#it's the return of the neon font

[pharawee]

Every decision has its binary choices. Which choice should I take?

[dylanconrique]

i will never in my lifetime understand how someone can have the sheer audacity to stand in front of a retail or food associate and scream and curse in their faces and call them other profanities over the most simplest of things.

[kyannae]

ILIKEU，↷ nagi seishiro.

summary: reo invited you to hang out with him and nagi, and who were you to refuse? except, with a twist where he ditches you two. sucks to suck. (gn!reader)

category: FLUFF BROOOO

warnings: gn!reader, ooc characters(?), friend cancelling last minute :rolls eyes:, cursing, nothing else i think

a/n: here's one for my skrinkly little nincompoop 🤭 also a super late valentines special! i'm having sm fun writing these HAHA (yes this is the fic i mentioned in my previous post. this was the one sitting in my drafts for over a week.)

"m' so tired. hey y/n, is reo comin' or not?" nagi sighed, leaning on your shoulder. you frowned, before checking your phone for the nth time that day, while nagi continued playing video games on his. and that was when you saw reo's recent text, sent a minute ago.

'oops, sorry guys, my parents asked me to stay home today. just hang out with each other!'

an irk mark appeared on your forehead and you nudged nagi's shoulder, drawing his attention to the message shown on your screen. he sighed again, before turning his attention back to his game.

"what a pain..." he muttered, and you chuckled. "wanna go to an arcade, then?" you asked, before typing a furious response back to reo. nagi's head perked up at the mention of an arcade. "sure," he replied, and the both of you set off.

"WHAT THE FUCK?? HOW DO YOU DO THIS SHIT BRO." you yelled, trying your hardest to shoot at all the zombies appearing on your side of the screen. nagi seemed like he wasn't even trying at all- even helping to clear YOUR side too.

"your posture and positioning is wrong." nagi pointed out, before standing behind you, adjusting your posture carefully. you froze, muscles tensing up at his touch. when nagi was done, you returned to the game- finding it much easier.

"yeah! i cleared it! take that, dumb game." you cheered, quickly keying in your name so that you'll be shown on the leaderboard. definitely not the top 10 or 5, but you were still happy nonetheless.

nagi hummed, a small smile appearing on his face at the sight of your childlike happiness.

"heyy, hey! nagi! i'm going to go and top-up my arcade card." you waved your hand infront of the spaced out male, whom blinked before mumbling out an "okay."

he eventually got bored waiting, opting to play a nearby game while he waited.

he stuck out his tongue slightly in concentration, fingers skillfully maneuvering the controls. he sighed in relief upon completing the game, and stretched when he saw that he got first place- again.

he was about to key in his nickname so that his score could be saved on the leaderboard, but that was when you appeared.

"I'm back! oh, you got first again. tch." nagi looked up at you, and although cliché- you looked...like...woah. the glow of the neon arcade lights behind you, the jealous look on your face which you weren't doing a very good job at hiding- it was all so, so perfect in his eyes.

he nodded, turning back to the screen- unconsciously keying in what he wanted going to say as his nickname, ILIKEU.

"nagi? your nickname?" you pointed out, and the boy let out a 'hm?' focusing on the name he keyed in, he was shocked and undoubtedly dismayed when he realised that he already pressed enter.

there it was, big bolded font right on the screen as the number 1 on the leaderboard- ILIKEU.

"oh." he muttered, the tips of his ears turning a slight pink in colour, and you chuckled. "did you mean to say that out loud instead?" you teased, and nagi pouted, hiding his face in his hands.

"aww nagi, don't be like that." you laughed, before leaning down to his level.

"i like you too." you smiled, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "although, this nickname is actually pretty embarrassi-"

please, let him be embarrassed in peace.

© kyannae

[hyuckwrlds]

>> always you

wc: 1.7k happy birthday jaehyun

one.

on the fourteenth of february, your best friend scolds you for being five minutes late to class. she’s always been a bit punctual you think; a little more so than you have ever been.

two minutes later a boy walks in with a birthday hat on his head and a fake mustache sharpied above his upper lip. he takes a seat somewhere behind you, ignoring the snickers from his friends as he does so. you couldn’t help but find yourself snorting quietly in amusement too.

“that must be him,” your best friend muses. you turn to her curiously and she continues. “one of the frats is throwing a party tonight for valentine’s day and one of their birthdays. i’m guessing that’s the birthday boy.”

you nod in understanding, turning to sneak a glance back at him. his hair is a fading blonde color, dimples appearing at his cheeks when he laughs at his friend’s joke. you turn back around.

“do you want to go?” your best friend suddenly asks.

you blink. “go where?”

“to the party.”

“oh,” you say dumbly before shaking your head. “i think i’ll pass. i have a paper due tonight.”

besides, you tell her, it’s not like you have anything to celebrate anyway. she lets out a whine but groans even louder once your professor announces a pop quiz to the class. 

“you’d think he’d cut us some slack because it’s valentine’s day,” she sighs. “but maybe he’s just lonely and miserable...like us.”

you laugh, then hand her a sheet of paper.

two.

february fourteenth returns with a downpour of rain. you shuffle past the doors of the lecture hall about a minute late, shaking off the water caught on the wrinkles of your sleeve. your best friend forgoes scolding you when you take your seat beside her. she instead opts to give you a pointed look.

your english professor this year doesn’t quite believe in pop quizzes like your other one had, instead preaching about teamwork and collaboration before she’s suddenly assigning partners for an upcoming project. you listen closely, eyes wandering when she calls your name after that of a boy sitting at the other end of the room.

once class is dismissed, your partner walks over, stopping right in front of your desk. he gives you a polite smile and it dawns on you that he’s been in a few of your classes before. well too aware of your friend’s prying eyes beside you, you do your best to ignore her.

“hey,” he greets. “we’re partners, right?”

you shove your things into your bag before giving him a nod. “yeah, i think so.”

“cool,” he breathes out. with one hand clutching onto the strap of his backpack, he reaches the other out to you. “i’m jaehyun.”

your head falls into a tilt as you look at him. there’s pink glitter decorating his dark hair and sparkly heart stickers pressed on each of his dimpled cheeks. pinned to the front of his hoodie is a neon green button declaring ‘BIRTHDAY BOY!’ in stark bold font. jaehyun’s quick to notice your staring; face flushing furiously under the yellowed classroom light.

“it’s…” he begins sheepishly. “it’s my frat brothers’ idea.”

you give him an amused huff before standing to shake his hand. his hand is rough against yours, palm calloused from you don’t know what. you introduce yourself in return and proceed to exchange contact info. 

when he shoves his phone back in his pocket, he gives you a curt nod goodbye and shifts his backpack further up his shoulders. you call his name once he goes to leave. he turns; brows raised while you gesture to his button.

“happy birthday, by the way,” you say.

he smiles warmly and something inside your stomach flutters. you push it aside.

“thanks,” he beams. “i’ll see you later.”

three.

“what’d you get for number four?”

“c,” he hums. “and you’re coming tonight right?”

you look up from your laptop with a blank face. not a single part of you knows what he’s talking about so you freeze in your seat.

“what’s tonight?” you ask, unsure.

jaehyun reaches across the table to bonk the top of your head with his pen, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. he dismisses your ignorance with a shake of his head. “my birthday party.”

your eyes widen. beside you, your laptop screen shines brightly with the day’s date. february fourteen—jaehyun’s birthday. you’re not entirely sure how you’d managed to spend the whole day with him without realizing and your cheeks start to burn in embarrassment.

“oh my g—” you toss your head back with a groan. “it’s your birthday. i’m sorry, happy birthday.”

“thanks,” he chuckles. “i guess it’s kinda hard to remember when i’m not wearing a stupid button announcing it to the world.”

from the corner of your eye, you catch your best friend entering the cafe but immediately stopping upon seeing you there with jaehyun. she shoots you a knowing look. you pretend not to notice it.

