#this is not even counting the bone diagrams i made. i am not including the bone diagrams

[upsidedowngrass]

HELLO here is............ reference art for my liam design/interpretation!!!!!! a lot of these r ideas ive already had and/or included in my liam art already BUT !!! now its all in ONE PLACE!!!! :)

[reginaofdoctorwho]

weird shit that would probably have something to do with me in a horror movie

no one wanted this but i’m bored and found a bottle so you’re all getting it. yes these are all true. check the tags, if u think i’ve missed something please let me know!

there was a murder (technically, i don’t really count it as a murder) next door when i was four years old on christmas morning

the weird antique glass bottle i found half-buried in the woods in the woods yesterday with living bugs in it that made no attempt to leave it once i uncovered it

there is a local cult in the next town over. this is not the same as the local cult that was in the other town over where my mom grew up

random completed animal skeletons in the woods behind our house, i’m talking prey and predator, both laid out like in a goddamn scientific diagram. for a while there’d be ones in the middle of our yard, always the same type of animal, always just the bones and nothing else, laid out like it was posed. this has been happening for over half a decade and we have no fucking clue how, why, or who is doing it

the screaming from the woods that i’m going to assume is a fox

my sister almost dated a murderer. his niece or something is in my class

there is a house that is now part of a “local ghost tour” that belonged to my great+ grand parents during the civil war where my great+ aunt died allegedly murdered by her husband who is actually blood related to me. family history says she died of childbirth, which given that it was the 1800s... probably is true

there was an actual murderer in our family a few generations back but he married in and killed his wife and her sister. they didn’t find out about it until they read his journals after he died where it apparently told everything he did and they decided. “well, that wouldn’t look good for the family, and they’re already dead anyway” and just kept it hidden??

the fact we have my great great grandmother’s dress from probably 1890s or 1900s. even more so the fact that i fit in it. if this was fantasy horror (vampires, some immortal thing or ghost) i’d be fucking dead or cursed

fairly certain i was possessed by the ghost of a puritan as a kid

my family seems to have a curse with babies and nurses? my great uncle died when he was born because long story short, hospitals were the new hot thing, he was perfectly healthy, then a nurse dropped him and he died instantly. my sister died when she was a toddler and the hospital actively tried to delete her hospital records to cover it up and ended up getting fined by the state for it. the nurses responsible were not arrested or punished in any way.

my family all has fucked up connective tissue, in my brother it was bad enough he had to get a steel bar in his chest so it wouldn’t cave in.

the many times i have almost drowned, sometimes due to intentional actions by humans (my dad, it was my dad)

this in addition to the other fucked up shit he did before the divorce when he still lived here, including but not limited to: killing my mom’s favorite pet goat, hanging its skull in a tree, and leaving the body in the woods. not letting his kids learn how to cook. anytime someone asked him to cook he’d put as much pepper/hot sauce in as he could (even for like, scrambled eggs) and give it to the youngest person, usually a toddler. this was me at times. taking his kids out to the woods and threatening murder. taking his kids out to the woods and threatening burning. purposely locked the basement from the inside so we couldn’t get the gaping hole in the stairs leading to one of three kids rooms fixed. tearing up pictures of the kids whenever my mom did something he didn’t like. i had more here but i tried to cut it down a litttle

people have threatened to murder me before. one time a girl didn’t threaten, and actually acted like she was starting to like me, but her cousin read her diary or something and found out she was planning to commit a lot of murder, and told her parents and she got sent to a psychiatric ward for a couple weeks

my mom lived down the street from a family that got axe-murdered by one of their two sons when she was a kid. the murderer did get out on an insanity plea and is still in the area. also their neighbor’s mom “lost her mind” (how the story was told) when she had to protect their kids while her husband went over to try to protect the non murderer son when he got home from school and ran over screaming about his brother trying to kill him and had killed their parents

also she knew a girl who almost got kidnapped by this really fucked up traveling serial killer that has his own wikipedia page that is,,, lengthy. the girl had [alleged] mafia ties, and the guy ended up dying shot by police despite them being told to bring him in, which sounds kinda suspicious

long story short i’d probably be the sequel where one comes back

apparently i go to the “bad” school, which i found out in a coffee shop when i overheard two girls talking about how one’s dad went there and how horrible and dangerous it is

school fights are weird. either they don’t happen or they come freakishly close to murder. people slam heads into lockers, stomp on bones, drag people by hair along the ground. one time in my brother’s class a 4′9″ girl sent a 6′2″ football player to the hospital. there was video of a fight a couple years ago that’s still around. it was brutal, but also one of the girls fighting was taking one for the team in it and got the other kicked out

we don’t have a ceiling in all of the third floor, and the cafeteria has 2. this is not relevant in any way, but it’s important to me that you know this

also the guys kept ripping the heating vents/radiators/whatever off the walls in their bathrooms and got almost all the bathrooms locked. including the girls’ ones.

also everyone kept punching holes in the walls so on some of them it’s just,,, metal sheeting down the whole hallway

there are so many fucking shootings in the next town over. literally five years ago it was this nice place where kids would go on history tours, i did when my sister worked for that group. now there is pretty much one business that has not been held up at gunpoint, and if u look up to the serial killer bullet point, it is for v similar ties. it’s a pizza place and if u ever stop by u gotta try it

women in my family have weirdly good intuition but every couple generations we get doubtful. my great grandma didn’t want a hospital birth but decided “hey it’s the hot new thing for a reason”, my mom switched churches based on nothing but intuition and it turned out someone was a pedophile there (found out years later), i instantly could tell my friend’s boyfriend was a pos and wasn’t surprised later when he told her he’d murder and dismember me in front of her, and upon meeting him told him he was a fucking coward and couldn’t do it. he broke up with her a month later.

i was really good friends for a while with two guys that burned a building down. yes they were arrested. i was friends before and after the fire. they’re pretty nice, but this girl they used to date (at different times, they were brothers, yes it was fucking weird and uncomfortable for everyone involved except her but that’s it’s own thing) said some fucked up shit and it was the closest i ever got to starting a fight. anyway i’m still friends with both on facebook. one of them shares a lot of king of the hill memes

speaking of that fight, i 100% would’ve tried to kill her in that moment. u know that john mulaney quote like “i didn’t understand how a person could want to kill another person. then i got cheated on, and i was like ‘oh, okay.’”? that was me, but replace “cheated on” with she told me it was good my five year old sister was dead because she was a waste, and told me she hoped i’d die of covid”. it was mainly the sister thing. i couldn’t move because if i did i’d start a fight with the [way] above mentioned shit.

my family has a literal feud with a local farming family. i mean, we keep farm animals (sheep, goats, chickens), these people have that, pigs, and crops too. the feud was because their great uncle (or great grand uncle, i’m a little fuzzy on the details) published an autobiography (despite not being anyone famous/important) and in it talked about when he was friends with my grandfather and how creepy my great grandfather was (this was the one with the dead firstborn son) because he kept newspaper clippings of the Lindbergh baby’s kidnapping and murder pinned to a board on the wall of his office/basement. also because he was a child of german immigrants who wanted to fight against nazis in WW2 (how suspicious [sarcasm]). members of their family are in my grade. they charged my sister for almost half an extra pound of goods, too, which just revitalized it.

i live by corn fields. i am surrounded by cornfields. (joke one)

i was friends for a while with this girl whose baby teeth,,, didn’t really fall out completely? she was 17 the last time i saw her in person, she’s probably 19 now and judging by her facebook pictures they’re still Like That. she had a very symmetrical mouth/teeth, which made it weirder. just to clarify, she had some of her baby teeth pushed forward and up, so they kind pointed out a little? and all her adult teeth. she was literally so pretty.

a teacher who is v sexual with his female students came into my english class (he is a science teacher) to demand why i wasn’t signed up for his class. we then both became increasingly passive aggressive and he told the whole class where i live with specific directions and landmarks. the guy sitting next to me had to try to tone things down despite being obviously confused as to why it was even happening (me too buddy). he lives down the road from my sister. when my niece had her birthday party at our house i was outside setting things up and he slowed his car down and honked at me. fuckin creep

[theres-a-goldensky]

26 + 2 Various BL Series Fic Recs

Fandoms included in this fic rec list: Love By Chance, TharnType, Until We Meet Again, My Engineer, 2 Moons, HIStory3: Trapped (plus a bit of bonus Theory of Love and WHY R U?)

I’ve found a handful of good fics for all of these tiny pairings that I am newly obsessed with, and I thought I’d share them with you if you’re also looking for something good to read. Please, if you have recs of your own, point me in the direction of any other good stuff!

As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:

The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian

IT chapter 2 list one and two - Reddie 

Good Omens - Aziraphale/Crowley

Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.

(All recs are complete) (I’ve noted pairings, length, and rating, but not any warnings or additional tags.)

** denotes personal favorite

LOVE BY CHANCE / THARNTYPE

1. the count up series by sweetiejelly - Tin/Can - ~34,000 words, explicit - A fix-it fic post-canon where Tin and Can slowly work out their issues with some missteps and learning along the way.

So two weeks later, when Can first does it, Tin doesn't know what to do. For the longest while, he just turns off his phone screen. And then turns it back on.

good night, tin. it's been a while but i promised to say good night. so, good night, sleep well.

Every damn time the text is still there.

In the end, Tin deletes it.

The next morning, Can does it again.

good morning, tin. looks like rain today. don't forget your umbrella.

Tin deletes it.

The texts keep coming.

2. ** LBC Aftermath series by Mara - LBC/TharnType crossover- ~6700 words, mature - Were you too horrified by Techno’s ending in LBC? This author feels your pain and did her part to get some justice for Techno. This fic has zero sympathy for Kengkla, which I deeply appreciated. This will help you work out some of your anger. It features LBC!Techno and the TharnType versions of Tharn and Type. Mind the warnings, since this deals with the serious consequences of Kengkla’s actions.

Kengkla stayed at the house through the morning and Techno was so jumpy he nearly leaped out of his skin every time Kla looked at him or talked to him. Even though Kla had explained what happened and how he wasn’t upset to be dating, Techno still felt weird. He kind of wished he remembered what had happened. A guy should remember how he lost his virginity, right?

Kla grabbed him in a big hug and Techno froze, managing a weak grin when Kla pulled back to smile at him. “I’ve got to go home now. But I’ll call you later. Let me know if you go somewhere.”

“O-okay.” Techno stared as the boy let himself out the front door.

3. 5 + 1 by strokeofluck - Tin/Can- ~3600 words, rated general - This is a sweet story about the times when Pete sees Tin having feelings for Can. 

Pete weighed his options as he glanced back and forth between Tin and Can. Can didn’t seem to be bothered by the whole thing, he even had a shy smile on his face. Or at least, Pete thought it was a shy smile, he had never really seen this kind of expression coming from Can before.

He could let this whole thing go, he supposed, but he didn’t really want to. It was time for him to finally say to Tin: I told you so.

“You were born in Bangkok,” he said, casting a wide net and hoping Can would find himself caught in it.

Can did.

4. That Testified Surprise by Mara - Techno/Tharn/Type - ~7000 words, mature - This is a LBC canon rewrite that stars the TharnType version of all three characters. Type realizes something is not...quite...right with Kengkla and invites Techno to stay with him and Tharn instead of going home drunk.

Pouring Techno into the passenger seat, Type sat down in the driver’s seat and pulled the phone out to check it, entering the passcode. (The passcode was the birthday of Thai national football team captain Siwarak Tedsungnoen, of course. Duh.)

Fuck, it looked like Nic had been either texting or calling every 20 minutes since they got to the bar. What was up there?

Scrolling back through the evening’s texts, Type scowled harder. Loving brother or not, this was fucking creepy. Going back farther, it looked like it was a pattern. Did the kid do anything other than pester his brother about his whereabouts?

THARNTYPE

5. everything he wants by minkit - ~5100 words, explicit - Type accidentally ruins one of Tharn’s shirts and agrees to do whatever Tharn wants to make up for it. Which means it’s porn stretched over the bare bones of a plot, and it’s great. 

Tharn’s hands moved across the bed, slowly, inch by inch and it was frustrating because Type knew they were heading to him, but Tharn took his sweet time. And then they were covering his hands and Tharn’s face was mere centimeters from his and Type could barely breathe. It took everything he had not to lean forward and capture those lips that also belonged to him, but he had a feeling if he tried, Tharn wouldn’t let him. He had that look on his face and Type knew what it meant.

He knew he was in for a long rest of the night.

6. You’ve Got Mail by perthbysaint - ~7800 words, explicit - Type sends Tharn nudes at the most inconvenient times.

A selfie? From Type? Tharn was thanking all of his lucky stars as he happily taps to load the image. The picture loads and Tharn’s phone slips from his suddenly lax grip. Convinced he couldn’t have just seen what he thought he just saw, he picks his phone up hastily and stares very intently at the picture.

It’s a mirror selfie, obviously taken in a changing room, but that thought comes secondary to thighs. Type is holding the camera in front of his face to take the picture, shirt clenched in his other hand and pulled up slightly to show off the shorts. The fucking shorts. He had seen Type in his soccer gear before and yes, Type has most definitely asked for the wrong size and Tharn is more grateful than he’s ever been for anything in his whole life. The shorts are riding up so high they can’t cover more than a few inches of skin, Type’s smooth, powerful thighs on full display. On the inside of his left thigh, there’s a tiny purple mark peeking out from under the bottom of the shorts. Tharn knows exactly what it is because he was the one who left it there just two days ago when he sucked marks into Type’s thighs for a half-hour before he slung Type’s legs over his shoulders and ate him out until Type was sobbing fat tears and begging Tharn to let him come.

7. pet names series by LokelaniRose - ~50,000 words, explicit - A series of post-episode fics that gives us the sex that the show only hinted at, starting with the shower scene.

Tharn prides himself on his self-control. All his passion and intensity is saved for his music, when he’s safely behind a drum kit and can let it all out. He’s never been as irritated by anyone else as he is by Type and all his playground bullying nonsense. Something about the other boy just shakes something loose inside him, rattles at Tharn’s iron discipline until he has to grit his teeth constantly not to just – what? Kiss him? Kill him? Tharn has enough composure (and pride) to put up a front that’s all smiles and wry amusement, but really he regularly skips between one of two daydreams – twisting Type’s head off or fucking him into the ground.

(Tharn is absolutely not going to admit to the third set of daydreams, of curling up around Type when he’s cold or cheering him on at matches or bringing him home to meet Tharn’s father. Nope, no, definitely not.)

2MOONS SERIES

8. ** The universe where we do not commit reckless, unlubricated buttsex by startledoctopus - Forth/Beam - ~8700 words, explicit - This is a great story about Beam giving in and trying to seduce Forth the same way he seduced all of those girls in his past. This Forth is great, and the story retcons their first time to something far more pleasant for Beam.

   "We're heading into a unit on disorders of the spine and I need to review my basic skeletal and muscular anatomy. But it feels stupid to keep studying these weird-looking diagrams and drawings." None of this was, strictly speaking, factual, but an engineering major wouldn't know any different. Beam gathered up all his bravado, walked behind Forth, and began rucking up his shirts as if this were completely normal.

