area.

He took his time walking around the courtyard, trying to reason those anxious thoughts out of his head. Not an easy feat, by any means. Ever since he could remember, he’d been this way, especially after the invasion of his home planet.

There would always be thoughts in his head that never let him fully relax. Sometimes, he called them his ever-present demons, those that made it difficult for him to sleep at night, or that woke him up in the middle of the night… It had only gotten worse with time, especially now that he’d taken on such a stressful task. 

He’d not meant to become the leader of his rebel unit. It was something that had happened organically, he was the oldest in his group of segregated misfits and–as Changbin told him often–he was a natural born leader. This, to Chan, was still debatable.

A sigh escaped his lips as he stuffed his hands in his trousers’ pockets. Whenever he thought about it, in retrospect, he became painfully aware that they had all been way too young for this. Too young to fight an endless battle against one of the most powerful tyrants in the galaxy, too young to have experienced such levels of pain and violence.

Even then, though, they all pushed through. They leaned on each other for support as they navigated the world together, as they fought for a better world together. If there was one thing he was grateful for, it was having found his friends.

A dim light in Chan’s peripheral vision caught his attention, as well as the rustling sound coming from the grass. He could hear it in his ears, deep within him, that odd humming sound, almost shaking him to his very core.

He turned to look at the orb of light, and immediately noticed the shape of a person sitting on a bench, as well as a dark shape moving around on the grass.

His feet moved on their own accord, taking him closer to the person on the bench. He already knew who it was, even when it was dark enough to not be able to discern the features of their face from afar properly.

The dark shape on the grass stopped rolling around. Suddenly, it sat up straight for piercing yellow eyes that seemed to twinkle in the darkness of the night to stare back at him. Slowly, the shape trotted in his direction, and Chan got his hand ready to eagerly greet it.

“Hello there, baby girl”, Chan’s voice was almost a whisper when he greeted Freyja. His hand immediately came to rest on the back of her ears, so he could lightly scratch the area.

The feline immediately purred, moving her head around to get as much contact with his hand as possible. Chan’s eyes looked away from the feline in front of him, towards the bench, where he could finally see the relaxed–albeit slightly tired–features on the Queen’s face. She smiled at them, sitting on the bench with her legs folded under her and a sleeping gown hugging her frame.

“Rough night, Your Majesty?” Chan greeted her, just as the movements of his hand on Freyja’s head stopped, and he walked towards the Queen.

Her Majesty chuckled, her gaze following the feline as Freyja returned to her spot on the grass. “It seems like I’m not the only one, huh?”

Chan sat down next to her on the bench with a huff. “Definitely”. 

They stayed in silence for a few moments, both of them just looking at Freyja who was chasing something in the grass. It was… oddly comforting, peaceful, to be in the Queen’s presence. But those ugly feelings of guilt were threatening to crawl back up into his airway.

Clearing his throat, Chan decided to speak. “How are you?”

The Queen’s eyes stayed fixed on her panther. One of her hands moved to the other, and she started turning the rings around her fingers. It was a move that Chan had now come to understand as the Queen’s grounding gesture.

“I’m alright. The past few days have been… really long”.

Chan hummed in agreement, he could relate to that feeling. His next question came out of his mouth before he could stop it, when his curiosity finally bubbled over. “How’s… His Majesty?”

The Queen let out a tired sigh, closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them again to reply. “For a moment I thought he…”

She let her thoughts trail off, her eyes now trained on the ground. With a shake of her head she turned back to look at Chan, and spoke to him with the hint of a smile in her words. “He’ll be fine. He’s tough-headed like that”. 

Chan, once again, just hummed in response. 

He stayed silent for a moment, just enjoying the sound of the critters around them, of Freyja playing around in the grass. Until he finally got the courage to speak again.

“I can imagine that must’ve been really worrying, seeing him wounded in such a way. No one would like to see their husband hurt like that”, Chan’s tone was soft, even to his own ears. He was trying his best to provide some semblance of comfort to her, even when his words stirred something unpleasant within him.

The Queen’s head snapped in his direction, and she blinked a bit. Her eyes darted around his face for a moment before she spoke, sounding beyond confused. “Husband? Whose husband?”

Chan looked at her, blankly. “Uh… Yours?”

Now, he was also confused.

“My…? You think…? Sol’s my brother”, the Queen stated simply, nonchalantly. “My twin brother, actually”.

This was a bizarre turn of events for Chan, something he really didn’t see coming. He’d understood by now that Lira Le was a different culture to his, but he genuinely didn’t have royal incest in his ‘Stranded on a foreign planet’ bingo card. “You… You’re married to your twin brother?”

“What?!” Her Majesty was clearly taken aback by his question. Then, with a violent shake of her head, she snapped back into reality. “Ew! No!”

She laughed. Loudly. Probably too loud for the time it was, she seemed to realise as she brought one hand to her mouth to muffle her laughter, and the other to her eyes so she could wipe the stray tears that were starting to fall. “All this time, you thought I was married? To him?”

Chan could feel the heat creep from his chest, all the way to the back of his neck as embarrassment coursed through him. “Well, I thought… You know, he’s the King! And you’re the Queen! Doesn’t that mean…?”

“No. Things don’t work that way here”, she chuckled. “My brother’s bonded. And he’s also, you know, my brother. Ew”.

She visibly shuddered in disgust at the mere thought of being involved romantically with her brother, which made sense, Chan supposed.

Had he not been right in front of the Queen, he would’ve physically face-palmed himself. It occurred to him then that no one had ever referred to the monarchs of this land as partners in any way, he had just immediately assumed it.

Chan chose to hold onto something else the Queen said, trying to divert the conversation from his idiotic conclusions. “He’s bonded? What’s that mean?”

“Sometimes people are just destined to be together, apparently. When that happens, you bond”, she explained. “Or at least, that’s what they say. Something about matching energies and what-not. I honestly don’t understand it very well, and it’s not very common anyway”. 

“Oh”, was the only thing he could reply. This sparked some curiosity in Chan’s brain, and he figured he might inquire further about it later on, but as it was right now, he was even more curious about something else. “Wait, how come you’re both King and Queen if you aren’t married to each other?”

“Ah, well… That’s just… how it is”, the Queen stayed silent for a moment, playing with the rings on her fingers as she pondered. Ultimately, she spoke again, slightly surprising him with the offer.

“Come with me. It’ll be easier if I show you”.

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