“sorry,” your voice softens. you meet jaehyun’s gaze; your former english partner turned english friend and give him an apologetic look. “i’d go but i have a presentation tomorrow morning.”

“you don’t have to drink,” he bargains. leaning back into his chair, he stretches his arms above his head which causes his shirt to ride up, displaying a sliver of his stomach that causes you to nearly short circuit. he shugs. “i guess it wasn’t really a question though. you’re coming.”

you scoff. “what?”

“it’s my birthday,” he states matter-of-factly. “and i want you to be there so you can’t say no to me.”

you narrow your eyes at him. “what if i do?”

“then this friendship is over and i’m never letting you look at my work again.”

you frown. crossing your arms against your chest, he leans in closer with his forearms folded on the table. he always manages to get you right where he wants you and you’re sure he’s well aware of that fact. when you exhale in defeat, a grin appears on his face—he’s already got you figured out.

“so you’re coming tonight, right?” he repeats smugly, dimples on display as your face flushes beneath his gaze. 

begrudingly, you relent. “fine.”

yet as his smile widens and he throws a small fist into the air, you can’t help but think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go anyway.

four.

february fourteenth comes again with a stroke of luck. the soles of your shoes scuff against the floor as you rush down the stairs of the humanities building, determined to get to the other end of campus before your next class begins. you somehow managed to be the first person to leave lecture the second it was dismissed and now you can only hope that time is on your side for the next few minutes.

you get to the classroom just as everyone begins to shuffle out, about twenty students passing you by until you catch sight of that familiar face. twenty two, twenty three, until jaehyun’s walking through the doors with a friend by his side. you call his name. he turns to look at you.

bidding his friend goodbye he jogs over, lips pulled in a gentle smile. his hair is a freshly dyed chestnut brown and you can’t help but think that it looks awfully good on him like this.

“hey,” he greets. “i didn’t expect to see you here.”

“yeah,” you breathe tiredly before handing him a small wrapped box from your bag. his eyes widen as he takes it from you, your gaze flickering to the time on your watch. there’s about four minutes left until your next class begins.

“just wanted to let you know that i didn’t forget this year,” you say. “happy birthday, jaehyun.”

he inspects the gift with care and your heart softens at the sight. with a final breath, you give him a small wave. “i gotta get going but i’ll see you later!”

just as you go to leave, he says your name. you turn; brows raised while he closes the distance.

“wait,” he beckons, nearly stumbling over to catch you. “hold on.”

he stops in front of you, taking a moment to himself before he’s cupping your cheek and leaning down to kiss you. you kiss him back gently.

when he pulls away your chest floods with nothing but warmth, erupting with fireworks in nearly every color imaginable. his hand is soft against your face; the corners of his lips twitching upwards into another smile.

“sorry,” he rests his forehead against yours. “i know you’re running late but i’ve kinda been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“it’s okay,” you reply breathlessly. “another minute won’t kill me.”

you tilt your head back up to kiss him again, grinning once you feel the way he beams against your lips. it’s only until your phone starts vibrating with texts from your best friend that you force yourself to pull away. you step from his grasp slowly, your heart drumming heavily in your ears.

“i gotta go,” you tell him, suddenly shy beneath his gaze. “but maybe we can pick up on this later?”

jaehyun smiles widely and his chestnut hair shines against the afternoon sun. in his hand he holds your gift.

he nods. “i’d like that.”

five.

on the fourteenth of february, you wake up to the soft morning light and the warmth of his arms slung across your body. 

the calendar on your wall is decorated with pink glitter and stickered hearts; smiley faces and doodles that scatter the date alongside jaehyun’s name in bold red marker. beside you, he stirs in bed.

last week, your best friend had told you that you were lucky to have someone like him. and as you look at his sleeping face with your heart swelling in your chest, you can’t help but agree. 

when his eyes blink open and the light starts to fracture in the browns of his irises, you’re completely certain that there’s no where else you’d rather be. he gives you a sleepy smile and pulls you in closer, tucking your face against the warmth of his chest. he sighs contentedly.

pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you steal your chance to say it first, before his phone gets the opportunity to buzz with messages from friends and family. you nuzzle into him just a little bit more.

“happy birthday, jae. i love you.”

[elizaditton]

Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 5)

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Maedri's undercity was nicer than Chancelor's. The videos on the skylights were prettier than the ones above me now, the floors weren't as worn as the tile I tread on now, and the storefronts were lit up with bright neon signs very unlike the plain and lifeless ones that Dad and I are passing by. Chancelor's undercity is dull, gray, and worn-down— or, 'well loved' as Dad put it.

"I really have missed it here," Dad says for the hundredth time.

I dismiss his comments and return my attention to my phone screen, which displays a map of Pacific Deskmate High School. I know they're more than likely going to show us around on orientation day of all days, but you can never be too prepared. I might as well study this map while I can. I don't want to show up and have no idea where I'm supposed to go. Now, where am I supposed to go?

As I'm fixating on the map of the school I notice Dad in my peripheral vision, taking a right.

"Wait, where are you going?" I ask.

"To the school, where else?" Dad laughs.

"But it's a straight path to Thorne Avenue, we don't have to turn."

Dad stops for a moment and gazes down the street. He looks up at a sign hanging above us which indicates that East Avenue runs through Seren Avenue.

"Oh," he says. "You're right. This wasn't a through street when I was a kid."

"That's why you have me to study the map before we go anywhere," I say, mentally kicking myself over the time we've just saved getting to the school.

"Right. Now, Kaylin, there's some things I want to make sure you know about having a deskmate," Dad says.

Deskmate?! I was so busy memorizing the layout of the school that I forgot exactly what I've been trying to forget— how I'm going to be someone's deskmate. How I'm going to be thrown into a forced relationship with some stranger. A perthean stranger.

My core tightens as my eyes threaten to glaze over. I clench my fist in a futile attempt to ground myself in reality.

I look up, and in front of me is a wooden balcony. I tiptoe forwards and look to the side. The balcony seems to stretch on forever in this place. I gaze ahead only to be met with an enormous set of five digits reaching straight for me. I stumble backwards in disbelief, and bolt to my right. I think I've made my getaway when a massive wall of flesh blocks my path. I turn and run the other way, but I'm halted when the five digits catch up and surround my entire being. I try to punch, to kick, to do anything to get away, but the hand enclosing me has secured itself tightly around my pathetic body. It tightens, and tightens...!

I let out a gasp, and the world around me returns to the familiar gray of Chancelor's undercity. I look around. No balcony. No enormous hands. A shuddering sigh of relief escapes me.

I look ahead to Dad, who is a bit of a ways away from me now, and I race to catch up with him.

"But anyways," he says, "just make sure to maintain eye contact and speak up. And don't make the same mistake I did by not getting their phone number when you meet." He looks back to me. "Got all that?"

"Mhm," I manage, the shock from that daydream still wearing off.

Dad stops and turns to face one of the buildings. "Here we are," he says, looking up at a faded green sign with the words 'Pacific Deskmate High School' written in a light yellow font. The sign isn't even illuminated. We could have walked right past without even noticing it.

Beneath the sign are some windows that stretch to the floor, with the entrance to the school between them. The two windows to the right of the door reflect the image of Dad and I standing a few yards away. I look at myself in the school's uniform. Wearing this doesn't feel right.

"Well, this it," Dad says. "You're all set and checked in ahead of time."

I blink. Dad? Doing anything ahead of time? Am I sure this isn't a dream or something?

"Um, so... what am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go?" I ask.

Dad raises an eyebrow. "Weren't you listening to anything I was telling you on the way here?"

Uh-oh. What else could I have missed? I didn't think he was saying anything important. I shake my head.

Dad sighs and reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out a crumpled up piece of paper and begins to unfold it. He looks it over for a moment, and then hands it to me.