   "What! I..."

   "Shut up, I need to look at a real back so I know what I'll be looking at as a doctor." Forth let him take the shirts off, glancing back at him several times but giving in meekly to Beam's stern look. Forth shuffled the papers some more.

   "All right. Okay, um...Ah!" Beam smirked at Forth's reaction as he ran his thumbs down the nape of his neck.

9. Good Things Come To by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~4300 words, explicit - Kit gets drunk and reveals more of his feelings for Ming than he probably means to.

"Hmm." Kit closes his eyes and leans his head back on the headrest. "Ming, Ming, Ming. Do you know your name's a kiss? I'm kissing the air everytime I say 'Ming'!" Kit pops his mouth and it pops Ming's mind a bit. "And then I think about kissing you. Why do you make me think about you so damn much? You're so annoying, Ming. No one's ever..." and Kit leans to the side, almost like he's going to conk out or throw up, only to straighten back up. "... made me this crazy."

Oh shit. Ming doesn't know what to do with all of this information. He knew somewhere deep down that Kit likes him. Kit's eyes can't lie. Kit's mouth can't either, the cusses coming out whenever he's keyed up and flustered, and then there are his kisses.

10 + 11. ** how to fail flirt your way into his heart (a guide by Kit) and a little conversation (and a little action please) by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~30,000 words, explicit in the second part - This story makes a tiny plot divergence. It has Kit put a little more effort into finding out if Ming is really into Yo and then from there, it loosely follows the plot of the show with some key differences. I really enjoyed this.

"Can I have your number?" Kit mentally face-palms. Why? Damn Pha. Damn Beam. Just damn everything, ugh. He has never flirted in his life. Pin asked him out, okay? He doesn't know how to do this. "I'm Kit, Phana's friend," he says, trying to make it less weird.

"I'm Ming. And of course, P'Kit!" Ming flashes him an easy grin and holds out his hand.

Oh right, the phone. Kit shoves it at Ming, nearly hitting him in the chest. Great, he's acing this.

Ming smiles at him, bemused or confused, probably both, and brushes his hand, totally unnecessarily, over the back of Kit's hand as he takes the phone. "In case of emergency, right?" Ming looks up at him from under his lashes and boy, this nong is brazen.

12. ** In Control series by LokelaniRose - Ming/Kit - ~27,000 words, explicit - Kit struggles to tell Ming that he wants something other than the careful, gentle sex they’ve been having. Ming discovers that Kit has some anxiety and panic problems. He also discovers what helps him feel better. [spoilers: these two things are connected.] I love how attentive and caring Ming is throughout this series. The anxious Kit also rings true to the character we saw on the show.

But now that Kit is fretting over things, he might as well fret over this as well. So Ming is great in bed. And let’s be honest, Kit probably isn’t. He hasn’t had a hundred previous partners – okay, tiny exaggeration, but still – and doesn’t know all the fancy moves and techniques and tricks…and just like everything else, in bed Ming is somehow casual and sincere at the same time. He never seems to want anything except what Kit wants, is always happy to do whatever, to take his time making slow, gentle love to Kit. Kit knows that he always comes at least – he secretly really likes it when Ming comes, he’s not quite sure why – but what if there’s more that Kit could be doing, to make it better for him? If Kit was better in bed maybe it would make up for being a shitty boyfriend in other areas, one who can’t be nice in public or talk about his feelings.

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

13. another nightmare fic by itsmylifekay - Win/Team - ~2300 words, not rated - Team tries to sleep without Win and it doesn’t go well. 

Team’s room feels suffocating, the air too thick and the space too dark and the covers sticking to his skin with sweat. His breaths are too loud in the quiet, but the quiet itself is deafening. It reminds him of the water. The muted sounds. The frantic pounding of his heart. (The same one he feels now echoed in his chest.)

Flashes of the dream come back to him unbidden.

Everything is too dark, too bright, no way to see what way is up or what way is down. He’s trapped. Can’t get out. Can’t breathe.

14. ** Different With You by blackrose9212 - Win/Team - ~6900 words, teen - It’s open swim week, which means that the swimming club offers free lessons to any of the students who would like to participate. Team doesn’t understand why his teammates hate it so much - until he does. Great jealousy in this one from both sides. 

“Nice to meet you,” the boy gushes. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to join your group. Auntie said there needs to be at least three people, and no one was sitting across from you two. I’ve been paying attention so I already have ideas. Is that okay?” Team watches as he pulls out his books and drops them onto the table, pushing them a little farther out so they’re nearly touching Win’s notebook.

Team shrugs. “Sure, that’s fine. I don’t think Win has been paying attention so I’m glad you have an idea of what’s going on.”

Win hits him lightly at the back of the hand and Film giggles behind his hand. “Oh, no, P’Win looks very smart. I’m sure he’s been listening.” He looks at Win and smiles a little, blushing when Win gives him a smile back.

Team looks between the two of them. Then back at Film, who’s watching Win leaf through his literature textbook like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, and then past Film at the table he left from, where he sees three boys, laughing behind their hands and making cooing faces.

15. seven hundred thirteen by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~6800 words, mature - Win spends two years abroad in England, and he and Team have to navigate a long distance relationship. It’s very sweet and written very true to life. 

“I kind of hoped you were going to show up at the airport tomorrow morning and chase the plane,” Win says. He kisses Team’s hair, lingering there to memorize the fresh, clear scent.

Team says, “Is it weird that I thought about doing that?” and Win feels him smile against his shoulder.

It’s late, nearly nine thirty, and Win had plans of how to spend tonight that can’t be realized anymore. He wanted to invite Team to dinner with his family. He wanted to play video games with Team and View. He wanted to talk about London with Waan and Team. He wanted to include Team in his family’s warmth in some small way, to make him feel less lonely.

He can’t do any of that now but he still wants to sneak Team upstairs and have him in his arms all night. He wouldn’t, but he wants to. It’s been a month since he moved off campus permanently, and weeks since he was last able to spend a night alone with Team.

16. ** You Can Cry by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~19,600 words, mature - Win goes missing while on vacation with some friends. Team is left at home trying to handle it. I like the way the author built up to the accident happening. They did a good job creating tension and showing us exactly how Team felt about Win. And spoilers, this story has a happy ending.

“You’re going to fail out of university,” Team tells him. “You’re not really going, are you?”

Win rolls onto his side and perches his cheek on his hand. “What if I say yes?” he asks. “Will you miss me?”

Team’s warning look is more venomous than usual. “Not at all,” Team says, and Win smirks because that isn’t true and they both know it. “You still shouldn’t go. What if you miss the flight back? You’ll fail out and I’ll break up with you for being a dumbass.”

The very recent phenomenon of Team acknowledging that they’re a couple has its usual melting effect on Win’s heart.

2GETHER

17. ** Love Songs on Our Skin series by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~15,700 words, explicit - A soulmark AU where Tine is born with the notes to a song that hasn’t yet been written wrapped around his chest. I enjoyed how Tine’s obliviousness in the show carries over to this fic. 

Only Mr. Chic would have a song no one had ever fucking heard of permanently etched on his chest. For fuck's sake .

Still, he waves it off, and he tries not to look too closely at other people's marks. Tries being the key word. He doesn't envy the elegant watercolors of a guitar pick and an open novel he catches sight of on the wrists of some couple's interlinked hands when he's in town. And he certainly doesn't envy the dude he once saw in a coffee shop with the words " I hate you " scrawled across the back of his neck. But yeah, okay, he might be a little jealous of the people who are lucky enough to have something as simple as their soulmate's name on their skin. That definitely isn't fair.

"Why couldn't it at least have been a Scrubb song?" he asks the mirror as he wipes it clear shower-born condensation. The mirror and him are well acquainted with this conversation by now. In fact, the mirror sees the stupid mark more than anyone, so it might as well put up with his equally stupid questions. "It could have been 'Together.' Just think of it, how romantic it would be to meet some cute girl's eyes after bumping into them at a concert, my favorite song playing . . ." He draws a nail over the winding bars of the music on his chest, frowning. "That would be so much easier."

18. Drown Your Sorrows by HyacinthsSoul - 2gether/Theory of Love - Sarawat and Third meet at a bar and bond over being in love with oblivious men.

“No, he’s an angel,” Sarawat says. “Unfortunately he’s a very stupid, very straight angel.”

“Mine’s stupid too,” the other man admits. “But definitely no angel. I’m Third, by the way,” he adds, offering a slender hand to shake.

“Sarawat,” says Sarawat. “Can I buy you another? I think we’re drinking the same thing, although I can’t remember what it’s called.”

20. ** Your Body Is My Instrument by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~12,000 words, explicit - This fic does a good job doing what, in this reccer’s humble opinion, the series failed to: showing Tine attracted to Sarawat. There’s great first time sex and some fun sexual tension. Plus, we get to see them switch off, which is extremely rare in BL. And most importantly: hand kink.

It starts innocently enough. Or, well, innocently enough for a guy whose first words to him were, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll kiss you till you drop.” So, you know. It starts kinda like that.

They’ve been officially dating for a grand sum total of three days and altogether not that much has changed. Except that Sarawat touches him more now. Normally this would be fine, no big deal, right? But Sarawat has magic, evil hands, and apparently all he has to do is glance Tine’s way to deduce the exact right places and ways to touch Tine to drive him up the fucking wall.

And the worst part is it’s almost never the same place or the same way twice, and the only warning Tine ever gets is that sneaky little glint Sarawat gets in his eyes just before he does it, the bastard.

MY ENGINEER

21. Cool Boy(friend) by HyacinthsSoul - Ram/King - ~22,000 words, explicit - So this is technically a WIP, but each chapter feels like a completed fic without a cliffhanger or anything. This is a very sweet, comfortable story about King and Ram getting to know each other as their relationship develops.

In the selfie King sends, he’s holding up a full shot glass while someone’s arm reaches into the frame to hand him another kind of drink, something tall with a straw and a paper umbrella. Ram frowns. Whose arm is that? The person is wearing a red long-sleeved shirt, which doesn’t match what any of their friend group was wearing, and the engineer bar doesn’t offer table service.

Frowning, Ram looks back through the previous photos until he spots a detail he’d overlooked before: a red-shirted man at a neighboring table. He’s visible in the background of two or three pictures taken by Tee, and in each of them he’s staring intently at King.

Not that it’s any of Ram’s business. Not that he cares.

HISTORY3: TRAPPED

22. it’s too late (to turn back now) by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~7200 words, general audiences - Canon divergence fic where Tang Yi pushes Shao Fei away after he saves Hong Ye in order to try and protect him. Shao Fei reacts to that about as well as you’d expect.

“Tang Yi, what do you mean-“

“I think you’ve fooled around for long enough,” Tang Yi interrupts, his voice cold, nothing like the man who had dabbed at his lips with a cotton bud last night, the man who had smiled at him when he made the cannon joke.

“You’ve disrupted my life, and the life of my family and friends in the past few weeks, Meng Shao Fei. This has gone for long enough,” he continues, unwavering. “I don’t want to have anything more to do with you. Take a good rest here in the hospital, and I’ll get someone to pack up your things back at the house. Jack will deliver it back to your apartment.”

23 + 24. ** just waiting, waiting (on you) and between you and me by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~16,000 words, general audiences - These are stories about how Shao Fei and the rest of the gang deal over the years when Tang Yi is in jail. Found family fics are my jam, so I loved this.

The thing is, it’s been almost three months of this. 90 days, give or take. 2,160 hours. 129,600 minutes. And more than 7 million seconds of this — not having Tang Yi at his side.

Shao Fei wonders for a moment if he will ever stop seeing Tang Yi in every corner of the house. When he comes down the stairs in the morning, some part of him expects to see Tang Yi standing at the kitchen island with a bright smile, asking him if he wants jam with his toast that morning. Shao Fei sees Tang Yi in that apron he loves, cooking at the stove when he fixes himself dinner, alone in the spacious kitchen. Seeing Tang Yi’s favourite blue bathrobe, Shao Fei can almost see Tang Yi leaving the bathroom, his hair all wet and falling over his eyes.

25. amuse bouche by sarahyyy - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~2400 words, general audiences - This is more of Jack seducing Zhao Zi through food and attention. So basically an extension of the show. Mother hen Jack is the cutest.

“Jack?” Zhao Zi murmurs blearily. “Why are you here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jack shoots back, herding Zhao Zi back into the house. He checks for Zhao Zi’s temperature with the back of his hand. “Fever?”

“Just the flu for now, I think?” Zhao Zi says.

Jack purses his lips. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“I had some bread earlier?” Zhao Zi says, but he also looks shifty enough that Jack mostly takes it with a grain of salt.

26. Absolutely Nothing Goes Wrong by anon - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~4500 words, teen - This is an AU where Zhao Zi is the son of a rival mob boss, but he’s still, you know HIMSELF. And when his father says he’s useless, he decides to prove him wrong by seducing Tang Yi’s second-in-command. It’s absolutely adorable.

The man pulled him by the arm, resisting Zhao Zi’s attempts to unhook his claws without causing a scene.

“Hey, stop grabbing me!” he shouted, as the other man played deaf.

“While I admit this is a very loud bar, I didn’t think it was quite so easy to mishear what this young man just yelled straight into your ear,” a newcomer who’d witnessed their conflict said lightly as he walked up to them. His words were accompanied by a wide, almost chilling smile. Zhao Zi blinked once and the odd peculiarity of that smile vanished, leaving just a regular smile in its place. He must’ve just been imagining things under the harsh shadows of the dimly lit bar.

AND +2

Because I’m shameless, I’ll add my own two fics to the end, if you’re interested.

WHY R U?

27. Sorry A Thousand Times - Fighter/Tutor - ~3200 words, explicit - This is a canon divergence for the series finale. I needed more catharsis after the intensity of episode 12.

Tutor narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides. He took a deep breath. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before you listen?” he asked. I don’t know how many more times I can bring myself to say it.

“Only once,” Fight said and then added, “if you mean it.”

Tutor crossed his arms over his chest and said, “What makes you think I don’t mean it now?”

The corner of Fight’s mouth turned up and he took a step closer. Tutor stumbled back until he was stopped by his legs hitting the edge of the bed. Fight reached out a hand and gently ran the back of his fingers over the line of Tutor’s jaw.

Until We Meet Again

28. Dream On - Win/Team - 8900 words, explicit - Takes place alongside show canon, so that we see how the bed sharing began and how Win and Team’s relationship developed over that year.

“Do you want to do well tomorrow?” Win asked, throwing one of his legs over both of Team’s.

“Yes,” Team said as he did his best to put some space between them on the tiny mattress.

“Then you need to get some sleep. I’m helping.”

“How is this helping?” Team demanded.

“Would you stop…” Win said, shifting closer every time Team pulled away. “Five minutes, Team. Just be still for five minutes, okay?”