MEET IN GYMNASIUM 8:00 AM, CARMEN 12TH

H-53

"Head to the gym," he says. "When you get off the elevator, head down the hall, hang a right, and then head left. The gym is on the right. You can't miss it. Sit down and wait for them to call out this code. When they do, go with them and they'll tell you what to do from there."

I stare down at the paper. I still haven't the slightest clue of what I should expect or where I should go. And I hate it.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine. I believe in you," Dad ruffles my hair. "Hey," he says.

I look up at him.

He smiles. "Be brave. I'll see you later."

And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving me by myself in unfamiliar territory and expecting me to interact with pertheans.

'Be brave...'

I take in a deep breath. There's no turning back now.

I reach for the door handle and pull it open. I step inside Pacific Deskmate High School.

The lobby, on first glance, is rather small and empty save for a few visitor seats, some potted ficus, and the front desk, where a man is seated giving directions to the school over the phone. To the right of the desk are four elevators, where some students are gathered waiting for the next available ride. As I walk over to join them, some doors open, and everyone clamors to secure a spot inside the elevator.

Tucking myself away in a corner as the doors close, I can't help but worry about what sort of impression I'm giving off. I'd been with the same crowd of people at school since stage three, so this is my chance for a new start. I don't want to mess this up. I wonder what the people in this elevator think about me. Do they notice my worrying? Will they be able to tell that I have a fear of pertheans?

Looking around at the crowd I'm with, I feel out of place with all the students that must be starting high school this year. I wonder how many others will be going into senior year.

The doors to the elevator open up again, signaling the end of our ride. As we step off, I struggle to remember the map I was looking at and the directions Dad gave me to the gym. Instead of guessing or pulling out the map again, I follow some other students down the hall and around a few corners until we finally arrive at the entrance to the gym.

The doors are propped open, and I follow the lead of everyone else through them and over to the bleachers. The glossy hardwood floor is in stark contrast to the worn tile throughout the rest of the school. The floor is marked for different sports to be played, and there's a scoreboard on the other side of the room for competitive games. Three adults stand in place beneath it, conversing.

I pass a group of students talking about how hard it was to get into this school, and I start to wonder how many strings Dad had to pull to get me in here. He must have really wanted me to be here.

I approach the bleachers and scan the rows for someplace I can sit by myself. After a moment of searching, I make my way over to the top of the bleachers and to the side. I take a seat and wipe my sweaty, shaking hands on my skirt.

A tapping noise to the right catches my attention, and I look over to see a boy around my age. His arms are crossed and his brows are woven together as he bounces one leg. His short black hair and green eyes are familiar to me, and I can't help but wonder if I've seen him somewhere before.

Another sound catches my attention, this time a voice.

"If everyone could please find a seat, we'll be beginning shortly!" says a woman with a gruff voice.

Students begin to fill the remaining empty seats in the bleachers, and to my relief, no one sits beside me. The woman who made the announcement before performs a head count, and confers with the other adults who join her in front of the bleachers. Another woman claps her hands together twice, and the room grows quiet.

"Good morning, everyone! Thank you for arriving on time. Welcome to Pacific Deskmate High School!" the woman says.

A 'whoop whoop' reverberates through the room. I'm guessing that was one of the freshmen.

The woman speaking chuckles, and clears her throat before continuing. "I'm Ms. Clemmons, your human co-principal."

Ms. Clemmons is older and has a petite, bony frame. Her wavy blonde hair is restrained neatly behind her, and she wears a flowing navy blue cardigan. To the left of her is a man with short, curly brown hair wearing a shirt and tie. To her right is a bulkier woman whose black hair is wrapped up in a bun. She has on a gray cardigan.

"This is Mr. Day," Ms. Clemmons motions to the man beside her. "Mr. Day is our human nurse, and Mrs. Wright is our human gym teacher," she says, motioning to the woman on her other side.

"We look forward to assisting you this school year," the trio says, their right arms crossing their chest as they lean forward.

"One hundred thirty-six of you will be joining our program today, and with that, our school is completely full this year. Congratulations on making it in!" Ms. Clemmons says.

I take the paper Dad gave me out of my pocket, with 'H-53' scratched in at the bottom. Could I be the fifty-third student out of one hundred thirty-six? But I suppose that would have to mean Dad actually enrolled me sort of early, and I can't imagine him doing anything on time, much less early.

Ms. Clemmons clasps her hands together. "Now, we're going to get right into pairing you all with your deskmates. If everyone could recall the code you received in your confirmation e-mail, we will have H-01 through H-10 follow Mr. Day to meet their deskmates."

Ten at a time? They're moving so quickly! I watch as several students from around the bleachers stand and follow Mr. Day to the gym entrance. A younger student does what looks to be a secret handshake with another student sitting next to him before he speeds off to catch up with the others. So much enthusiasm, and yet here I sit, agonizing over the long year that's ahead of me.

Another group follows Mrs. Wright, and yet another follows Ms. Clemmons, leaving the rest of us waiting on the bleachers for our turn to meet our perthean partners. If I'm doing the math right, with three groups of ten being paired all at once... when the teachers return, it'll be time for me to be paired with my deskmate.

And so I wait.

And wait.

I have trouble deciding if I want time to speed up or slow down. On the one hand, if time slows down, I have more time to wait, more time in the safety of this human part of the school. But if time were to speed up, I could get this all over with and go home. Either way, I'm sitting here waiting without anyone to talk to and nothing to do.

I can't help but wonder what my deskmate will be like. My fear tells me I'm done for the moment this perthean lays eyes on me, and I know it's not true, but I can't stop myself from worrying. My shaking legs bounce themselves up and down, like the boy sitting across the bleachers. I wonder how my deskmate feels about meeting me. Are they nervous, too? Apathetic? Do they want to meet me?

My insides twist into a knot at the idea of a perthean wanting to meet me.

I look up as five fingers begin to entangle my weak figure. Once my entire body is in this hand's grasp, I feel a constricting pressure as it begins to squeeze.

"I've been waiting for you for quite some time," A voice says. I follow the source upward to a pair of cold, drooping brown eyes.

It's not real! I shake my head back and forth and slap my cheeks. As quickly as it began, my waking nightmare ends and I'm back on the bleachers.

"Fifty-one through sixty, please follow me," says Ms. Clemmons.

Looking around, the bleachers are much emptier than before. I tiptoe down the steps, following the lead of the other students as we make our way over to Ms. Clemmons.

Ms. Clemmons leads us through the gym and back out to the hallway. I nearly trip over my numb legs as we walk in a straight line to the co-principal's office. I'm walking, I realize, towards my deskmate. Every step I take brings me closer to the inevitable. Closer to spending a year stuck as part of some perthean's school supplies.

I can see it now—sitting at my own desk atop theirs, being just about as useful to them as an old, discarded pencil worn down to nothing but a nub. Puny. Undesirable. And not very helpful, at that. I don't see myself as being any help to a perthean, and I don't see any reason that I should require any help from them. What could either of us gain by being forced into a pairing like this?

Before I know it, we've reached the co-principal's office, and I sit myself in a chair beside the door with the other students as Ms. Clemmons disappears with the student given the code H-51. I tuck one leg behind the other to keep it from bouncing, but all it does is cause the other to join in with it.

I wait in agony for my turn. After a minute or so of torment and another student disappearing into the office, Ms. Clemmons reappears from her office with a smile.

"Fifty-three?" She says, her eyes locking with mine.

My heart plummets to the floor. Shaking, I struggle to stand up. I worry whether or not my wobbly legs will be able to hold up the rest of my body.

"Are you excited?" Ms. Clemmons says, opening the door to her office.

"Um, yeah, sure!" I manage to squeak out.

Ms. Clemmons lets me into her office, and closes the door behind us. Her office is rather small, and decorated with succulents and pictures of loved ones. Her desk is pristine and perfectly organized. There's neat stacks of paperwork, and office supplies kept in orderly rows without so much as a pencil out of line. Ms. Clemmons approaches her desk and picks up a folder laying directly atop one of the stacks.

"Would you state your name for me, dear?" She asks, pulling out a pair of reading glasses.

"K-Kaylin," I say, my focus is more on keeping my trembling to a minimum than answering the question.

Ms. Clemmons looks up from the folder in her hands, expectantly.

"Um, Kaylin Finch!" I finish.

"Alright, Ms. Finch," Ms. Clemmons says, "thank you for completing the entrance questionnaire online beforehand, that really helps us speed up the matching process."

"Entrance questionnaire?" I ask.

"Yes, the entrance questionnaire. Your parents might have filled it out for you, that's alright."

Dad doing something early again? He wasn't kidding around about sending me here, was he?

"Anyway," Ms. Clemmons says, "let's get you paired with your deskmate."

My insides twist. My heart rate accelerates. This is it.

Ms. Clemmons approaches a door across from the one we entered and knocks. My deskmate has to be on the other side of that door! My heart threatens to beat right out of my chest as I try to keep my trembling under control.

"Come in!" says a voice from the other side of the door.

Ms. Clemmons opens the door. As much as I want to run, there's no turning back now.

[1997thebracket]

Round 1

End of Evangelion: It all returns to nothing. So says the haunting tune 'Komm, Süsser Tod' by Arianne, which soundtracks the fate of humanity in the End of Evangelion. The film serves as an alternate ending to the original anime series Neon Genesis Evangelion, which bewitched viewers with the then-unconventional match of giant mecha and existential depression all wrapped up in religious iconography. The final episodes of the anime are incredibly cerebral and proved controversial for viewers at the time, which led to director Hideaki Anno further expressing himself in the 1997 film... which took the heady themes and conflicting stylistic choices of the show and put them in a high-octane blender, along with a tall glass of Human Tang. At its core, End of Evangelion asks if individualism is the one great folly of humanity and the source of our suffering, or if it is the very point of it; it shows the loss of barriers between people and subsequent extinction of loneliness as a sort of cosmic horror. Looking back at the scenes, imagery, and music most associated with the anime and its continued influence, much of the franchise's legacy stems from the End of Evangelion.

Yahoo! Mail: If you're still using the same Yahoo! email address you made in middle school, this round is for you. In 1997, Yahoo! outmaneuvered Microsoft in acquiring RocketMail, which forced users of the existing mail service to adapt or abandon ship. They chose this move based on the speed at which email communications and email hosting were growing, as they believed the six-month-minimum to develop and build Yahoo! hosting from scratch would lose them thousands of user registrations per week-- and once the user already had an email address, they were seemingly off the market. Nowadays, it's fairly uncommon to have one email address for your entire life, but preserving the login for dolphindreamsinpink13@yahoo.com is an honorable mission. Yahoo! Mail came clad in a stylish dark purple with a memorably funky font and logo; Yahoo! also embraced emoticon culture early on, and their brand marketing along with their later IM service would reflect this.

[open-hearth-rpg]

#RPGCovers Week Thirteen BALIKBAYAN: Returning Home Rae Nedjadi

I was super jazzed last week when I saw a Tumblr post from Rae Nedjadi going over his TTRPG Projects on the table- and where they were at. In great part that was because I saw BALIKBAYAN listed among the games in “different forms of active.” I love the concept of the game, enslaved elementals in a cyberpunk world escaping to fight back against The Corp which has exploited you and your people. 

It’s a Belonging Outside Belonging ttrpg with a) some of the absolutely best pick lists for creating the world and b) some of the most striking and amazing playbooks for characters and beyond. 

I also adore this cover. The mix of colors here is so smart: both complementary and clashing. I am a sucker for distressed logos and so the title font at the center is absolutely my jam. I love the way the yellow backlash borders look like warning tape. There’s a great detail in how the neon characters in the background bleed upwards from the “BA” there. 

The figure in the center is striking, precisely because they aren’t looking out at the viewer. They look down: in worry? in exhaustion? in contemplation? It makes what otherwise might be an ordinary cyberpunk photo image into something more. There’s the additional detail of one hand reaching up to touch the side of their mask. I don’t know why, but it feels like a vulnerable gesture. 

Then there’s the whole background layer– with a blown out neon cloud at the top. But more importantly the two vertical titles on either side of the page. Through them you can almost see another world. As your eyes come down the page the elements become more mixed up and harder to separate. That ends in a complementary blow out of color in the bottom right.

[racingliners]

Helmet Watch 2024

*cracks knuckles* I'm back to yell about driver helmets.

Like talking about and rating all the liveries last year, I had a lot of fun doing the same for the drivers helmets, so helmet watch has returned for 2024! (Under a read more as to not clog up everyone's dashes, with the drivers listed in alphabetical order by surname.)

NB - I'm just doing the "core" helmet designs, as if the drivers come out with one-off helmets at the rate they did last year I wouldn't have any free time.

Alex Albon (Williams)

Like the 2024 Williams livery, it's an evolution of last year's design. Though with less sharp angles and using something much more bubble font-esque.

We still have the double As which is neat and I also loooooooove the baby pink and navy blue combo, especially with how much pink is on the helmet. It will really pop against the dark blue livery of the car.

8/10

Fernando Alonso (Aston Martin)

Pretty much a copy and paste from last year's helmet with a couple of minor tweaks. But in saying that I do feel that the minor adjustments make the design look a lot less busy. Like last year the colour scheme is great and it'll look great with the car, and I love the Aston Martin wings by the visor, it's one of my favourite details.

7/10

Valtteri Bottas (Sauber)

Any feelings I had about Valtteri taking forever to drop his 2024 helmet design have been immediately forgiven. I absolutely love this Northern Lights inspired design so so much. Both because of how unique a design it is but also the execution of it is just gorgeous. I love all the inclusion of the North star and all the different constellations, and that the number 77 has also been written like waves from the aurora. I would genuinely buy a mini-helmet of this I love it that much.

10/10

Pierre Gasly (Alpine)

I absolutely LOVE this one. The splashes of white and the subtle gradient shading adds so much dimension to the whole design (proof that if done right monochromatic designs can absolutely work!). I also just love the shade of pale blue as well, it's going to look really nice with both liveries Alpine are running this year.

10/10

Lewis Hamilton (Mercedes)

Misty eyes aside about this being the last core helmet design from Lewis as a Mercedes driver, I do absolutely love this. It's pretty much another copy and paste from last year, minus the rainbow band on the top. I'm glad that Lewis kept the rainbow lines otherwise the contrast between the neon yellow and purple would look quite jarring. But like last year I absolutely love it (apart from the exposed carbon at the top)

9/10

Nico Hulkenberg (Haas)

JMD Helmets really do never miss. Like his helmet from last year I love the paint splatter effect and I really like the choice to change it from orange and purple to acid green. I'm unsure on what to make of the purple and green combo as it def plays into the whole Hulk nickname, but the shades chosen do look good together.

9/10

Charles Leclerc (Ferrari)

Currently kissing Charles on his pretty little head for the addition of the dark metallic red accents. It's so pretty and adds a lot of dimension to his helmet design (while I did like his '23 helmet, it did feel a bit plain). I also really like the pattern on the base of the number 16 going round the helmet, it's been done in just the right font size and colour that again adds some more dimension instead of looking busy.

8/10

Kevin Magnussen (Haas)

This is a complete 180 from his previous helmet designs, and while I have zero idea what the inspiration is I really like it!

The bright splash of turquoise is really nice (I will always love fun colours on helmets) and it complements the parrot design really well. (Again, I don't know why Kevin has put a parrot on his helmet, but it's fun so I'm allowing it). I would never have thought to pair turquoise and marigold together, but somehow it works, and both looks really nice on the off-white base.