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Haikyuu Horrors — Week 1 🔪

Wendigo — Kuroo Tetsurou x GenderNeutral!Reader

Next week: Demon — DemonKing!Oikawa Tooru x FallenAngel!Reader A/N: lowkey dedicating this to @kageyama-tho​​​ and @normiewrites​​ bc i love their blogs and they said they love horror stories fuck me up im so excited to write next week’s scenario The setting is in the Ashio Copper Mine and I had to make a couple of changes for the sake of the story. Although the mine’s been abandoned since 1973, tours are still carried out to this day and it’s a popular tourist spot. I’ve diverged from that (and some of the geography) and made it so that the mine’s been closed completely since 1973, including the public.  TW: character deaths, gore, blood, mentions of cannibalism and murder this is a wendigo scenario what did u expect Word count: 3,617

UNDER THE CUT

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January 9th, 2018. 12:47:32 AM Ashio, Nikko, Tochigi Prefecture The Kuroos Cabin

They both lived beneath a sky forsaken by the sun. 

The threat of fractures haunted their bones, the undertones of their skin had been drained and exhaustion circled their eyes. 

They both lived beneath a blinding white, their irises forever glazed.

Steam rose up from the latte that sat near the map of Nikko. [Y/n] had only taken a couple of sips of the coffee, finding the flavour disgustingly sugary. There was no element of surprise there, though - after all, it came from power in a packet. Superficial scratches ran along the desk, worn down from the never-ending notes and diagrams that [y/n]’s pens drew.

‘It’s almost one in the morning.’

‘Oh, Tetsurou,’ [y/n] approached Kuroo, wrapping their arms around his waist, ‘How come you’re up?’

‘I was asleep until I heard the kettle boiling,’ he chuckled, his fingers combing through their hair. Agony sank into Kuroo’s chest as several strands came out. He ensured that they ate three healthy meals a day, remained hydrated and spent time outdoors, but inadequate sleep takes a great toll on any body. 

‘The coffee tasted awful, so it wasn’t even worth waking you up for,’ they said sheepishly, ‘sorry.’ 

When it came to [y/n]’s insistence on tagging along with Kuroo during his trips to Nikko, he possessed an immeasurable dislike. The steady decline in [y/n]’s health induced a sickening anxiety within him, causing numerous arguments that all led to his failure in persuasion. [Y/n] always prevailed, ending up with him in their expensive two-story cabin in Ashio, drinking that godawful packet coffee throughout the night. 

Kuroo grabbed both of [y/n]’s hands, placing a kiss on each knuckle. ‘Come to bed,’ he coaxed, leading them out of the study.

‘I can’t,’ [y/n] pulled away, ‘I’ve got a new lead and I’ll lose my train of thought if I leave it for the morning.’ 

A long, dejected sigh left Kuroo’s lips. Their marriage of three years was fulfilling and filled with immense joy, there was not a speck of doubt about that fact. It was that obsession of theirs that caused concrete to pour into his lungs. For the entire year, it’d non-existent – it only emerged during those winter trips. It was almost a ritualistic occurrence that was triggered by lingering trauma. 

‘It’s been six years, [y/n],’ he said with sorrow, immense grief overwhelming him.  

‘And I’ll work on this case for another six if that’s needed,’ [y/n] returned to their desk, eyeing the blueprint taped to the wall above it. It was entirely taped with maps of nearby areas, newspaper clippings from 2012, head shots of the volleyball team they managed in high school - everything that they believed would assist them. 

‘Look at this,’ [y/n] turned their laptop towards him, showing him a list of names on an excel spreadsheet. 

‘Since when did you become so tech-savvy?’ Kuroo grinned slyly. 

‘Firstly, excel isn’t tech-savvy,’ they scoffed, ‘Secondly, don’t change the topic,’ they demanded. ‘I made a list of everyone who disappeared from the area over the past six years.’

Kuroo leaned into the screen, his pupils drifting down the list. 

‘And?’ 

[Y/n] pointed to the column titled “disappearance”, ‘Ever since the winter of 2014, the year they closed the investigation, a bunch of people would vanish within days of each other. All of them had no familial connections and barely any relationships, so there’s never been any pressure on the police to find them.’

Their lips pressed against the ceramic cup, taking a sip of their now-lukewarm coffee. ‘I’m glad neither of us have gotten snatched so far,’ they laughed nervously.

‘Probably because we’re not a socially inept,’ Kuroo chuckled, burying his face into the crook of their neck. He grabbed their shoulders tenderly, turning them around. ‘They’re dead, [y/n],’ Kuroo said with a soft voice. He placed his hands on their cheeks, the pad of his thumbs stroking their cheekbones. ‘They got lost during the snowstorm that day and died of hypothermia.’

‘No, they didn’t!’ they yanked his grip off them.

‘For fuck’s sake, [y/n]!’ Kuroo exploded, yelling in frustration, ‘The case was solved years ago! You’re losing sleep and ruining your health for nothing!’

‘You’re so full of shit!’ they fumed, ‘I know you don’t believe that because you were obsessed with this case too, remember?! But unlike you, I didn’t stop caring about what happened to our friends!’

‘I didn’t stop caring, I just moved on!’ Kuroo stepped towards into them, driving them to walk backwards until their back pressed against the wall. ‘Every year, you insistent on coming with me and I let you. I try so damn hard to make sure that you don’t return to your obsession, but you do it the moment I fall asleep.’

[Y/n] cowered under Kuroo’s intense gaze; his eyebrows knitted as air hissed between his teeth.

‘You’re never coming back here ever again,’ Kuroo walked away, prepared to slam the door shut, ‘we’re leaving in the morning.’

‘The mines, Tetsurou!’ 

The muscles within Kuroo’s shoulders suddenly relaxed, his posture slumping. ‘The Ashio Copper Mines that'd been abandoned since 1973...’ [y/n] began, ‘the police never even considered checking them.’

He finally looked at them, donning a smile riddled with misery.

‘Do... do you really want to know what happened?’

‘Of course I do! Don’t you dare tell me that you found out and kept it from me,’ [y/n] said with disgust. 

‘If you were the one who found out first, I would’ve been furious if you didn’t keep it from me,’ Kuroo picked up their snow jackets from the clothes rack, 'let’s go.’

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‘How are we meant to get in? The adit’s sealed,’ [y/n] rubbed their gloved hands together furiously, vapour drifting out of their mouth.  

‘Not fully,’ Kuroo walked over to the slabs of wood that covered the left edge of the adit. He placed a hand against them, his brain vividly recalling his first venture inside. The images pulsated within his eyes, almost liquefying them within their sockets.

Kuroo began to move the wood, each one sinking into the snow as he discarded them.

‘It’s a really small gap, but I think we’ll be able to squeeze through. Come,’ he ushered.

Although the glacial breeze no longer pricked into [y/n]’s exposed skin, the place somehow intensified their cold-induced numbness; as though fungus began to bloom from their pores. They believed that their unease was caused by the dark, but it continued to plague their muscles even after Kuroo flicked on the flashlight.

‘Hey, it’s alright,’ Kuroo put his arm around them, ‘there’s nothing threatening our wellbeing down here.’ 

‘Except for the rocks above us that may tumble down at any moment,’ [y/n] shuddered, ‘where exactly are we going? I-it’s still pretty dark.’

‘I want to show you what I found,’ Kuroo held them even closer, ‘Don’t worry, there’s no skeletons,’ he smirked.

‘This is not the time to joke around!’ 

A shriek erupted deep within the mines, the sudden spike in their blood pressure inducing a shiver into every vertebrae.

‘W-what on earth was that?’ [y/n] wheezed, breaking away from Kuroo. They frantically looked around, but their vision was limited to what the flashlight exposed. A droplet of water fell onto their scalp from the rusty beams above, causing them to gasp and jump backwards into Kuroo. 

‘Calm down,’ he cooed, holding [y/n]’s hand. ‘It’s been abandoned for over a decade and everything’s breaking down. Odd noises aren’t unusual.’

[Y/n] nodded with a gulp, their saliva soothing their dry throat. 

‘That elevator though’—Kuroo pointed the flashlight to his left, revealing a cage elevator—‘didn’t break down much. It worked fine the last time I was here.’  

‘The last time?’ [y/n] scoffed playfully, ‘You’ve been going on spooky adventures without me?’ they asked sarcastically. 

'Can’t comfort you every time you get startled,’ he snickered. He led them into the elevator and pulled the latch, the coils creaking as it took them upwards. 

Their arm was tightly looping around his, horrified at the possibility that they’d get separated. 

‘The wendigo’—Kuroo grunted as he slid open the cage-like door of the elevator—‘is a mythological creature that comes from Algonquian folklore.’

Logs of moldy wood were hammered into the walls over the rocks underneath, the spotlights mounted on them burnt out years ago. Several mine trolleys ran along the railway, ores of copper overflowing. The soles of Kuroo’s shoes created a crunch as he walked onto the pebbles covering the ground.

‘Tetsurou,’ they said with a stern voice, ‘when I said that this isn’t the time to joke around, I meant it.’

‘What, you’re not into Native American culture?’ Kuroo teased.

‘I’m not into you trying to scare me even more.’ 

‘[Y/n]…’ Kuroo placed his forehead against theirs, giving it a slow and gentle kiss, ‘... you have to trust that I’m telling you all this for a reason.’

[Y/n] held Kuroo’s hand in silent agreement, continuing to follow his lead. 

‘The Algonquian people believe that when a human starves long enough, the wendigo spirit will begin to possess them, driving them to have thoughts of cannibalism.’

A screech almost entirely pierced through [y/n]’s eardrums, a high-pitched ringing flourishing within their ears. The hairs along their body pointed upwards as their lower lip quivered.

‘Humans who find themselves in such a situation usually succumb out of survival. But even then, they’re not excused from the sin they committed. Their fate to transform into a wendigo, a man-eating monster, is sealed. That is their punishment.’

Another screech, this time leading to the sensation of an ice pick digging within [y/n]’s ears.

‘What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!’ [y/n] looked at Kuroo with fury and repulsion, ‘Y-you’re so damn casual about t-th-that story! And those sounds!’—they waved their hands around, attempting to come up with an appropriate description—‘Those a-aren’t things b-b-breaking down, o-or a person that could be here, b-because it’s so—’ 

Multiple shrieks, shaking and swirling within the aged walls.

‘Monstrous?’ Kuroo turned around to face them, the hazel of his eyes seemingly green. ‘Our friends were trapped in the mines for weeks, [y/n]. They were starving.’ 

‘I really don’t like that you’re implying that our friends ate each other. And I don’t like that you’re narrating some campfire story while doing so,’ [y/n] backed away from him, ‘we’re leaving. We’re leaving right now.’

Kuroo completely neglected their demand, immediately clasping his hand around their wrist and dragging them forwards.

‘Let go!’ [y/n] dug their heels into the ground, clawing at his fingers, ‘Dammit, Tetsurou, let go of me!’ 

They’d known him since their first years at Nekoma. Well over a decade had passed since then, yet there was never a single occasion where force was an element of Kuroo’s touch. As a matter of fact, the delicacy and tenderness of his touches were a sharp contrast to the roughness of his callouses - that was the kind of man [y/n] developed an intense love for. Not the man that was forcibly dragging them somewhere they didn’t wish to be.

‘A wendigo never dies from starvation and its hunger is insatiable... that’s the whole point of the curse,’ Kuroo dismissed their pleas. He finally stopped in front of a row of small wooden planks, propped into a muddy patch of soil. ‘But when I found them during that winter in 2014, I made a vow to keep them well-fed. That list of missing persons you showed me? That was the menu.’

‘You fucking kidnapped people and threw them in here?!’ the next shriek led a burst within [y/n]’s ear canal to suddenly erupt, their own scream merging with the animalistic ones echoing within the mines. [Y/n] pressed their hands firmly against their ears, palms warm with the blood that slowly poured out. 

‘I killed them beforehand so they wouldn’t suffer.’ 

Their face was raw from the negative temperature of the night, their tears scorching it as they trailed down. Kuroo wrapped [y/n] within his arms, holding them tightly into his chest. It did not induce the slightest amount of comfort, though. Kuroo’s embrace was foreign, alarming and unspeakably nauseating. 

The white paint on the wooden sticks was almost entirely chipped away, age having worn them down. [Y/n] kneeled in front of them when they caught glance of the letters scratched into them, blinking rapidly to lessen the clouding of their vision.

Inuoka. Kai. Shibayama. Taketora.   

A cassette of the team devouring the intestines of those four played inside [y/n]’s mind, as though their body was taunting them. Bile rose up their stomach, burning the delicate membranes of their throat and mouth as they spat it out. 

‘W-who the fuck even are you?!’ they aggressively pushed Kuroo away, ‘You’re not the man I married! I d-didn’t marry a fucking murderer!’ 

 ‘You’d rather they starve again?’ he asked in disbelief.

‘You just said that those things don’t die from starvation!’ 

The next screech prompted Kuroo to stand up and face away from them, appearing to be waiting for something. ‘It’s not fair that we’re alive and happy, [y/n]. We both have to die just as horribly,’ he said in an uncharacteristically calm manner. If [y/n] hadn’t known any better, they would have believed that he was a deaf man that was completely unaware of the monstrous wails. ‘That is the punishment for our sin.’ 

 ‘What fucking sin? There’s no sin! Please, Tetsurou, this is all just survivor’s guilt—’ 

The muscles of their tongue tensed at the sight. The creature was no shorter than twelve feet, its legs thrice the length of its arms. Its pale, wrinkled and sickly grey skin was tightly taut against its bones due to severe emaciation; its abnormal skeleton on the verge of breaking through. No hair was to be found on its body - only frost. 

Its claws, the size of battle swords, sunk themselves into Kuroo’s head with ease; as though it were a needle gliding through a pin cushion. It placed its gaunt, sunken face in front of Kuroo’s, releasing a high-pitched scream that throbbed within [y/n]’s damaged ears. The short strings of decayed tendons that hung from shank-like teeth flew away from its mouth, some dropping to the ground.

[Y/n]’s pupils drifted towards the rocky ceiling of the mine, spotting several more wendigos screaming in hunger. The sound of flesh tearing caught their attention, leading them to look at Kuroo once more. 

The wendigo pulled his head upwards. [Y/n] watched every vein within his neck tear until his head was completely severed from his torso, splashes of ruby painting their face and dyeing their clothes. The vocal cords within their larynx were paralysed - even though the scent of rotten mince from their husband’s blood clung onto the hairs within their nostril, [y/n] found themselves incapable of making a single sound. Kuroo wasn’t capable of doing so either while he was ripped apart, the blood filling his upper body making him gurgle instead of scream. 

What distressed them even further was the wendigo’s sunken eyes. Its murky, faded golden eyes. 

‘... Kenma?’

The wendigos that lunged in [y/n]’s direction immediately snapped them out of their shock, prompting them to grab the flashlight. Sheer horror powered their legs to run to the elevator nearby; they possessed no desire to turn around and see how many there were exactly, especially when considering that that would slow their movements. 

Splinters and cuts embedded themselves into [y/n]’s fingers as they pushed large barrels, tumbled trolleys, rocks — anything and everything — in the wendigos’ way while they ran. Under normal circumstances, [y/n]’s strength to do such things would have been non-existent, but their heart beat fast enough for adrenaline to seep into every cell. Fear was a fuel to pushing the body well beyond its limits. 