8/10

Lando Norris (McLaren)

I genuinely cannot fault this. I love that it's glossy, I love the neon yellow, I love the abstract black detailing. My new favourite helmet design of Lando's

10/10

Esteban Ocon (Alpine)

I am so happy to see Esteban carrying on the red and black colour scheme from last year. While I don't love this design as much as last year's (the big carbon fibre E is a tad off putting) it's still a really solid design that will not only stand out against the Alpine livery, but against the rest of the grid's helmets too.

He also gets a kiss on the head for keeping his helmet glossy instead of matte

8/10

Sergio Perez (Red Bull)

I'm unsure how I feel about Checo's helmet this year. On the one hand it does have a more cohesive colour palette than last year (and I LOVE the traditional Mexican inspired patten on the blue base), on the other it does feel a bit simple. I also wish the Red Bull logo with the white outline had been used instead, the text is a bit hard to read against the blue. But I do enjoy the splashes of yellow that do well to set his helmet apart from Verstappen's

6.5/10

Oscar Piastri (McLaren)

Another evolution of last year's design and I love the version for 2024! For me Oscar's helmet was too busy last year and I feel like it's been streamlined. My favourite part, the colour palette, has remained unchanged and like last year I just love how bright it is. I also really like the pattern on the medium blue base, it adds a really nice dimension to the overall design. However I do miss the silver holographic detailing from last year's helmet, it's a shame it didn't make the cut.

9/10

Daniel Ricciardo (Racing Bulls)

This is a colossal upgrade on last year's helmet (the tan and blue colourway was not it). And while the grey and silver colour scheme is plain, it definitely helps the flame design look a lot better than on last year's helmet and will look really good against the bright blue RB livery.

As with Gasly's helmet I also like the gradient shading, and the chrome (!!!) silver outline going around the flames.

7.5/10

George Russell (Mercedes)

I am so glad George stuck with a blue design instead of the acid green he trialled at some races last year. It's a really gorgeous shade of blue that looks stunning with the Mercedes W15 livery, and I really like the little bits of darker blue shading and the blue visor (again I don't talk much about matching visors much but I do appreciate them!!).

He also gets a bonus point for having the black parts painted instead of carbon fibre.

8/10

Carlos Sainz Jr (Ferrari)

Again another copy and paste from last year, but thankfully with less black. It looks so much brighter with just having the black on the top. I like that the design is a even more abstract than his design last year, it definitely makes it look different. And of course the red and yellow colour scheme means that it will look really good with the Ferrari livery

7/10

Logan Sargeant (Williams)

I really, really want to like this design but the American flag just completely takes me out of it. If it wasn't there this helmet would be gorgeous because imho it's not needed as the white and blue with the red accents already does a great job in showcasing Logan's home country colours.

Apart of that, the design is really nice and it will look so stunning with the car, it just has an echo of a Haas US GP livery 😭

5/10

Lance Stroll (Aston Martin)

A moment of silence for the fallen Aston Martin wings, they were very pretty 😔

Lance's helmet design for 2024 is a throwback to the design he ran in his championship winning European F3 season, but refreshed in Aston Martin colours. I did have a somewhat negative reaction upon seeing the exposed carbon but the more I look at it the more I'm on board with it. It definitely helps that it's all over glossy. Also shoutout to Lance's continued commitment to the Aston brand by having the flashes of neon lime to match the car's livery, I will always appreciate a proper commitment to the bit.

7/10

Yuki Tsunoda (Racing Bulls)

The Japanese maple leaves are baaaaaaaack!!!!!

I'm not so sure on the navy base... but then I also don't know what colour base I would switch it out for that would look good and also complement the Racing Bulls livery. But Yuki's helmet was one of my favourites last year so I'm really happy to see a version of it back for 2024.

7/10

Max Verstappen (Red Bull)

ngl I do like this a lot more than his design from last year. I love the cobalt blue (oh how I wish the RBR would be as bright as this) and I especially love the silver chrome accents, if they were a little bit thicker and more prominent I'd like them even more.

I also want to shoutout the red/orange duo-chrome visor, I never talk about them enough but I love it when the colour of the visors complement the rest of the helmet design (in this case the red and yellow in the Red Bull logo)

8/10

Zhou Guanyu (Sauber)

No notes. And dare I say, best helmet on the grid. I just love the pairing of all over black with the hints of the porcelain pattern and silver holographic accents. It's sexy as hell.

10/10

[legoangstissogay]

Enemies to Lovers They Say Pt.2

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It was another misty day in the city. Fog and steam covered the windows with thousands of tiny droplets. The air was moist, and plants were full of growing life. As flower buds spread and crept around every corner color brimming from the hidden petals through the beautiful green of the buds. Neon lights shined brightly through the mist like twinkling fairies.

Red Son escaped in the dark blinded by the blanket of hanging droplets. As he ran a clear path grew in front of him the heat from his body evaporating the water quickly so the puddles he left behind boiled on the floor. His glasses were fogged and he couldn't see as he sprinted he tried to remember where he was, and where he was going. He simply went, and with no particular goal, he fled. A dark figure jumped and followed behind him, swift and graceful with each step taken.

Red ducked into a close by alleyway and held his breath as he flattened himself to the wall. Covering his mouth he watched the figure dash past him and disappear into the haze. Carefully the demon poked his head around the corner and saw the neon sign. He didn't know why he ran here, why it was his instinct too but there he was. At the home of the monkey king, the home of his love. He knew he couldn't go back out and try to go home. He knew if he teleported they would see the flames and try to follow him. He knew how embarrassing this was going to be. All the less, he stepped out and entered the growing shop.

When he walked in he was greeted by a tremendous round of aromas. Steak, ramen, chicken, green onions, spices, salty, sweet, and everything in between. He was enticed by the glorious smells and it made him remember that he hadn't eaten yet. He sat down on one of the bar stools and waited to be served. It was an oddly peaceful feeling after being chased, to sit down and enjoy a meal; But Red Son didn't truly mind it at all. As he took out his wallet a familiar face walked up to him.

"What would you like to order?" It was that of Mei. She smiled her hair the same as all those years ago. She wore a yellow apron and a black name tag on her chest with pride pins opposite to it.

"The spiciest noodles you have please," He replied hiding his face behind a menu. Ashamed that he was here, Mei shrugged at the order and went back to the kitchen. The redhead sighed, glad that the dragoness hadn't noticed him. He looked around the shop, it was bigger than before that was for certain. He noticed that a far wall to his right was well decorated with plants but also a staircase. A small white wooden sign hung next to it. 'residents and guests only' read in a bold black font.

Red wondered what would happen if he tried to see if MK was in his room, he didn't feel like testing it, but it was a thought. Red son relaxed and rested his head in his palm yawning. The shop was such an odd contrast to the world outside. Peaceful and slow it was a pocket from the outside world of the city's never-ending work.

Mei had returned shortly with Reds food in hand. She placed the bowl down and took a good look at her customer.

"No way! Red Boy?! Long time no see!" She exclaimed cheerfully smiling at him. Mei was taller than before her bangs parting because of her small horns that protrude from her skin like Red Son. Red gave her a small smile before taking his bowl of warm handcrafted noodles and passing her his card.  

"What brings you here?" the dragoness persists in her futile attempt to start a conversation. He ignores her and eats his noodles. The burning hot of the spices danced on his tongue the flavors bursting with a salty passion. She noted his unwantedness to talk but determined through curiosity she continues.

"You seem tired," She says. Red Son looked up at her, not quite in the mood for a conversation.

"I was chased here." He explained in a monotone voice. His head was looking down at the noodles in his bowl. Red had his hair down, it was shorter than it used to be ending near the shoulders rather than the back swirls of orange and yellow patterned it and today he wore a long-sleeved plaid red blazer. His sleeves were folded up and his arm up to his wrist was open to the air. Reds wrists were covered in scattered small band-aids ranging from purple to red.

Mei was shocked for a moment but soon understood that he wanted to be left alone, She went to tend to another customer. Red left out a sigh of relief and went back to enjoying his meal. As he finished and was getting up to move to a back table MK climbed down the steps. The two boys looked at each other for a moment. MK was wearing his hair up in his signature style, he had a simple white button-up and red pants on. Reds' heart paced in his chest at the sight of the monkey boy.

MK and Red locked eyes for a long while, MK just standing at the staircase entryway watching Red from his seat. MK Was quite happy that Red was there having not seen the demon in a while and wanted to catch up. They smiled breaking the staring and walked over to Red son as the demon looked away.

"Hey Red, haven't seen you in a few weeks, how are you?" MK asks taking a seat next to him and examining Reds' face adoringly. Red son blushed the red dusting his soft cheeks.

"I'm fine," The demon responded looking away from MK. The monkey boy not at all planning to leave anytime soon hums and calls Mei to get him his usual bowl.

"You've been up to anything?"MK asks. Red doesn't really know why the simian was bothering to talk to him. He and Red hadn't seen each other in years and now he's trying to act like they've been friends for years. Not that Red Son minded he just found it, odd.

"Just gardening with mother for the most part," Red replied trying to open up even if it was just the slightest. MK's face brightened at the opportunity of a conversation.

"What kind of stuff do you grow?" the monkey boy questioned.

"Fruits vegetables and a few species, but mainly flowers," Red explained counting them off in his head. MK was so handsome he couldn't focus. One of the biggest changes over the years was his face and the fact that now, the noodle boy had a tail. It waved from one side to the other as MK talked.

"That's cool! Do you like helping out? It sounds like a lot of work but it must be super rewarding once you get to eat it." The noodle boy ranted, his tail tip flicking from side to side.

Red Son nodded, "Yeah, it's sort of me and my mother's thing when my father is busy but we all do it together ever so often." the bull explained starting to perk up from the fears of the outside.

"That's so cool! I bet your garden looks beautiful!" MK exclaimed happily, smiling and tilting his head to the side.

Red son huffed a sigh, tensing back up at the compliment. He turned away from MK's smile which shined like the sun. He was going to reply when the door burst open with a slam that shook the room and cracked the wall. Mei rushed over to see what happened with Pigsy trailing behind her. And there he was, a man in all black a mask covering the bottom half of his face. But there was no need to see it, for Red knew exactly who he was.

It was his killer, the one who would lead to his death.

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I hope you guys like it! This took me a while to edit and get done but I'm super proud of it! Hope you like it! A copy of the fanfic is on Ao3 and Watapad a link will be out soon!

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[camerongrn]

brat - charli xcx

released in 2024, the highly anticipated sixth studio album from english pop artist charli xcx, 'brat' is exactly what charli xcx is and what her career has been building up to; it is THE charli xcx album. after the 80s inspired detour of 'crash', 'brat' appears to be a return to the hyperpop sound that charli is known for, evoking the rave scenes that charli herself started her career. with brash bass lines and hooks that melt into earworms, the sound of this album is the best charli has ever sounded, fully embracing an alternative take on modern-day pop music. this album sets forth everything that makes charli's music so likeable and amazing.

despite the edm and dance inspired instrumentals, this album's lyrical content is extremely vulnerable whilst also being aggressive and confrontational. charli has gone onto describe the topics of this album being those that one would talk about with a friend over text conversation; those narratives fuelled by gossip and rumours. and this comes across extremely clear. if we compare the lyrics of crash with those of brat: crash's lyrics appear to be much more abstract in their formation, whereas brat's are much more direct and clear in their presentation. this is what makes brat extremely digestible and relatable.

the instrumentals of this album are SO GOOD. ag cook and easyfun do it once again blending the unconventionality of edm music and pop to create these infectious beats. take the lead single 'von dutch' for example, the squeaky bassline paired with these brat, abrupt vocals create an incredibly timeless hit that i never get bored of. moreover, a key theme in the albums instrumentals is this idea of loud and bold minimalism; alluding once again to those early rave scenes of the 00s era. finally, the instrumentals of this album suit the iconic artwork SO WELL. this low resolution lime neon green square with the title in arial font; it suits the minimal yet effective sound amazingly.

although i genuinely enjoy every track off this album, my favourite track off the album has to be 'talk talk'. this minimal pop song about unrequited feelings and that need to talk to someone you've been watching for months. although it is under 3minutes, 'talk talk' succeeds in telling a full story and really creating an overall aura that is one of desperation and longing. this is what is so good about this album, although not being the longest, each track succeeds in telling a unique story and creating a fully developed unique narrative. 'talk talk' is just one of 15 that does this amazingly well!!!

overall, 'brat' is currently my contender for album of the year. the energy of this album is just so timeless and very effective. charli and her team have done such an amazing job with this album and era. 'brat' takes the simple ideas of gossip and vulnerability and transforms them into an incredible demonstration of pop and edm music, perfectly tied up in a green bow.

favourite track: talk talk

least favourite track: i might say something stupid

spotify link: BRAT - Album by Charli xcx | Spotify

★★★★★ 5/5

[wishfaux]

Fire Fest 2023 - I2I

Fog begins to creep in from the sides of the empty staging area, and a familiar smoke screen rises up in the background. ‘HELLO FIRE FEST’ flickers through the smoke through a trick of reflecting light which adds to the growing anticipation of the oncoming performance. Bright, neon lights soon flicker through the smoke, illuminating the stage with a spectacular array of the full rainbow. Soon the words twitch and replace themselves with pounding font, almost like a countdown. ‘ARE’. ‘YOU’. ‘READY…’.

Spotlights flicker up on either side of the stage, symmetrically swirling around to frantically put on a beautiful display of lights. The smoke screen in the back flickers through the vibrant rainbow of colours, the font changing again in the same countdown sequence. A low rumble vibrates the ground surrounding the performance area as if something huge is coming. ‘....TO’. ‘DANCE?’. As those words fade away, the ever-traditional ‘FIRE FEST 2023’ takes its rightful place on the backdrop, but this time the words fade in and out with the same thing spoken in every language known in Azeroth. A sure-fire welcome to every inhabitant!

“Every year, I sing a song about those I love, so this year, this song is about YOU. Yes, you! So get up and celebrate with me, Fire Fest!”

A noise starts to build up, surrounding the audience with that same, familiar vibrating sensation, something is certainly coming! Without warning, those flailing lights lock onto the center where a pillar erupts from center stage. The loud drop of synth-style music vibrates the ground yet again. From the light rises a familiar, very tiny fox, dressed in glittery whites and golds, absolutely glimmering from the spotlights on him. For those that have never seen Kou, he’s certainly small even compared to his fellow Vulpera, yet his stage presence is larger than life. For once, he’s facing the audience upon his arrival and even offers a wink of greeting, his head equipped with a small microphone that auto-translates his words to every viewer’s personal native language. What a nifty little magic gadget! “YEEAAAAAAAEEEEEAAAAAAAH!”

Kou lifts a paw up to wave to the audience before paws start to clap. “HEY YEAH! FIRE FEST WHERE YOU AT?!” He calls out, beaming with a smile. The pop-lock motions of his arms and feet dance through the light, letting that waving arm be pulled down in motion. “I got myself a notion~ And one, I know that you’ll understand! We set the world in motion~ by reaching out for each other’s hand!” As he sings with fervour, Kou pushes a hand toward the audience, fingers splayed wide with a sweeping motion of his arm from side to side as if offering it to take.

The fox clenches that fist after to bring it back, twirling in a pivot to spin around to let his large, fluffed tail sweep and add in that beautiful dance motion. Gracefully, his feet plant firmly onto the ground after, patting his chest right above his heart. “Maybe we’ll discover what we should have known all alooooong! Yeah!” Bouncing with his knees to the rhythm, one foot kicks up and the other soon follows to glide across the stage in an upbeat walk. “One way or another, together’s where we both belooong~.” He coos out those lyrics, leaning toward the front row while walking back, the other way to sprinkle a bit of glitter as he passes by.