Although [y/n] was relying on the unstable light they wavered around, the elevator began to enter their view. They extended their right hand out, prepared to close the metal door once they got in. Their brain was floating, their vision was hazing and their organs were collapsing. 

The unanticipated piercing of large, pointed teeth into [y/n]’s shoulder was what led them to finally scream. The wendigo was a creature of the winter, yet its bite was agonisingly hot. They could fully feel its humerus, rib cage, vertebrae — its entire skeleton — pressed against them while it lifted them off the ground. 

The wendigo was then suddenly ripped away from [y/n], Kenma — or rather, what used to be Kenma — having jumped at it. The pull tore several of [y/n]’s tendons, their nails digging into their shoulder to ease the throbbing sting.

With that singular brush of a four-leaf clover, [y/n] made it to the elevator at last. They found no time to apply pressure to their wound, dropping the flashlight and slamming the door shut. One of the wendigos gnawed at the bars, leading [y/n] to pull the latch frantically. It was significantly taller than the others - around fifteen feet. If it weren’t for its door, it would have easily grabbed [y/n]’s head and crushed it, giving them an end identical to Kuroo’s. 

[Y/n]’s head spun with a ruthless migraine, anxiety deepening while the wendigo refused to let go of its grip on the elevator while it ascended. They were unsure if it was their sole aim of escaping, or the trauma they’d gained from watching their husband’s severed head rolling towards them, but an intense rage engulfed them. They began to relentlessly and repeatedly slam the soles of their shoes against the wendigo’s claws. 

It screeched with a fury and pain, eventually letting go. When the elevator reached a halt, [y/n] realised that the adit was now close. 

[Y/n]’s brain began to shut down as they continued to run, following the white emitting from the small gap they entered from. The howls of those wendigos — their friends — reached a crescendo, blending into a singular note. They wondered how frequently they must have screamed as humans, desperate to suppress their hunger and restrain the wendigo spirit. Their survival relied on renouncing their humanity completely. Yaku, Fukunaga, Teshiro, Lev - they all succumbed, feasting upon the flesh of their teammates. All [y/n] could do was hope that they weren’t devoured alive. 

The truth of Kuroo’s last words regarding them tormented [y/n] - “they’re not excused from the sin they committed. Their fate to transform into a wendigo, a man-eating monster, is sealed. That is their punishment.”

When [y/n] finally squeezed themselves through the gap, they immediately barricaded it with the discarded planks of wood and nearby rocks. Their skin was encased with a filthy, blackened sheen of melted ice. It was a disgusting contrast to Kuroo’s blood on them; jelly-like, thick and sticky. Their own blood, on the other hand, warmed their bruised, sweaty body while it gushed out of their shoulder. It all made [y/n] reek of rust and mold.

 A loud, poignant wail left their cracked, bleeding lips, collapsing on all-fours as they sunk into the snow. Crimson and mahogany wept into the ground, tainting the white that stung their knees and palms. [Y/n]’s nostrils narrowed with mucous, dripping into their mouth and leaving a salty taste against their tongue. Tears tickled the tip of their nose as they fell and melted their way through the snow, the proof of their grief vanishing as quickly as it was born.

For a moment, they wondered if they’d sinned too.

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December 26th, 2018.  04:38:05 PM Ashio, Nikko, Tochigi Prefecture  Ashio Copper Mine

Years’ worth of wendigo-related research and observations, all hidden away in the cut outs Kuroo made within complex chemistry textbooks.

[Y/n] quietly chuckled to themselves as they dragged the ice sled up the short mountain, amused by their past naivety. Those hollowed books all rested on the large bookshelf in the living room, yet they never bothered to even read the titles. Not until after Kuroo was decapitated, that is. 

One of Kuroo’s hidden possessions included a comprehensive map of the Ashio region. When [y/n] sat down and analysed it the first time they found it, their loneliness for him surged. They were encouraged by others to return to the dating scene once they’d recovered, but they knew they’d never do so. [Y/n] wasn’t lonely for company - they were lonely for Kuroo.

Having reached the large hole situated above the Ashio Copper Mine, [y/n] kneeled beside the ice sled. In one of Kuroo’s diaries, he specified the only way he keep them well fed. There was a hole situated above the mountain housing the mine, deep enough to guarantee that no wendigo could climb up and emerge. That was where he dropped the bodies.

Several items were strapped onto the sled - a snowboard, a helmet and a thermally insulated box. However, they were mere props. They proved to be highly effective tools of disguise, attracting no suspicion whatsoever while they made their way from the town to the isolated mines. Those who passed by [y/n] never viewed the duffle bag as an object of interest. What menacing thing could there be in the bag of an individual clad in snowboard attire? Goggles? An extra pair of gloves? Bindings?

How extraordinarily slim was the probability that a corpse would be present?

Unzipping the duffle bag, [y/n] eyed the bloodied dent within the man’s temple. Kuroo specified that some Algonquians believed that the human remained trapped within the wendigo’s icy heart, but [y/n]’s always rejected that theory. The wendigo that was once Kenma tore its childhood friend in half, then proceeded to guzzle down his muscles and slurp on his pulsating arteries.

There was no human in there. 

But [y/n] finally understood the sin Kuroo referred to - it was the sin of escaping the ghastly demise their friends met. For committing that, they were rewarded with an equally violent death, or the punishment of ensuring that the wendigos remained fed when they awoke from hibernation every winter.

Some may say that that was not the case. That [y/n]’s statement that there was no sin — only survivor’s guilt — was correct. It was far too late for [y/n] to speculate on such matters, though. 

[Y/n] huffed as they dragged the body out and rolled it into the hole. Numerous revolting crunches echoed while its skeleton shattered, limbs at grotesque angles due to the obliteration of its joints.

When screeches bounced against the walls of the mines, they realised that they lived beneath a sky forsaken by the sun. 

Fractures began to settle within their bones, their complexion had been drained and exhaustion cursed their eyes with an itchy dryness.

They realised that they lived beneath a blinding white, their irises forever glazed.

[curiosity-killed]

a fine arrangement

have some gd shmoop my pals

Pairing: Altaïr/Malik Warnings: mentions of past emotional abuse Word Count: 2,000

The body has always made sense to Altaïr. It intrigued him when he was young, but like a puzzle, each piece fit into place. As a novice, he would retreat to his corner of the great library to look through the medical texts and memorize the meticulously-drawn diagrams. Other novices had laughed, made lewd comments about the other uses of those drawings and an isolated spot. Malik had mocked him for trying to impress Al Mualim – right before sitting down to continue his own studies. Despite it all, there was something soothing about the knowledge. The body made sense – its rhythms and limits, its mechanics and flow. It wasn’t like conversation or trying to make friends among his peers. There, the logic and pathways were all so muddled and perplexing. A compliment could send someone into a rage as quickly as an insult could be followed by a kiss. There weren’t joints with their ranges or muscles with their origins. What systems could be interpreted from the daily behaviors of thirty-odd eleven-year-olds surpassed Altaïr’s comprehension. The body, though – that he could understand.

Some of it, as Malik had shrewdly noted, was for the application’s sake. He wanted, needed, to live up to Al Mualim’s expectations. Their teacher spoke of such lofty goals, such noble ideas, and he devoted so much of his time to Altaïr. Altaïr needed to repay him in some way for his kindness, and the only way he could was to strive to embody that vision. He lived for the rare reward of Al Mualim’s heavy hand on his thin shoulder and a mild, “Well done.”

Some of it, though, was simply for the sake of knowing. As a child, he would use himself as a living diagram – here is where the arteries run, that is the muscle that flexes the hand. He has always delighted in understanding, in learning. In another lifetime, one where he grew up without Al Mualim’s guiding hand, he would be a scholar.   There were other benefits to the knowledge, though, that he wouldn’t discover for some time. Malik wakes slowly beneath his fingertips, which is, in and of itself, a kind of gift. Rare is the assassin who can sleep while another touches them; it's been trained out of them since before they could toddle after their white-robed elders. To be trusted so consummately by Malik, after everything, is enough to leave Altaïr humbled anew every time. On certain days, it weighs in his chest like a corpse, heavy and pendulous. What would happen if he fell into the thrall of the Apple? What if Malik did not wake when he needed to? What if his trust led him, like Eurydice, to death? He could not live with himself, he knows. He would surrender himself to the noose or to deprivation’s slow attrition. He tells himself that it would never happen. Malik has keener instincts than that. Altaïr could never be so wholly lost. A thousand worlds away, he tells himself, he would still know the rhythm of Malik's heart. It works, sometimes. On days when he's only morose or when it's an idle thought, fleeting and easily dismissed. He believes himself then. On others, though, he cannot. When he wakes with phantom blood dripping hot and scarlet down his hands, with his throat hoarse from screaming for mother, father, Adha, Al Mualim – it does not work then. He is no more than a man, and not even a great one at that. The power of the Apple makes his will seem as supple as a grass blade. Malik seems to have an uncanny perception of those days. Altaïr has never breathed a word of those fears aloud, and yet, invariably, Malik will pull Altaïr to his chest and hold him like a grounding weight. Some days, he'll sing a child's lullaby, his voice low and husky with sleep. He could never be mistaken for a songbird, but his voice is the sweetest sound Altaïr has ever known. Now, Malik exhales, his ribs sinking under Altaïr’s hand. “Good morning,” he says. “Good morning, my heart,” Altaïr says. He leans forward to press a kiss to the top notch in Malik’s spine, just below where he’d sink a blade in a target. He settles back and presses his thumb a little more firmly into the knot below Malik’s shoulder blade. “You’re tense.” Malik groans a little and buries his face back into the pillow. It makes his shoulders hitch up, the long muscles of his back bunching. Altaïr’s hand flattens out to rest over them. “M’back would prefer a thousand Templars to hunching over my quill for another hour,” he mumbles into the pillow. Altaïr smiles, small, and returns to his ministrations. His arm will fall asleep if he stays propped up in this position much longer, but he’s loath to move just yet. There’s a drowsy contentment to their sleep-warm bed and the morning light turning the corners of their room a buttery gold. He presses a little more, coaxing the muscles of Malik's back into a softer state. Malik sighs as one knot gives way. "So this is what you learned in the brothel," he remarks. "I learned many things in the brothel," Altaïr replies loftily, continuing his work. Malik turns his head just enough to grin at Altaïr. "And I thank them for the quality of their instruction," he says. That is enough for Altaïr to pause and reach over to ruffle Malik's hair. He recoils instinctively but not before his dark strands are in disarray. He laughs as he lays back down, and Altaïr returns to the massage with a little smile. The brothel in question was the location of one of Altaïr’s first independent missions. His mark had been a frequent customer, and he’d found it useful to enlist the help of the courtesans. He had gathered the information necessary for his mission, but there were some additional lessons he didn’t include in his report to Al Mualim. Those lessons had come to be of greater benefit than he could have anticipated. He found little pleasure in the acts himself, but he had a vested interest in bringing Malik pleasure. Malik had struggled with that at the start of their gentle descent into domesticity. They had had more than a few conversations sitting among half-discarded robes, working out the line between guilt and desire. Altaïr follows the great muscle of Malik’s neck and shoulder up to where it disappears along the spine. The tissue here nearly crackles under his touch, and Malik seems to melt against the bed as Altaïr presses the heel of his palm back toward his shoulder. There’s a popping sensation deep beneath the bones, and Malik groans. “Were you not Grandmaster, you would have a flourishing career in massage,” he says. “I have time yet to pursue it,” Altaïr answers. “I’ll leave you the robes.” Malik snorts. “And ensure yourself a frequent customer in the process,” he retorts. Altaïr hums and leans down to kiss Malik’s shoulder. “It seems a fine arrangement to me.”

Shifting to allow for better reach, Altaïr walks his hand along Malik’s spine. His thumb and palm press into the meat of the cord-like muscles there that flex and bend his back. His fingertips brush against Malik’s shoulder blades, his ribs, the softness of his side. 

Malik’s body is nearly familiar as his own by now. They have been in orbit since the start of their lives, swinging far or near but always together. He has seen Malik grow from a snarling boy to a sage leader. They have tended each other’s wounds at every age.He could draw Malik from memory, he thinks, each facet and scar. He would build him from the center, heart first. Malik’s body is nearly familiar as his own by now. They have been in orbit since the start of their lives, swinging far or near but always together. He has seen Malik grow from a snarling boy to a sage leader. They have tended each other’s wounds at every age. Altaïr finally cedes defeat to his right arm and sinks down to press close to Malik’s side. His hand continues to run feather-light across Malik’s back. Malik gives a slow, sleepy blink and reaches his hand up between them to cradle Altaïr’s jaw. His palm fits as if it was shaped for this purpose, his thumb resting warm against Altaïr’s cheek. “Ya hayati,” he murmurs. Altaïr pulls him close till they fit together as if dovetailed, a near-perfect union. Malik sighs a warm breath against his shoulder. Noises of Masyaf waking rise from the grounds below them, but here in their room, tranquility is suspended a little longer. “You’re doing well,” Malik says after a while. “As Grandmaster.” Altaïr hums, ambivalent. He trusts Malik’s judgment, but it is a different thing to believe it himself. Change is always hard, and moreso when the departure from the past was such a violent break. Too often, still, Altaïr feels as if the Order still limps along where it used to run. He worries that they will never again be as strong as they were before the fracture. “I fear I am not enough,” he admits. He can feel Malik exhale both in the air that hushes warm against his skin and in the gentle collapse of his ribs. “I am trying but – ”

But it took him his entire life to even suspect Al Mualim of deceit. But he has never been a leader. But he spends most his time reaching out for advice or support from others. “Altaïr.” Malik pushes himself up so that Altaïr is forced to meet his gaze. His brow has furrowed, a deep crease forming in the center. “You are not him,” he says. “You are not who he wanted you to be.” Another time, only a few years before, the words would have had Altaïr’s hackles rising. Now, they are a reassurance. “You are so much more than what he could imagine,” Malik continues. “Your doubt is a sign of your strength.” He is defenseless against Malik’s conviction. If he cannot believe the words themselves, he can believe in Malik having keener sight than him. Malik has never shied from giving his honest report; he would not now. Altaïr reaches up to brush the backs of his fingers against Malik’s cheek. The stubble there prickles against his knuckles. “I could not do this without you,” he says. “Of course,” Malik answers, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I am your better half, after all.”

That gets no objection from Altaïr except to pull Malik down onto him, which isn’t really an objection at all. Malik is a heavy, grounding weight against him, comforting like the soil over a tree’s roots. Lying there together, Altaïr knows he would never run away without Malik. How could he? It would be like trying to run without his right leg. When he says as much, in plainer words, Malik breathes out a laugh and props himself up just enough to meet Altaïr’s eyes. He brushes his thumb tip over the scar cutting through Altaïr’s lips and soothes it with a light kiss. “You would not run at all,” he says. “Once, perhaps, but no longer. You are Masyaf’s backbone, and you would sooner shed that responsibility as shed your blades.” Altaïr wrinkles his nose, mostly because he cannot find a proper rebuttal. It’s true, of course – but he would leave them both for a common cause. He leans up to kiss Malik back. “Very well,” he concedes. “Then, if I am not to become a masseuse, I should start my day as grandmaster.” Malik lays back down, like a child pretending to sleep when their parents check in, and mumbles a complaint into Altaïr’s shoulder. Altaïr laughs and wraps his arms around him. He closes his eyes against the morning sun and breathes deep. Their life is not perfect. There are troubles and fears and ghosts at their every step, and he can only guess at what problems have arisen while they slept. But here, now, he knows Malik is right. He would not run away. It is a good life - the right fit. He smiles, now, as it begins again.