Kou returns to the center of the lights with a small shimmy of his hips but with an energetic jump, the moment he lands on his feet, two purple rockets shoot up on either side of the stage in a glittery explosion! “If we listen to each other’s heart! We’ll fiiind we’re never too faaar apart and maaaaaybe love is the reason why!” He sings with all of his might, bouncing as arms wave up and down to hype the crowd and join him. A shimmer of magic forms from his fingers and with an arching motion of a hand across and over him, a rainbow shoots through the light show above him, cascading down in flecks of glitter paint all over his fur, soaking his clothes in all colours of the rainbow above. “For the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye~.”

He smiles brightly and bounces to the edge of the stage from his spot to flop down and sit, kicking a leg up and across the other so that his elbow can rest on the knee. Looking out across the audience, the tiny fox sways to the thunderous synth, drawing in a deep breath. “If a wall, should come between us, too high to climb, too hard to break through…” With a wink, two tall pillars of purple flame erupt behind him, blazing in time with the beat. “I know that looove will lead us, and find a way to bring me to you~.”

With a twist of his midsection, Kou rolls to push off of the stage edge in a playful flip, landing it with a well-timed bounce. A pivot on his heel follows with the momentum, skipping to one edge of the front row. “So don’t be in a hurry, think before you count us out, oh~!” Golden glitter swirls along his feet, lifting the little Vulpera up so the crowd doesn’t tower over them. Cheerfully, he dashes across the front of the audience with his small paw out, high-fiving as many as he can in one graceful swoop. “YOU don’t have to worry! I won’t ever let you dooown!” Kou takes the time to blow a kiss, jumping back toward the stage to stand between the pillars of purple fire.

Kou motions to either side of himself at the fire pillars as two silhouettes that match his form appear dancing within the flames. At the same time, he reaches into the fire to grab the matching paws within to take their hands, igniting the shadows in magic. The fire itself spreads, running up his arms to consume his entire body but without any hint of pain, it seems the theatrics are simply illusionary magic! With a pull of his arms, he conjures the shadowy foxes to join him from the flames that fade away from his own body. Both foxes that step out from the fire may look like Kou, but they’re clearly sporting their own stylish designs of clothing. All three pause to look at each other briefly in confusion and surprise, even glancing at the audience a moment in shock!

The Fox nods to his clones, motioning toward the audience with his head, visually attempting to convince them to dance along. The one on his right side nods in agreement, however, the one on his left seems to look distracted..! Enough that they turn around to watch the light show behind the trio. Kou nods his head, bouncing a few times in place before he finally sings out again, leading into another pop-lock of his arms. “If we listen to each other’s heart, we’ll find we’re never too far apart~!” The three foxes look nearly symmetrical in their dance–! Wait– is Left Fox dancing backward? Their arms just sort of flail about, but they are trying their best. Kou taps their arm to get them to turn back around, which is done with some luck, but they’re certainly too stage-shocked to keep up. ”And maybe love is the reason why, for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye~.”

Kou and the clone to his right pause to watch Left Fox flail around in their own little world until both start to laugh. Kou shakes his head, motioning toward the audience - both clones ignite in a blur of rainbows and sparkles, shooting toward the gathering to weave in between the guests, splattering glitter in their wake. Waving the pair off, Kou claps his hands together to the beat, prancing in a circle of excitement.

“FIRE FEST! HOW WE DOIN’ OUT THERE TONIGHT?!”

“Every year I ask you to sing with me, and you should know the lyrics by now, so are you ready?!”

A hand lifts up into the air to show his pinky outstretched. “We have friends who maybe can’t hear my voice here tonight, so help me sing for them, too! We’re in this together, so lift your pinkies out, then turn your hand to make a two with your fingers, and turn it again for the i!” Demonstrating the swiveling motion of his wrist to spell I-2-I, stairs begin to rise up on the shifting stage behind him.

“I think we’re seein’ it–!” 

“SEEIN’ IT!–”

“Yeah, everybody’s seein’ it–!”

“Love is why we’re seein’ it–!”

Kou cheers loudly, letting out a sharp whistle for his clones to return from their running amok. Swirling around his form, it’s almost as if the power of the cheering and singing has ignited the fox’s magic even further! Golden sparkles swirl around his body, lighting up in flame once more while his arms lift up to form his own silhouette in the dancing flames. Both Left and Right Fox return to the stage to flank the swirling flames, both seeming far more in sync than previously before. They watch with an intent gaze, both lifting their hands out toward the fire to reach for the same paws that brought them to life.

Kou‘s paws are pulled from the flame, revealing shimmering black latex gloves accented with gold claws. As the fire swirls down off of him and retreats to his feet, Kou emerges in a new set of clothes. The tight dark booty shorts and thigh highs are on full display as the once gold and white outfit is replaced with deep reds, golds, and black with fiery motifs. The tight corset annunciates his body to a curvy, softened look to it, even the boldened makeup around his eyes is darker and more pronounced.

He takes the time to spin both of his clones, drawing in a deep breath to hit out a bellowing set of notes, it’s a bit of a surprise such vocals can come out of such a tiny creature. “IF YOU’RE EVER LOOONELLLLY! STOP!” He commands, causing all three foxes to pause in mid-movement, each paused in a unique pose. “You don’t have to be! After all, it’s only a beat away from you to meee~.” As he sings, the trio walks forward to the front of the stage, each step in perfect sync with one another and still hand-in-hand.

“Take a look insiiiide and see!”

All three foxes raise their right hand up, letting them slowly fall down as they begin to sing in harmony together. “If we listen to each other’s heart! We’ll find we’re never too far apart!” Just as the words are sung, an eruption of fireworks ignites across the stage, accenting the key shift and unison of the dancers on stage. Bouncing with their knees, one arm from each mimics the motion before they snap-kick a leg out in the rather whimsical choreography. All three jump again to click their heels in the air! With a graceful landing, the trio follows up the footwork with an arching swing of their arms, reaching across themselves before following through with a large circular motion. “And maybe love is the reason why! For the first time ever we’re seein’ it–!” All three point out to the audience in search of the answer, bobbing their heads to the beat!

Kou  lifts his arms, popping his hips from side to side to the beat, audibly laughing from enjoying himself on the stage with the pair of clones who playfully dance with him on the stage. “Whoaaah, for the first time!” Chirping out the lyrics, the small set of foxes all spin together, feeding off the shared energy, as well as the crowd vibe. “For the first time, we’re seeing it–!” Once more, the trio points toward the crowd, cheering them on to join in. “Eye to eye!!” A hand reaches up all the while, once more spelling out I-2-I in the hand choreography.

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH we’re seein’ it–!”

Kou spins around in his spot, the pivot is followed through with a graceful shimmy of his hips and a jump that is landed by dropping down to his knees. A last set of fireworks shoot off, causing the ‘FIRE FEST 2023’ in the smoke screen to switch to ‘LOVE IS LOVE’. The final note of the synth hits and fades away, rendering the three to strike their final dynamic posing together with Kou pushing his arms upward and both Right and Left Fox arching their limbs to form a heart between them.

“THANK YOU FIRE FEST! WE LOVE YOU!!”

Kou stands, taking Right Fox and Left Fox’s paws with his own, guiding the three to bow together as one. In the midst of the bow, flames erupt around them, swirling across the stage to help them vanish, leaving the sparkly mess clean once again!

[wickedsrest-rp]

NAME: Creature Comforts

LOCATION: Downtown

While some beings in Wicked’s Rest hunt down supernatural beings for the purpose of killing, others seek them out for less harmful reasons. Creature Comforts is the perfect club for anybody with a taste for the most peculiar performers. Supernatural creatures of all kinds, as well as humans who don't mind horror-themed costumes, are free to perform at and visit this club for monster-lovers.

The drinks list is filled with many familiar beverages, but others are more obscure. Certain available drinks have names in Latin, whereas others are impossible to be spoken by the average tongue. Because of this extensive list, a massive leather book sits behind the bar for any bartender working on any given night.