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Remember that 2x5 bath headcanon?

I did the thing. :L 

Warnings; Duo swears a lot. Not Explicit, but probably NSFW either. Prods fun  horrible old-fashioned bathrooms. For that 4X cinema experience, read this in the bath whilst playing some rain noise in the background, and ideally also that of a blackbird singing. 

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The tub is one of those poxy western ones, too shallow to sink to the ears in, and too short to stretch out in fully. Wufei has an honest struggle to understand why a culture would have adopted the damn things with such prolific consistency. It’s like as a whole, England has taken the concept of bathing to heart, and yet utterly missed the whole damn point.

Still, beggars can’t be choosers.

And at least there isn’t carpet. The last place they’d had to put up had had carpet throughout, including the ensuite; a fact that still gave Wufei a creepy feeling of uncleanliness.

London was brisk today. There was a sharp bite in the air, which could mean that summer is over, or could just be yet another of the climatological bait-and-switches these islands seem fond of. Wufei has given up trying to figure the seasons here.

The bath takes an age to fill, and it demands some very focussed knob twiddling to work out the exact combination of both taps to get the water temperature right as it splutters from the mixer. But it fills, and it fills hot, throwing up steam to obscure the windows and make the room pleasantly warm compared to the chill of the rest of the house. The radiator he has folded his towel over churns out additional heat, chasing the cold from his bones.

Outside, of course, it is raining again. A pathetic, tepid sort of rain that has persisted on and off all day, and which at first glance, Wufei had underestimated. It hadn’t appeared quite enough rain to warrant the thicker jacket or anything as much as an umbrella.

Which is why he’d come home looking thoroughly bedraggled and soggy in unreasonable places.

Hence the bath.

When the tub is brimming nearly to the overflow, he turns off the taps and shrugs out of his bathrobe. He sinks into the water, wincing at the heat, elbows and ass squeaking against the plastic as he settles. If he sits with his knees poking out of the water and arms propped on the edges, he can sink up to his collarbone and rest his head on the back of the bath, and it’s very nearly perfect.

And it helps if he closes his eyes.

In his head, the water stained ceiling doesn’t exist, and neither does the ailing spider plant straggling down the side of the medicine cabinet. The verdigris on the mirror does not exist, and the cracked tiles and the shaggy, silly, little mat beside the toilet - all of it can be neatly ignored and replaced with something better.

The tap drips and the gentle hiss of rain; the smell of it through the open window; hint at a retreat somewhere far away. Outside there could be greenery instead of concrete, and birds other than the letcherous, leprous pigeons that seem to be everywhere in London. If he really works at it, he can almost transport himself back to the bathhouse of his childhood home.

The rattle of a passing freight train is a bit off putting, but he rewrites it into the narrative as one of L5’s industrial units, moved a bit closer to the house.

Harder to write in is the slam of the front door. A crease forms between Wufei’s brows and with a mounting sense of time running out, he tries to force himself to relax.

Boots stomping, accompanied by cursing. Both progress right past the bathroom door to the bedroom, where one by one the boots thud against the floor as they are discarded, followed by the boom of a rucksack tossed against the chair in the corner. Wufei’s frown deepens. That damn chair’s going to leave a mark on the wall and Wufei is categorically not going to explain that to the landlord.

No chance.

More swearing. The metallic ring of keys abandoned on the bed and then a whole minute of near silence, which if anything makes Wufei more tense. He takes a deep breath and counts down, and doesn’t hit zero before Duo makes a strangled noise of exasperation and the footsteps come stomping to his door.

“Fucking morons!” Duo says, shouldering the door open and coming in. He shoves it closed with his foot and thunks his ass down on the closed lid of the toilet. “You would not fucking believe the day I have had.” He swigs angrily from the can of soda he’s clasping, which he has already half crushed in his fist.

“So get this, I’m going through their system, right? And-“

Wufei lets the finer details of Duo’s carping blur into mere noise. He let’s it wash over him as an ongoing ‘blah-blah-blah’ interspersed with the bits he actually has to listen to, allowing Wufei to apply his attention to more interesting matters, like topping up the hot water by manipulating the tap with his toes. And it’s only a petty issue anyway. If Duo were really angry, he wouldn’t be making such a melodrama of it. He’d have come in with grim silence and a decision already made or a body he needed help hiding

“And then at lunch, which they made me fucking late for with all of this bullshit, who turns up but fucking Steven Henson, and he’s like ‘oh, I heard they were changing out the blah blah blah blah-“

Wufei leans his cheek on his shoulder and watches only the nuances of Duo’s rant. In some ways it’s remarkable how much Duo is able to conceal about himself. His face is a flickering reel of minute expressions. Some are mimicry as he relates things other people have said, and others mere visual punctuation to his dialogue, but others run deeper. He’s expressive with his hands, playing out meaning in the air that is sometimes a different conversation to the one that is audible. Point in case, he’s in the middle of expounding how Henson is a fucking idiot who couldn’t find his own arse with both hands and a diagram, but he’s pulling on his lower lip, which is a habit Wufei has learned that Duo only does around certain people, and only when privately he’s worried that he’s wrong.

“Are you even listening?”

“I’m tuning in between technical details,” Wufei replies. “Go on.”

Duo rolls his eyes and then drains the last of his soda. He crumples the can up and it bounces loudly against the skirting board when he drops it, making him tsk and curse again, annoyed with himself.

“I just don’t see why it’s so fucking hard to blah blah blah when it’s perfectly fucking obvious that if you don’t blah blah blah blah blah.” Duo’s bitching is temporarily muffled when he drags his sweatshirt off over his head and dumps it on the silly little mat. “I mean, am I on another fucking planet here?”

“Mm.”

“Exactly! And then Sibbald, that little shit, he sends me through the code he’s supposed to have been writing for the past week and a half, and fuck my ass, this shit reads like someone let a toddler pound a brick against a keyboard for an hour. It’s just a complete shitting mess, so I can’t blah blah blah-“

Duo leans forward and rubs the fluff from between his toes, rolling it into little pills. Wufei moves his gaze to the nipped part of Duo’s waist, and tries to still love him through the revulsion.  “Mm,” he says again.

“I know. And no one can find the fucking comma that’s fucked up the whole fucking thing-“ Duo stands, pacing the narrow confines. He leans over the bath, helping himself to one of the sticks holding Wufei’s hair out of the water, and his rant goes muffled around it.

“Don’t bite that.”

“I’mna’,” Duo replies, frowning, twisting his braid up at the back of his neck. “Sho anyway-“ he takes the stick from between his teeth and skewers the braid. “I have to patch together these two sets of code these goddamn clowns have written-“ Duo grunts, jerking the button of his jeans free and dumping both denim and pants on the silly little mat. “And I’m using ‘clowns’ really fucking generously here. And it’s gonna take me fucking hours to fix.”

He hisses as he shoves a foot in the water but doesn’t waste time hesitating.

“Steady,” Wufei warns, hastily tweaking the plug loose to counteract as much of the inevitable slopping as possible. Duo slows, and once settled, eases the plug chain from Wufei’s toes and replaces it.

“So that was my fucking day,” Duo concludes, leaning back. “And it’s raining.”

“I got rained on too. You smell like rain. And cola.”

Duo slides a hand up to pat Wufei’s knee. “How was your day?”

“Mediocre.”

“Aww. Bad?”

“Just mediocre,” Wufei repeats. “It’s improving.”

Duo’s hand squeezes a kneecap turned pink with the heat of the bath. “Oh yeah?”  His cheek crinkles up against Wufei’s. “How’s that?”

“You stopped talking.”

Duo reaches behind him and pinches the first thing he finds, which results in water on the floor after all, and an interesting undulation right against his bare skin that has Duo thinking of other things that might improve the evening.

“Cut that out,” Wufei complains. “I’m trying to relax.”

“Alright, alright. Keep your dick on.” Duo chuckles to himself and settles his head back, likewise tracing the shape of the water stain on the ceiling. “‘m not squishing you too much?”

“I’m good.”

“K.”

Outside a blackbird is singing though the rain still hushes. The tap dribbles suddenly and stops. Wufei mouths the steam that’s dewed on Duo’s temple as the radiator clicks and ticks, and throws out the comforting smell of warm towelling.

“Kind of looks like a hippo,” Duo says, of the water stain, but Wufei isn’t listening. He’s closed his eyes again, and it’s not such a hardship to follow suit. The blackbird ripples on in phrases, steady and sweet, a sound that sweeps across Duo’s thoughts each time they try and form, and so clears them away. Instead he idly rocks his knees a fraction side to side, just to make the water patter against the sides of the tub.

“Mm,” Wufei says, nose against Duo’s ear as he sighs in contentment down the length of his neck.

“Mm,” Duo answers, in agreement.

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@godofalleyeteeth @fadedsepiascribbles @noirangetrois @outofworkshinigami

@terrablaze514 @chronicwhimsy (though you should DEFINITELY still write this headcanon too if you want to please do) @kangofu-cb @anaranesindanarie @helmistress (Same to you! Please write the thing! More of this thing!) 

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[App Review]—LingoDeer (Japanese)

**EDIT** The LingoDeer team read my review and fixed some of the things I pointed out :>

Learning Japanese?? I was originally going to review LingoDeer’s Chinese lessons next, but I was contacted by the team who developed the app and the lessons after the read my review on the Korean course. They asked if I was learning Japanese and, if so, if I could do a similar review for the Japanese course (please note that I have never done any sort of sponsored review or anything like that; I review what I want and I review them honestly). I said I would, so here we are! Maybe this will get me back on track with studying Japanese, anyway. Those of you who were around during this blog’s early stages will remember I was studying Japanese for a while, but I had to abandon it because I just didn’t have enough time ㅠㅠ Welp, it’s time to start again!

I do want to note that, other than the obvious language difference between this review and my review of LingoDeer’s Korean course, there is also a huge difference in my perspective between both of these reviews. Having studied Korean for over seven years now, my LingoDeer Korean review was done more from a been-there-done-that perspective. A lot of my intuition as not only a long-term Korean learner but also a Korean grammar blogger and a language teacher went into it. However, I am nowhere near the same level in Japanese, so this review is written from much more of a beginning learner perspective, with a bit of my teacher brain as far as what is and isn’t effective for language learning thrown in.

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s jump on in!

What is LingoDeer?

LingoDeer is a language-learning app for the three major east Asian languages, Korean, Mandarin Chinese, and Japanese. It is developed by teachers of those three languages, so that’s pretty cool!

Very first impressions

As I said in my review of LingoDeer (Korean), the LingoDeer app’s design and interface is very clean and visually appealing. I do get some loading screens still, but none of them are super long unless I’m on my home Wifi. I’d been thinking about maybe getting a new, stronger router anyway... 

Learning Hiragana and Katakana

You can start with learning Hiragana and Katakana, or you can just skip it and go straight to learning the actual grammar and other material. For the sake of this review (and since my Katakana memory has always been pretty bad), I did the Hiragana and Katakana courses. Before you start a level in the Alphabet section, you can flip a toggle for whether you want to learn Hiragana or Katakana. Ultimately, though, it doesn’t really matter since they are presented together and you will be asked to match the corresponding Hiragana and Katakana. I have actually never used a source that teaches them together in this way, and I really like it because it made it easier for me to remember the Katakana. The main differences between doing one writing system vs. the other (for example, choosing to do them in Katakana mode instead of Hiragana) is that you will only be presented with stroke order diagrams for the set you chose, and they will occur more frequently. At the end of the day, the choice is yours.

 Again, the sound files in this app are really great, so you can hear the sounds very clearly. My only real issue with the Hiragana/Katakana-learning exercises is when you have to match multiple pairs at once. There are a few screens like that at the end of each level, and if you want to hear the readout of the sounds as you do them, you have to flip a toggle on the screen because the sound is off by default. Since this is a language learning app, I really think it would make more sense to have the sound on by default. Also, you have to flip the toggle every new screen rather than flipping it once and that being your setting for the level. Having to flip it every single time just to get the automatic audio got annoying pretty quickly.

Just as the Korean course had extensive Hangul charts, there are interactive Hiragana and Katakana charts in the Japanese course. You can click on the individual spaces to have the sounds read out, which I liked. However, there seems to be a little bug such that sometimes when I go to the charts they don’t read out when I press the spaces. In those cases, I have to restart the app for the charts to work properly.

Finally, there are notes explaining the Japanese writing system, and they’re quite extensive! This app certainly does give a lot of information.

Getting in to learning

This app is currently structured 100% for beginners in the sense that you must start with the first level. There is no way to test up into a higher level. This test up feature is there in other comparable apps, so its absence here is very noticeable. Until such a function is (hopefully) added in, anyone who wants to use this app will have to obligatorily do the lower levels first regardless of their skill level.

All of the actual learning levels have grammar notes at the beginning, which you can access if you swipe to the tile left of the first lesson tile. I think it would make more sense to have the notes tile be the first one you see, as it is easy to miss and the notes give a ton of important information that beginning learners really should read. The notes are detailed and very helpful, but there are some typos here and there, and I noticed some unusual Romaji (though I’m not sure if it’s just that they were using a different Romaji system... are there multiple Romaji systems??). The word for “China,” which I had always seen before in Romaji as “ch(y)uugoku,” was written as “tyuugoku,” which threw me off.

When you get into the learning levels, you can choose how you want writing to be displayed, and there are a TON of options! You can go for full on normal Japanese writing with the Kanji and all, Kanji with Hiragana (my setting), Hiragana only, Romaji only, Hiragana and Romaji... you can choose what would suit your needs best and adjust as you become more comfortable reading Japanese.

As for actually learning, there is a variety of activities including word-picture matching, listening and choosing the right answer, inserting grammatical elements into the right places, and unscrambling sentences, and more. The only thing that I really wish the learning levels has is some speaking practice! I’ve said it many, many times before, but HelloChinese is a similarly structured app that has speaking practice built into all of its levels. If LingoDeer also had it, I would be so happy~ Also, as I mentioned in my LingoDeer (Korean) review, this app is fairly quiet in the sense that it does not automatically read out sentences for you on some screens, and there is no indication given that you can access audio for those screens. It would be nice if there was maybe a little play button to make it clear that you can hear audio on those screens with no auto play, or maybe an overall option (that could be toggled on or off as you please, of course) for automatic audio playback.

One other little bone I have to pick is that, when doing syllable-by-syllable unscrambling of sentences, the app starts indicating what the first syllable you pick should be within about three seconds. Maybe some people like the hints, but I could do without them for sure. I would be happy if the time to hinting was increased, or if there was a toggle to turn it off completely.

Upon completion of a level, you can get up to five stars. When you first start studying, you set a goal for how many stars you want to get each day, and if you choose the lowest possible number (five) and do a single level perfectly, your study for the day is complete.

The biggest error I have seen in this course so far is that the notes in the “Household” section (as far as I got so far) are missing ㅠㅠ I sent a report in, so hopefully that’s fixed soon. Considering how responsive the LingoDeer team has been to me so far, I’m fairly confident it will be fixed soon.

Overall, I like the structure of the lessons and the pacing. I could definitely see myself using this app long term!

Review and stats

(This section is more or less copypasta from my previous review, so feel free to skip it if you read that one!)

If you want to go back and review vocab or grammar flashcards, there is a section where you can do that. The review questions are the same as the regular level questions. You can choose to do a single lesson, or you can combine lessons for a comprehensive review. Also, there is spaced repetition listening practice, which is pretty cool. You can choose how you want the words and sentences presented, with Japanese, the English translation, or just the audio and no writing. After listening, you can reveal the correct answer and rate your recall/performance “weak,” “good,” or “perfect.” You can also choose if you want a word or sentence-focused review. Seems like a good feature.

As for stats, you can check how long your learning streak has been ongoing, and it even tells you how long you have studied for. There are some little achievement badges for things like learning time and streaks also. You can also set a time for reminders to study if you would like. However, I notice that the app is not synced to your phone’s clock but some other clock, perhaps that of the server it’s hosted on. So, for example, if I use the app in the morning here in Korea, it will still count any stars I get to the previous day since the app’s date hasn’t rolled over yet. There is not an option to change the app’s clock to sync to your time zone as far as I can tell.

Oh, and there is offline learning! You can download the course take it with you if you are, say, going on a flight or off to some remote area where there is no internet or cell service!

Conclusion

LingoDeer’s Japanese course is really fun and easy to use! The grammar notes are very informative, and the lessons are not too heavy so they don’t feel burdensome or intimidating to a new learner. The pros and cons:

PROS:

GREAT audio files

Lots of good notes and information on grammar

Spaced repetition practice and flashcards

Study reminders

Lessons that are informative and useful without being overwhelming

Offline learning

CONS:

No function to test out of lower levels

Typos in notes and other places

App clock not synced to phone clock

No speaking practice

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  I honestly trust there are 2 sorts of human beings on this world – the primary one who workout product designs diligently and allow not anything stand inside the manner in their ritual. And then there’s the alternative type (guilty to mention I am a part of this) who permit everything be an excuse to now not workout! Its time we technique our procrastination head-on and get working on getting match due to the fact that we have a pandemic to survive. The series showcased here includes AI-assisted home gyms ( this personal trainer isn't going anywhere), domestic-fitness and teacher that double up as a reflect when no longer in use (hold the arena guessing approximately the secret behind our new more healthy frame) and even traditional gymnasium device however revived to be modern-day so that it won’t conflict with your current interior. Now we in reality haven't any excuse to procrastinate, do we?

Yves Behar’s Forme is the 2020 model of the magic reflect in an effort to make you come out of this quarantine fitter than before. Get in Forme-ation! Forme is a 6 feet tall clever mirror that doubles up as a domestic fitness teacher and gadget. “We wanted to make a health gadget that’s absolutely incorporated into the house with out it being an eyesore,” says Béhar. While similar machines in the marketplace are providing cardio or yoga. With Forme you also get weight lifting, aerobics, and functional schooling on pinnacle of the standard programs. When not in use, the machine’s fingers slide lower back and it becomes an stylish reflect for your home. The instructors are very well vetted and you can song your progress by way of syncing it with your clever devices. workout product designs takes care of our body and our mind – that should be our awareness for these complex times.

Inspired by their namesake, the Matryoshka Dumbells additional weight can be brought to those dumbells by nesting the weights together. Designed with the aid of 7 nepo, these innovative health loose weights take suggestion from an unlikely, unexpected source – matryoshka Russian nesting dolls! Like the doll-in-doll system, additional weight can be added with the aid of nesting the weights together. With a short snap-in/snap-out mechanism, you may transition from mild to heavy in seconds to accommodate your exercise ordinary without interruption. When you’re completed lifting and want to squeeze in some cardio, the handles double as a leap rope with the aid of connecting an protected cord.

The Tempo Studio is a gymnasium-set or workout product designs that comes entire with a display and a motion-tracking digicam that actively scans and video display units your exercise in 3D. With built-in exercising routines which can be guided by means of expert running shoes performing live exercising sessions, the Tempo is the equal of going on a Zoom video name with your fitness center instructor. Hop onto a personalized stay consultation with a health club instructor of your desire and the trainer on the opposite aspect of the screen publications you via your exercise. Introducing the sector’s maximum transportable fitness device. Monkii bars 2 is a fitness center with the aid of Dan Vinson and David Hunt you could take anywhere! Paired with the app it’s extra than just fitness system – it’s your very own private gymnasium, personal instructor, and adventure guide built into one. Simply installation in less than a minute via striking the device from any assist structure – like a tree, swing-set, basketball goal, or maybe the door at domestic or the hotel. Then get a full-frame exercising focused on your upper frame, core, and legs thru loads of sporting events and workouts.

workout product designs as a product to let you paintings and workout at the equal time, Brian Oak’s loopy hybrid of a desk-chair and treadmill – named Fitwork, continues your legs active at the same time as you paintings. Whether you’re sitting in the front of a laptop or standing in front of one, it’s the sedentary lifestyle that Fitwork tackles. The setup (which is sure to grab some eyeballs) comes with an office chair connected to a treadmill underneath, and an elliptical in the front. Coupled with an elevating desk, the Fitwork permits you to preserve the decrease half of your frame active even as you work, supplying you with aerobic in addition to maintaining your spine engaged, whether you’re sitting or standing at the same time as running.

Habit Furniture is a espresso table/bench that inverts to turn into a exercise bench so your health gadget does no longer make use of all your space. Created via Designer Glory Tam and Doctor Albert Au, Habit lets you see and recall your priority of working out quite simply by means of staying in front of you. Whoever stated home gyms are bulky!

Mental workout is as essential as a physical exercise. Wanting to design a seat that courses you into sitting cross-leg. Gao Fenglin’s Meditation Seat can simplest be sit on in a certain way. Directing the user’s behavior and inspiring a seating function that maintains your lower back upright, and your legs folded inward. The cross-legged function unearths itself dating hundreds of years returned in Oriental and Indian cultures. Used frequently for meditation in addition to for consuming. The posture is stating to growth blood move and joint flexibility. At the same time as strengthening bones, and retaining your lower back upright. It also aids digestion. Recognizing that maximum human beings don’t have the gap for health club system in their home. Or the money for a gym membership. Or maybe the self-control to head to the gym every day. Josh Hume launched into a journey to deliver the fitness center to the household. The catch? It needed to be the smallest, maximum exhaustive (and exhausting!) gymnasium ever made. After multiple iterations, the FITT Cube became born. With its 450mm edge dimension, the FITT Cube occupies as much space as a footstool. Deriving with a mini-stepper (with its own seven-section LCD display). A rotating seat, gripping handles, a plyometric platform. Or even resistance bands. The FITT dice additionally comes with a user guide, workout chart. A nutrition manual to keep you on top of your fitness game. Arranging in their optimize formation. The FITT can be flipping over to any facet and used to workout on. Be it anything from stepping sports, to twisting physical activities, to push-ups or lifts. To even plyometric workouts. The FITT turning into design to cater to all. There’s probable a giant overlap in the Venn Diagram that indicates the intersection among Star Wars lovers and Fitness Freaks. Onnit’s variety of Star Wars-stimulated workout gear couldn’t be greater ideal for that audience. Take as an instance the kettlebells that are available rather sensible sculpting cast-iron. Model the use of the heads of Darth Vader. The Imperial Stormtrooper, and Boba Fett. The concept behind the usage of masked characters for the kettlebells no longer best makes for simpler molding (believe how annoyingly precise a Chewbacca kettlebell would want to be). However also lends a sure gravitas and badass nature to the weights. The kettlebells additionally weigh in an growing order of importance. With Boba Fett weighing in at 50 pounds, to the Stormtrooper being 60 pounds. Mister Vader weighing 70 pounds. If you wish to screen the effects of your exercise. The Circular Smart Ring with the aid of Amaury Kosman retains an impressive quantity of capability in a ridiculously small form. It does so, in general through shifting a number of the load for your smartphone. The Circular Smart Ring connects on your telephone through Bluetooth. Providing you with all your information in a well collated dashboard. During the day, the hoop captures your activity, blood oxygen levels, electricity levels, calorie burn count, among different metrics. While at night, the ring ambiently tracks your circadian rhythm and records your sleep quality. Heart-price variability, sleep disturbances, REM cycles, and sleep and wake times. Using pretty state-of-the-art information processing. Device-studying technology, the hoop, its app, and the app’s assistant Kira help you collectively higher recognize your fitness. Come up with bespoke recommendation on the way to improve it. And in case you plan to return to your old health club. Wait until they set up sanitizing methods like this award-triumphing self-sanitizing door cope with layout! Students Sum Ming Wong and Kin Pong Li were inspired through the SARS outbreak inside the 2000s. Figured that a self-sanitizing door cope with is more effective than the chemical-based cleansing tactics we are the use of right now. The handle is of a tumbler tube with aluminum caps at every stop. The complete manage is including in a powder photocatalytic coating craft from a mineral called titanium dioxide. The bacteria is decomposing thru a chemical reaction. This is activating by using UV mild reacting with the skinny coating at the glass tube. Powered by an inner generator, the manage converts kinetic energy from the opening/closing movement of the door into light power. This is how the UV mild is always doing its job. This germ-killing product truly destroying 99.8% of the microbes in the course of lab exams. That is more than what Thanos did together with his infinity stones. We understand it’s so much simpler to be lazy. When nobody is looking you. But rather than looking the information and stress-ingesting our way to another illness. Permit’s utilize this possibility to as a minimum start operating out! They say the primary 21 days are the hardest. Well, allow’s get performing with those tough days so. By the point we step outdoor to exercise, we can be in a higher position than we're now! Paramount, Cybex International, StairMaster and Sunsai are the brands who makes the best workout product designs all over the world. Read the full article

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Phantasmagoria 2

A man kneels in front of a cobbled together altar. Bones of animals and dried plants decorate the stone structure alongside low burning candles that give off very little light. The room is near pitch black aside from those faintly glowing candles that shift with every whispered prayer the man gives, casting dancing shadows of the man’s hunched form onto the walls. A chill breezes through the room. The wind blows out the candles, plunging the room into total darkness. The man goes silent and does not move. Another presence, dark and powerful, makes itself known in the small subterranean room.

“What is it that you seek from me, mortal?” A deep, rumbling voice asks. It sounds as if it is coming from everywhere at once. Bouncing off the walls and pressing into the man’s ears like the pressure of the deepest waters. The man takes in a shaky breath and closes his eyes against the darkness before speaking.

“There is a man who travels and leaves death behind him everywhere he goes. He killed my family and now I am on the run from those who believe me responsible. I beseech you, My Lord, to give me aid in hunting him down.”

“And why should l give you aid? My land is that of death and this man is growing it.”

“When I sought council with the priests of your Twin they said to direct my prayers to you. They said that you I may be able to bargain for your aid. I have nothing to my name but I gladly give you myself. I do not care for my own future but I will not die before my family has been avenged.” Silence reigns in the room after the man finishes speaking. He dares not move. The pressure remains.

“I will send my agent to you but you must convince her yourself to help you on this quest of yours.”

“Thank you, My Lord. Truly, thank you.” Laughter fills the room. An oddly pleasant sound that shakes the man’s chest as if it were coming from him.

“You may not be thanking me later when you meet her.” A brief pause. “This is the only aid I shall offer you. If my agent does not help then you are left to your own devices once more.”

“And if she ends up helping me?” The man asks, a hesitant tremor to his voice. The is a whisper of fabric shifting against itself.

“Then you owe her a debt and upon your death, whenever that may be, your soul shall not rest but instead will serve me. Are these terms acceptable?”

“Yes, My Lord.” There is another gust of wind and the pressure lifts. The man heaves out a heavy breath. Pushing every molecule of air from his lungs. He stands on shaky legs, blood just now returning to them after hours of kneeling before the altar. With a quick glance around the darkened room he leaves. His footsteps echo on the stone steps that lead up and out of the cavern that holds the altar. The sun has dipped low beneath the tree line since his arrival to the secluded altar. The creatures of the day have begun to return to their homes while those who thrive in the night are stepping out from theirs. The forest is nearly silent. No one from the nearby town remains out and most travelers would be keeping to the road that is miles away. A thin path winds its way through the forest, marked only by small oddly colored stones and ware from the scant number of people who visit the altar. The man starts down this path with careful steps. His dark brown boots leave deep imprints in the rain wet soil. Leaves of reaching branches deposit droplets of water on his shoulders as he brushes against them.

It takes an hour for the man to return to the town, picking his way through the forest and onto the road before following that back the rest of the way. The town is sluggish in the evening light. Shops are beginning to close up and people are returning to their homes. He slips into the inn after a pair of burly men. The barkeep calls out greetings to them all, following that up by asking if she could get them anything to eat or drink. The burly men reply with drink requests and drop themselves into chairs at a nearby table.

“Evening sir!” the barkeep says again with a wide smile as the man settles atop a stool at the counter. He smiles shakily back and rests his elbows on the counter, made from a dark wood harvested from the nearby forest.

“What can I do for you?”

“How much is a room?” he asks

“A room is two silver a night so a week will run you a gold and five silver. Basic morning and evening meals included,” she replies. Her smooth drawl causes the words to flow together pleasantly. The man winces, hand going down to a small pouch at his side. His fingers press into it, counting the coins kept within. He bobs his head in a series of short, choppy nods and pulls the coin required to stay for a week out of the pouch. He places it on the counter and slides it over to the woman behind the counter. She beams, snatching it away quickly.

“Wonderful.” She disappears for a moment beneath the counter, only the top of her platinum blonde hair visible. When she pops up she is holding a polished silver key between her thumb and forefinger.

“Glad to see you’re going to be sticking around. We don’t often get travelers as cute as you,” she says as she hands him the key with a wink. “Your room will be the last door on the right up the stairs. If you want company feel free to ask. I get off at midnight.” Beneath the layer dirt and dust from having traveled with little protection for days his pale skin flushes a delicate pink. He ducks his head and strands of long deep brown hair that had escaped from the tie holding the majority of his hair back fall forward into his face. An uncalloused hand, dirt caught beneath otherwise well cared for nails, reaches out to take the key from her with a mumbled word of thanks. The woman laughs and pats his arm before wandering off through a door behind the counter that leads to the kitchen.

The man turns the key over in his hand a few times, turning his head to look over at the stairs. He heaves a sigh and goes to push himself away from the counter when the woman returns. She places a plate in front of him, a small dark leaf salad and the lightly charred leg of a fowl resting atop it. The steam rising from the bird tickles the man’s nose, bringing with it the scent of fresh rosemary and thyme. Curious eyes dart up to regard the smiling woman.