While most of the dancers are supernatural in nature, the human dancers at the club are free to express themselves in any way they wish while on, and off the job. This fact, and the available supernatural accommodations made available to employees, make it a bit of a hidden safe space for all unique individuals, regardless of species.

The short list of rules for the establishment is made known by many signs throughout the establishment, in a font that always seems clear to see. Those who break these simple rules sometimes don't always return to their beds at the end of the night.

While most remember their nights spent in the club, humans may find it difficult to properly recount the events of the night to others, especially if they were witnesses to any supernatural or unusual performances.

Each private room within the club seems to change depending on the employee that opens the door. In the brief moment before the door to one of these rooms is opened, some believe that they can catch a glimpse of the bland room beneath the décor and neon lights.

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Signages: The Key to Your Brand’s Success

Maximize Your Business Visibility with Effective Signages

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Integrating effective signages into your marketing strategy is a powerful way to maximize your business’s visibility and attract more customers. From the attention-grabbing appeal of custom neon signs to the dynamic features of digital signages, the right signage solutions can enhance your brand presence and drive business success. Whether you’re seeking custom signages or the latest in LED neon signage, remember that effective signages are a key tool in boosting your business’s visibility and achieving your marketing goals.

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SHOCKING Update: Try Guys Spill Secrets on Ned's Exit and 4th Member!

TryPod Chronicles: Ned's Hilarious Exit Unveiled! Well, gather 'round my fellow detectives, because yesterday, the Try Guys served up a piping-hot scoop on their podcast, TryPod, and let me tell you, it's juicier than a watermelon at a fruit fight! If you missed it, here are a dozen nuggets of gold you'd better catch up on, or you'll be out of the loop like a hula hoop with a missing segment: - 🕵️‍♂️ Sleeve Sleuthing Success: Keith cracked the code on a fan theory wilder than a giraffe riding a unicycle. Someone spotted Ned's sleeve lurking in the shadows of a single frame, igniting the internet detective brigade. Side-by-sides, magnifying glasses, and teenage sleuths galore! - 🤐 Legal Tap Dance: It was like a secret society, folks. The remaining Try Guys were handcuffed by the law, unable to spill the beans on Ned's vanishing act until the paperwork wizards gave the nod. Hush-hush like a library full of church mice. - 📜 Matching Statements, Oopsie: Zach spilled the beans that Ned and the Try Guys released their parting statements in the same font. Coincidence? Nope, it's the font of friendship! Or maybe Ned just raided their font closet. Fontgate anyone? - 🛒 Skittles of Anxiety: Keith got caught in an anxiety storm while grocery shopping, convinced everyone was peeking at him like he was a celebrity coupon collector. Meanwhile, Zach's wedding tour turned into a buffet of “news Skittles” for hungry guests. - 💼 Brand Anxiety Bonanza: Keith had nightmares of their brand getting tarnished like a spoon in a garbage disposal. The horror! They were more worried than a cat at a dog convention. - 😨 Twitter Tumult: The Try Guys offered a shoulder for the person involved, claiming that no matter what you mess up, being trending topic #1 with the New York Times lurking is like being a misbehaving penguin in a spotlight. - ☠️ Death Threat Drama: Zack confirmed that some folks involved got death threats. Even the bravest warrior might have turned into a shaking chihuahua in the face of such online aggression. - 🎙️ Podcast Pandemonium: With three Try Wives in the picture, the future of the "You Can Sit with Us" podcast hung in the balance like a seesaw with a confused elephant on one side. Ariel gets some personal space, and the show's future is in limbo. - 🎬 Meta Metamorphosis: Zach burst the bubble that their BuzzFeed era was like last week's leftovers—it's over, baby! The Try Guys 2.0 are on the horizon, like a shiny new toy with extra sprinkles. - 🚫 Return to Sender: Zach and Keith chimed in like a gong at a meditation retreat—no, no, a thousand times no! If Ned’s shenanigans stayed secret, it'd be like hiding a rhinoceros in a bouncy castle. - 🎙️ Eugene's Podcast Panic: The scoop on Eugene? He’d rather wrestle a wild porcupine than do a podcast. Zach and Keith declare their partnership like a bold neon sign, leaving Eugene in the shadows. - 🚫 No Try Guy Round Four: They're waving the "No New Try Guy" flag like a lifeguard at a wave pool, making it clear they're not playing matchmaker for a new member. You heard it here, folks: no replacement, no pressure. And there you have it, the Try Guys' saga sliced and diced with the comedic flair of a banana split served with a side of laughter. So, if you’re not caught up yet, don't be the last person to the laugh fest! 🎉# TryPod Chronicles: Ned's Hilarious Exit Unveiled! Well, gather 'round my fellow detectives, because yesterday, the Try Guys served up a piping-hot scoop on their podcast, TryPod, and let me tell you, it's juicier than a watermelon at a fruit fight! If you missed it, here are a dozen nuggets of gold you'd better catch up on, or you'll be out of the loop like a hula hoop with a missing segment: - 🕵️‍♂️ Sleeve Sleuthing Success: Keith cracked the code on a fan theory wilder than a giraffe riding a unicycle. Someone spotted Ned's sleeve lurking in the shadows of a single frame, igniting the internet detective brigade. Side-by-sides, magnifying glasses, and teenage sleuths galore! - 🤐 Legal Tap Dance: It was like a secret society, folks. The remaining Try Guys were handcuffed by the law, unable to spill the beans on Ned's vanishing act until the paperwork wizards gave the nod. Hush-hush like a library full of church mice. - 📜 Matching Statements, Oopsie: Zach spilled the beans that Ned and the Try Guys released their parting statements in the same font. Coincidence? Nope, it's the font of friendship! Or maybe Ned just raided their font closet. Fontgate anyone? - 🛒 Skittles of Anxiety: Keith got caught in an anxiety storm while grocery shopping, convinced everyone was peeking at him like he was a celebrity coupon collector. Meanwhile, Zach's wedding tour turned into a buffet of “news Skittles” for hungry guests. - 💼 Brand Anxiety Bonanza: Keith had nightmares of their brand getting tarnished like a spoon in a garbage disposal. The horror! They were more worried than a cat at a dog convention. - 😨 Twitter Tumult: The Try Guys offered a shoulder for the person involved, claiming that no matter what you mess up, being trending topic #1 with the New York Times lurking is like being a misbehaving penguin in a spotlight. - ☠️ Death Threat Drama: Zack confirmed that some folks involved got death threats. Even the bravest warrior might have turned into a shaking chihuahua in the face of such online aggression. - 🎙️ Podcast Pandemonium: With three Try Wives in the picture, the future of the "You Can Sit with Us" podcast hung in the balance like a seesaw with a confused elephant on one side. Ariel gets some personal space, and the show's future is in limbo. - 🎬 Meta Metamorphosis: Zach burst the bubble that their BuzzFeed era was like last week's leftovers—it's over, baby! The Try Guys 2.0 are on the horizon, like a shiny new toy with extra sprinkles. - 🚫 Return to Sender: Zach and Keith chimed in like a gong at a meditation retreat—no, no, a thousand times no! If Ned’s shenanigans stayed secret, it'd be like hiding a rhinoceros in a bouncy castle. - 🎙️ Eugene's Podcast Panic: The scoop on Eugene? He’d rather wrestle a wild porcupine than do a podcast. Zach and Keith declare their partnership like a bold neon sign, leaving Eugene in the shadows. - 🚫 No Try Guy Round Four: They're waving the "No New Try Guy" flag like a lifeguard at a wave pool, making it clear they're not playing matchmaker for a new member. You heard it here, folks: no replacement, no pressure. And there you have it, the Try Guys' saga sliced and diced with the comedic flair of a banana split served with a side of laughter. So, if you’re not caught up yet, don't be the last person to the laugh fest! 🎉 Read the full article