“The name’s Evanna Harrison,” she introduces, holding out her hand towards him. The man blinks slowly then seems to shake himself from his thoughts. He extends the hand that is not holding the key and smiles softly as well.

“Malcolm Walk. Ter. Malcolm Walter. It’s a pleasure. Thank you for your hospitality.” He stumbles over his words, eyes darting away from the woman briefly. Evanna quirks an eyebrow but does not comment. Instead she places a fork by the plate’s side, her smile softening to something smaller and almost pitying. Malcolm hides his answering smile, tiny and self conscious as he takes the fork and begins to pick at the offered food. The salad is bitter greens, chosen for nutrition over flavor, with a drizzle of something tart and flecks of a sweet berry. It is painfully reminiscent of what his mother would have brought to him after one too many meals missed. All of his time spent in the library reading and researching and otherwise being ‘an entirely too cultured wretch,’ a phrase always affectionately said by whichever family member sought him out after his younger sister coined the phrase at the precious age of thirteen. Malcolm blinks away the gathering tears and forces himself to focus on the general din of the conversations around him. Willing away happy memories that are more painful than pleasant right now.

The conversations that pervade the common area of the inn are all of the mundane, everyday ilk. Idle chatter about crops and work, town gossip about lovers new and old. A few comments about passersby. Some describe Malcolm himself but the tone and words surrounding it are curious above all else. Malcolm strains his ears to listen to the hushed, fearful whispers that flitter about the inn amongst everything else. References to an intimidating man who passed through not two days prior, laden with weapons. He spoke to no one, did not even stay for the night, simply walked through town and left those who saw him shaken and uneasy. Malcolm finishes his meal quickly, thanking Evanna with a dip of his head and a more confident smile, before retreating up the stairs and into his given room.

Like the rest of the inn the room has a rustic, homey feel to it. A small fireplace rests on the far wall, a light wood desk and matching chair tucked into a corner just to the left of the fireplace, a window looking out onto the rest of the town just left of the desk. There is a single bed pressed against the wall to the left of the door. A heavy quilt in warm browns and golds lays folded at the foot of the bed, breaking up the monotony of the stark white sheets. Above the head of the bed is a small table the same light wood of the desk and chair on the other side of the room, a brass candle holder with a whole, unlit candle resting atop it and a flint and tinder beside it. Malcolm wanders over to the desk, running his hands over the smooth wood almost reverently. He pulls back the chair and takes a seat. With careful movements Malcolm undoes the ties to his pack and rests it on the ground beside him. He retrieves a leather bound tome that looks to be too large for the small sack to carry. From a separate pocket he pulls out a small inkwell and a quill that is missing the majority of its feathers from years of use. He rests them beside the tome on the desk then stands and wanders over to the table to retrieve the flint and tinder.

Once the fire is roaring in the fireplace, giving off enough warmth and light for Malcolm’s liking, he settles down at the desk again. The gold thread inlaid over the cover of the tome glows in the firelight. Though it spells out no title or author name the thread depicts an intricate diagram of concentric circles and sharp, connecting lines. He opens the tome and flips through uneven pages, some yellowing and others blinding white in their newness. Dark swirls of ink decorate the pages. The size and shape of the letterings differ with nearly every word. A multitude of languages makes up the text of the tome though the newer pages are more consistent and appear to be a mishmash of translations and notes on what is written on the older, yellow paper. Eventually Malcolm stops at a page marked only by a thin strip of leather. The man picks up the quill but does not dip it into the ink just yet. Instead he taps it on the side of the white page while he reads the words aloud, one finger of his left hand skimming just beneath his place in the sentence.

Malcolm spends hours sitting at the desk, reading and notating and translating as he goes. His hand moves with careful, practiced easy over the page though his eyes never leave the original text. It is long past nightfall when Malcolm raises his head. He blinks away the strain in his eyes and stares blankly out the window. In his hand the quill drips ink onto the desk. With a shake of his head Malcolm looks down and rapidly wipes away the gathered ink with the cuff of his shirt sleeve. Similar stains of varying age pepper the length of the sleeve, oddly sized blotches that stand out against the grey cloth. He taps the quill on the edge of his inkwell, dislodging excess ink back into the glass container before setting the quill on the desk between the open tome and the inkwell.

The man drags himself away from the desk, scratching at his neck and yawning widely. His jaw pops with the stretch and he winces at the stab of pain it results in. After locking the door Malcolm begins undressing, taking off his light overcoat and folding it to rest atop the quilt at the foot of his bed. He repeats the process for his shirt and pants, running his hands over the high quality fabric and sighing sadly at the snags from brambles and caked on mud. He digs the coin purse out of the folds of the stacked clothes and pours out what remains of his coin. Two gold, a silver, and five copper stare back at him. With a sigh Malcolm returns them to their pouch and hides it amidst his clothes once again. He flops down onto the bed and worms his way beneath the covers and stares at the ceiling.

In this room in an inn in a town he has never been to before, fire burning contently opposite him, Malcolm’s mind drifts back to his family’s home. He wonders who will take it over now, with cousins married off to other lords and ladies scattered across the country. The staff who work there will probably leave, most of them loyal to his family but not loyal enough to keep the house functioning with no one to pay them. Though he does not know what was in his parents’ wills, if his mother left him the house or his father his share of the cartography business he helped finance or they had any contingency plans put in place in the event of the family’s untimely extermination. Malcolm chokes back a sob at the grim thought and rolls onto his side. He stares into the fire and listens to the crackling of wood, the shuffling of drunken footsteps up the stairs, and the muffled shouts and promises as people leave for the night.

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WORKOUT PRODUCT DESIGNS TO COME OUT OF THIS QUARANTINE HEALTHIER THAN EVER!

  I honestly trust there are 2 sorts of human beings on this world – the primary one who workout product designs diligently and allow not anything stand inside the manner in their ritual. And then there’s the alternative type (guilty to mention I am a part of this) who permit everything be an excuse to now not workout! Its time we technique our procrastination head-on and get working on getting match due to the fact that we have a pandemic to survive. The series showcased here includes AI-assisted home gyms ( this personal trainer isn't going anywhere), domestic-fitness and teacher that double up as a reflect when no longer in use (hold the arena guessing approximately the secret behind our new more healthy frame) and even traditional gymnasium device however revived to be modern-day so that it won’t conflict with your current interior. Now we in reality haven't any excuse to procrastinate, do we?

Yves Behar’s Forme is the 2020 model of the magic reflect in an effort to make you come out of this quarantine fitter than before. Get in Forme-ation! Forme is a 6 feet tall clever mirror that doubles up as a domestic fitness teacher and gadget. “We wanted to make a health gadget that’s absolutely incorporated into the house with out it being an eyesore,” says Béhar. While similar machines in the marketplace are providing cardio or yoga. With Forme you also get weight lifting, aerobics, and functional schooling on pinnacle of the standard programs. When not in use, the machine’s fingers slide lower back and it becomes an stylish reflect for your home. The instructors are very well vetted and you can song your progress by way of syncing it with your clever devices. workout product designs takes care of our body and our mind – that should be our awareness for these complex times.

Inspired by their namesake, the Matryoshka Dumbells additional weight can be brought to those dumbells by nesting the weights together. Designed with the aid of 7 nepo, these innovative health loose weights take suggestion from an unlikely, unexpected source – matryoshka Russian nesting dolls! Like the doll-in-doll system, additional weight can be added with the aid of nesting the weights together. With a short snap-in/snap-out mechanism, you may transition from mild to heavy in seconds to accommodate your exercise ordinary without interruption. When you’re completed lifting and want to squeeze in some cardio, the handles double as a leap rope with the aid of connecting an protected cord.

The Tempo Studio is a gymnasium-set or workout product designs that comes entire with a display and a motion-tracking digicam that actively scans and video display units your exercise in 3D. With built-in exercising routines which can be guided by means of expert running shoes performing live exercising sessions, the Tempo is the equal of going on a Zoom video name with your fitness center instructor. Hop onto a personalized stay consultation with a health club instructor of your desire and the trainer on the opposite aspect of the screen publications you via your exercise. Introducing the sector’s maximum transportable fitness device. Monkii bars 2 is a fitness center with the aid of Dan Vinson and David Hunt you could take anywhere! Paired with the app it’s extra than just fitness system – it’s your very own private gymnasium, personal instructor, and adventure guide built into one. Simply installation in less than a minute via striking the device from any assist structure – like a tree, swing-set, basketball goal, or maybe the door at domestic or the hotel. Then get a full-frame exercising focused on your upper frame, core, and legs thru loads of sporting events and workouts.

workout product designs as a product to let you paintings and workout at the equal time, Brian Oak’s loopy hybrid of a desk-chair and treadmill – named Fitwork, continues your legs active at the same time as you paintings. Whether you’re sitting in the front of a laptop or standing in front of one, it’s the sedentary lifestyle that Fitwork tackles. The setup (which is sure to grab some eyeballs) comes with an office chair connected to a treadmill underneath, and an elliptical in the front. Coupled with an elevating desk, the Fitwork permits you to preserve the decrease half of your frame active even as you work, supplying you with aerobic in addition to maintaining your spine engaged, whether you’re sitting or standing at the same time as running.

Habit Furniture is a espresso table/bench that inverts to turn into a exercise bench so your health gadget does no longer make use of all your space. Created via Designer Glory Tam and Doctor Albert Au, Habit lets you see and recall your priority of working out quite simply by means of staying in front of you. Whoever stated home gyms are bulky!

Mental workout is as essential as a physical exercise. Wanting to design a seat that courses you into sitting cross-leg. Gao Fenglin’s Meditation Seat can simplest be sit on in a certain way. Directing the user’s behavior and inspiring a seating function that maintains your lower back upright, and your legs folded inward. The cross-legged function unearths itself dating hundreds of years returned in Oriental and Indian cultures. Used frequently for meditation in addition to for consuming. The posture is stating to growth blood move and joint flexibility. At the same time as strengthening bones, and retaining your lower back upright. It also aids digestion. Recognizing that maximum human beings don’t have the gap for health club system in their home. Or the money for a gym membership. Or maybe the self-control to head to the gym every day. Josh Hume launched into a journey to deliver the fitness center to the household. The catch? It needed to be the smallest, maximum exhaustive (and exhausting!) gymnasium ever made. After multiple iterations, the FITT Cube became born. With its 450mm edge dimension, the FITT Cube occupies as much space as a footstool. Deriving with a mini-stepper (with its own seven-section LCD display). A rotating seat, gripping handles, a plyometric platform. Or even resistance bands. The FITT dice additionally comes with a user guide, workout chart. A nutrition manual to keep you on top of your fitness game. Arranging in their optimize formation. The FITT can be flipping over to any facet and used to workout on. Be it anything from stepping sports, to twisting physical activities, to push-ups or lifts. To even plyometric workouts. The FITT turning into design to cater to all. There’s probable a giant overlap in the Venn Diagram that indicates the intersection among Star Wars lovers and Fitness Freaks. Onnit’s variety of Star Wars-stimulated workout gear couldn’t be greater ideal for that audience. Take as an instance the kettlebells that are available rather sensible sculpting cast-iron. Model the use of the heads of Darth Vader. The Imperial Stormtrooper, and Boba Fett. The concept behind the usage of masked characters for the kettlebells no longer best makes for simpler molding (believe how annoyingly precise a Chewbacca kettlebell would want to be). However also lends a sure gravitas and badass nature to the weights. The kettlebells additionally weigh in an growing order of importance. With Boba Fett weighing in at 50 pounds, to the Stormtrooper being 60 pounds. Mister Vader weighing 70 pounds. If you wish to screen the effects of your exercise. The Circular Smart Ring with the aid of Amaury Kosman retains an impressive quantity of capability in a ridiculously small form. It does so, in general through shifting a number of the load for your smartphone. The Circular Smart Ring connects on your telephone through Bluetooth. Providing you with all your information in a well collated dashboard. During the day, the hoop captures your activity, blood oxygen levels, electricity levels, calorie burn count, among different metrics. While at night, the ring ambiently tracks your circadian rhythm and records your sleep quality. Heart-price variability, sleep disturbances, REM cycles, and sleep and wake times. Using pretty state-of-the-art information processing. Device-studying technology, the hoop, its app, and the app’s assistant Kira help you collectively higher recognize your fitness. Come up with bespoke recommendation on the way to improve it. And in case you plan to return to your old health club. Wait until they set up sanitizing methods like this award-triumphing self-sanitizing door cope with layout! Students Sum Ming Wong and Kin Pong Li were inspired through the SARS outbreak inside the 2000s. Figured that a self-sanitizing door cope with is more effective than the chemical-based cleansing tactics we are the use of right now. The handle is of a tumbler tube with aluminum caps at every stop. The complete manage is including in a powder photocatalytic coating craft from a mineral called titanium dioxide. The bacteria is decomposing thru a chemical reaction. This is activating by using UV mild reacting with the skinny coating at the glass tube. Powered by an inner generator, the manage converts kinetic energy from the opening/closing movement of the door into light power. This is how the UV mild is always doing its job. This germ-killing product truly destroying 99.8% of the microbes in the course of lab exams. That is more than what Thanos did together with his infinity stones. We understand it’s so much simpler to be lazy. When nobody is looking you. But rather than looking the information and stress-ingesting our way to another illness. Permit’s utilize this possibility to as a minimum start operating out! They say the primary 21 days are the hardest. Well, allow’s get performing with those tough days so. By the point we step outdoor to exercise, we can be in a higher position than we're now! Paramount, Cybex International, StairMaster and Sunsai are the brands who makes the best workout product designs all over the world. Read the full article

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WORKOUT PRODUCT DESIGNS TO COME OUT OF THIS QUARANTINE HEALTHIER THAN EVER!

  I honestly trust there are 2 sorts of human beings on this world – the primary one who workout product designs diligently and allow not anything stand inside the manner in their ritual. And then there’s the alternative type (guilty to mention I am a part of this) who permit everything be an excuse to now not workout! Its time we technique our procrastination head-on and get working on getting match due to the fact that we have a pandemic to survive. The series showcased here includes AI-assisted home gyms ( this personal trainer isn't going anywhere), domestic-fitness and teacher that double up as a reflect when no longer in use (hold the arena guessing approximately the secret behind our new more healthy frame) and even traditional gymnasium device however revived to be modern-day so that it won’t conflict with your current interior. Now we in reality haven't any excuse to procrastinate, do we?

Yves Behar’s Forme is the 2020 model of the magic reflect in an effort to make you come out of this quarantine fitter than before. Get in Forme-ation! Forme is a 6 feet tall clever mirror that doubles up as a domestic fitness teacher and gadget. “We wanted to make a health gadget that’s absolutely incorporated into the house with out it being an eyesore,” says Béhar. While similar machines in the marketplace are providing cardio or yoga. With Forme you also get weight lifting, aerobics, and functional schooling on pinnacle of the standard programs. When not in use, the machine’s fingers slide lower back and it becomes an stylish reflect for your home. The instructors are very well vetted and you can song your progress by way of syncing it with your clever devices. workout product designs takes care of our body and our mind – that should be our awareness for these complex times.

Inspired by their namesake, the Matryoshka Dumbells additional weight can be brought to those dumbells by nesting the weights together. Designed with the aid of 7 nepo, these innovative health loose weights take suggestion from an unlikely, unexpected source – matryoshka Russian nesting dolls! Like the doll-in-doll system, additional weight can be added with the aid of nesting the weights together. With a short snap-in/snap-out mechanism, you may transition from mild to heavy in seconds to accommodate your exercise ordinary without interruption. When you’re completed lifting and want to squeeze in some cardio, the handles double as a leap rope with the aid of connecting an protected cord.

The Tempo Studio is a gymnasium-set or workout product designs that comes entire with a display and a motion-tracking digicam that actively scans and video display units your exercise in 3D. With built-in exercising routines which can be guided by means of expert running shoes performing live exercising sessions, the Tempo is the equal of going on a Zoom video name with your fitness center instructor. Hop onto a personalized stay consultation with a health club instructor of your desire and the trainer on the opposite aspect of the screen publications you via your exercise. Introducing the sector’s maximum transportable fitness device. Monkii bars 2 is a fitness center with the aid of Dan Vinson and David Hunt you could take anywhere! Paired with the app it’s extra than just fitness system – it’s your very own private gymnasium, personal instructor, and adventure guide built into one. Simply installation in less than a minute via striking the device from any assist structure – like a tree, swing-set, basketball goal, or maybe the door at domestic or the hotel. Then get a full-frame exercising focused on your upper frame, core, and legs thru loads of sporting events and workouts.

workout product designs as a product to let you paintings and workout at the equal time, Brian Oak’s loopy hybrid of a desk-chair and treadmill – named Fitwork, continues your legs active at the same time as you paintings. Whether you’re sitting in the front of a laptop or standing in front of one, it’s the sedentary lifestyle that Fitwork tackles. The setup (which is sure to grab some eyeballs) comes with an office chair connected to a treadmill underneath, and an elliptical in the front. Coupled with an elevating desk, the Fitwork permits you to preserve the decrease half of your frame active even as you work, supplying you with aerobic in addition to maintaining your spine engaged, whether you’re sitting or standing at the same time as running.

Habit Furniture is a espresso table/bench that inverts to turn into a exercise bench so your health gadget does no longer make use of all your space. Created via Designer Glory Tam and Doctor Albert Au, Habit lets you see and recall your priority of working out quite simply by means of staying in front of you. Whoever stated home gyms are bulky!

Mental workout is as essential as a physical exercise. Wanting to design a seat that courses you into sitting cross-leg. Gao Fenglin’s Meditation Seat can simplest be sit on in a certain way. Directing the user’s behavior and inspiring a seating function that maintains your lower back upright, and your legs folded inward. The cross-legged function unearths itself dating hundreds of years returned in Oriental and Indian cultures. Used frequently for meditation in addition to for consuming. The posture is stating to growth blood move and joint flexibility. At the same time as strengthening bones, and retaining your lower back upright. It also aids digestion. Recognizing that maximum human beings don’t have the gap for health club system in their home. Or the money for a gym membership. Or maybe the self-control to head to the gym every day. Josh Hume launched into a journey to deliver the fitness center to the household. The catch? It needed to be the smallest, maximum exhaustive (and exhausting!) gymnasium ever made. After multiple iterations, the FITT Cube became born. With its 450mm edge dimension, the FITT Cube occupies as much space as a footstool. Deriving with a mini-stepper (with its own seven-section LCD display). A rotating seat, gripping handles, a plyometric platform. Or even resistance bands. The FITT dice additionally comes with a user guide, workout chart. A nutrition manual to keep you on top of your fitness game. Arranging in their optimize formation. The FITT can be flipping over to any facet and used to workout on. Be it anything from stepping sports, to twisting physical activities, to push-ups or lifts. To even plyometric workouts. The FITT turning into design to cater to all. There’s probable a giant overlap in the Venn Diagram that indicates the intersection among Star Wars lovers and Fitness Freaks. Onnit’s variety of Star Wars-stimulated workout gear couldn’t be greater ideal for that audience. Take as an instance the kettlebells that are available rather sensible sculpting cast-iron. Model the use of the heads of Darth Vader. The Imperial Stormtrooper, and Boba Fett. The concept behind the usage of masked characters for the kettlebells no longer best makes for simpler molding (believe how annoyingly precise a Chewbacca kettlebell would want to be). However also lends a sure gravitas and badass nature to the weights. The kettlebells additionally weigh in an growing order of importance. With Boba Fett weighing in at 50 pounds, to the Stormtrooper being 60 pounds. Mister Vader weighing 70 pounds. If you wish to screen the effects of your exercise. The Circular Smart Ring with the aid of Amaury Kosman retains an impressive quantity of capability in a ridiculously small form. It does so, in general through shifting a number of the load for your smartphone. The Circular Smart Ring connects on your telephone through Bluetooth. Providing you with all your information in a well collated dashboard. During the day, the hoop captures your activity, blood oxygen levels, electricity levels, calorie burn count, among different metrics. While at night, the ring ambiently tracks your circadian rhythm and records your sleep quality. Heart-price variability, sleep disturbances, REM cycles, and sleep and wake times. Using pretty state-of-the-art information processing. Device-studying technology, the hoop, its app, and the app’s assistant Kira help you collectively higher recognize your fitness. Come up with bespoke recommendation on the way to improve it. And in case you plan to return to your old health club. Wait until they set up sanitizing methods like this award-triumphing self-sanitizing door cope with layout! Students Sum Ming Wong and Kin Pong Li were inspired through the SARS outbreak inside the 2000s. Figured that a self-sanitizing door cope with is more effective than the chemical-based cleansing tactics we are the use of right now. The handle is of a tumbler tube with aluminum caps at every stop. The complete manage is including in a powder photocatalytic coating craft from a mineral called titanium dioxide. The bacteria is decomposing thru a chemical reaction. This is activating by using UV mild reacting with the skinny coating at the glass tube. Powered by an inner generator, the manage converts kinetic energy from the opening/closing movement of the door into light power. This is how the UV mild is always doing its job. This germ-killing product truly destroying 99.8% of the microbes in the course of lab exams. That is more than what Thanos did together with his infinity stones. We understand it’s so much simpler to be lazy. When nobody is looking you. But rather than looking the information and stress-ingesting our way to another illness. Permit’s utilize this possibility to as a minimum start operating out! They say the primary 21 days are the hardest. Well, allow’s get performing with those tough days so. By the point we step outdoor to exercise, we can be in a higher position than we're now! Paramount, Cybex International, StairMaster and Sunsai are the brands who makes the best workout product designs all over the world. Read the full article

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WORKOUT PRODUCT DESIGNS TO COME OUT OF THIS QUARANTINE HEALTHIER THAN EVER!

  I honestly trust there are 2 sorts of human beings on this world – the primary one who workout product designs diligently and allow not anything stand inside the manner in their ritual. And then there’s the alternative type (guilty to mention I am a part of this) who permit everything be an excuse to now not workout! Its time we technique our procrastination head-on and get working on getting match due to the fact that we have a pandemic to survive. The series showcased here includes AI-assisted home gyms ( this personal trainer isn't going anywhere), domestic-fitness and teacher that double up as a reflect when no longer in use (hold the arena guessing approximately the secret behind our new more healthy frame) and even traditional gymnasium device however revived to be modern-day so that it won’t conflict with your current interior. Now we in reality haven't any excuse to procrastinate, do we?

Yves Behar’s Forme is the 2020 model of the magic reflect in an effort to make you come out of this quarantine fitter than before. Get in Forme-ation! Forme is a 6 feet tall clever mirror that doubles up as a domestic fitness teacher and gadget. “We wanted to make a health gadget that’s absolutely incorporated into the house with out it being an eyesore,” says Béhar. While similar machines in the marketplace are providing cardio or yoga. With Forme you also get weight lifting, aerobics, and functional schooling on pinnacle of the standard programs. When not in use, the machine’s fingers slide lower back and it becomes an stylish reflect for your home. The instructors are very well vetted and you can song your progress by way of syncing it with your clever devices. workout product designs takes care of our body and our mind – that should be our awareness for these complex times.

Inspired by their namesake, the Matryoshka Dumbells additional weight can be brought to those dumbells by nesting the weights together. Designed with the aid of 7 nepo, these innovative health loose weights take suggestion from an unlikely, unexpected source – matryoshka Russian nesting dolls! Like the doll-in-doll system, additional weight can be added with the aid of nesting the weights together. With a short snap-in/snap-out mechanism, you may transition from mild to heavy in seconds to accommodate your exercise ordinary without interruption. When you’re completed lifting and want to squeeze in some cardio, the handles double as a leap rope with the aid of connecting an protected cord.

The Tempo Studio is a gymnasium-set or workout product designs that comes entire with a display and a motion-tracking digicam that actively scans and video display units your exercise in 3D. With built-in exercising routines which can be guided by means of expert running shoes performing live exercising sessions, the Tempo is the equal of going on a Zoom video name with your fitness center instructor. Hop onto a personalized stay consultation with a health club instructor of your desire and the trainer on the opposite aspect of the screen publications you via your exercise. Introducing the sector’s maximum transportable fitness device. Monkii bars 2 is a fitness center with the aid of Dan Vinson and David Hunt you could take anywhere! Paired with the app it’s extra than just fitness system – it’s your very own private gymnasium, personal instructor, and adventure guide built into one. Simply installation in less than a minute via striking the device from any assist structure – like a tree, swing-set, basketball goal, or maybe the door at domestic or the hotel. Then get a full-frame exercising focused on your upper frame, core, and legs thru loads of sporting events and workouts.

workout product designs as a product to let you paintings and workout at the equal time, Brian Oak’s loopy hybrid of a desk-chair and treadmill – named Fitwork, continues your legs active at the same time as you paintings. Whether you’re sitting in the front of a laptop or standing in front of one, it’s the sedentary lifestyle that Fitwork tackles. The setup (which is sure to grab some eyeballs) comes with an office chair connected to a treadmill underneath, and an elliptical in the front. Coupled with an elevating desk, the Fitwork permits you to preserve the decrease half of your frame active even as you work, supplying you with aerobic in addition to maintaining your spine engaged, whether you’re sitting or standing at the same time as running.

Habit Furniture is a espresso table/bench that inverts to turn into a exercise bench so your health gadget does no longer make use of all your space. Created via Designer Glory Tam and Doctor Albert Au, Habit lets you see and recall your priority of working out quite simply by means of staying in front of you. Whoever stated home gyms are bulky!

Mental workout is as essential as a physical exercise. Wanting to design a seat that courses you into sitting cross-leg. Gao Fenglin’s Meditation Seat can simplest be sit on in a certain way. Directing the user’s behavior and inspiring a seating function that maintains your lower back upright, and your legs folded inward. The cross-legged function unearths itself dating hundreds of years returned in Oriental and Indian cultures. Used frequently for meditation in addition to for consuming. The posture is stating to growth blood move and joint flexibility. At the same time as strengthening bones, and retaining your lower back upright. It also aids digestion. Recognizing that maximum human beings don’t have the gap for health club system in their home. Or the money for a gym membership. Or maybe the self-control to head to the gym every day. Josh Hume launched into a journey to deliver the fitness center to the household. The catch? It needed to be the smallest, maximum exhaustive (and exhausting!) gymnasium ever made. After multiple iterations, the FITT Cube became born. With its 450mm edge dimension, the FITT Cube occupies as much space as a footstool. Deriving with a mini-stepper (with its own seven-section LCD display). A rotating seat, gripping handles, a plyometric platform. Or even resistance bands. The FITT dice additionally comes with a user guide, workout chart. A nutrition manual to keep you on top of your fitness game. Arranging in their optimize formation. The FITT can be flipping over to any facet and used to workout on. Be it anything from stepping sports, to twisting physical activities, to push-ups or lifts. To even plyometric workouts. The FITT turning into design to cater to all. There’s probable a giant overlap in the Venn Diagram that indicates the intersection among Star Wars lovers and Fitness Freaks. Onnit’s variety of Star Wars-stimulated workout gear couldn’t be greater ideal for that audience. Take as an instance the kettlebells that are available rather sensible sculpting cast-iron. Model the use of the heads of Darth Vader. The Imperial Stormtrooper, and Boba Fett. The concept behind the usage of masked characters for the kettlebells no longer best makes for simpler molding (believe how annoyingly precise a Chewbacca kettlebell would want to be). However also lends a sure gravitas and badass nature to the weights. The kettlebells additionally weigh in an growing order of importance. With Boba Fett weighing in at 50 pounds, to the Stormtrooper being 60 pounds. Mister Vader weighing 70 pounds. If you wish to screen the effects of your exercise. The Circular Smart Ring with the aid of Amaury Kosman retains an impressive quantity of capability in a ridiculously small form. It does so, in general through shifting a number of the load for your smartphone. The Circular Smart Ring connects on your telephone through Bluetooth. Providing you with all your information in a well collated dashboard. During the day, the hoop captures your activity, blood oxygen levels, electricity levels, calorie burn count, among different metrics. While at night, the ring ambiently tracks your circadian rhythm and records your sleep quality. Heart-price variability, sleep disturbances, REM cycles, and sleep and wake times. Using pretty state-of-the-art information processing. Device-studying technology, the hoop, its app, and the app’s assistant Kira help you collectively higher recognize your fitness. Come up with bespoke recommendation on the way to improve it. And in case you plan to return to your old health club. Wait until they set up sanitizing methods like this award-triumphing self-sanitizing door cope with layout! Students Sum Ming Wong and Kin Pong Li were inspired through the SARS outbreak inside the 2000s. Figured that a self-sanitizing door cope with is more effective than the chemical-based cleansing tactics we are the use of right now. The handle is of a tumbler tube with aluminum caps at every stop. The complete manage is including in a powder photocatalytic coating craft from a mineral called titanium dioxide. The bacteria is decomposing thru a chemical reaction. This is activating by using UV mild reacting with the skinny coating at the glass tube. Powered by an inner generator, the manage converts kinetic energy from the opening/closing movement of the door into light power. This is how the UV mild is always doing its job. This germ-killing product truly destroying 99.8% of the microbes in the course of lab exams. That is more than what Thanos did together with his infinity stones. We understand it’s so much simpler to be lazy. When nobody is looking you. But rather than looking the information and stress-ingesting our way to another illness. Permit’s utilize this possibility to as a minimum start operating out! They say the primary 21 days are the hardest. Well, allow’s get performing with those tough days so. By the point we step outdoor to exercise, we can be in a higher position than we're now! Paramount, Cybex International, StairMaster and Sunsai are the brands who makes the best workout product designs all over the world. Read the full article

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WORKOUT PRODUCT DESIGNS TO COME OUT OF THIS QUARANTINE HEALTHIER THAN EVER!

  I honestly trust there are 2 sorts of human beings on this world – the primary one who workout product designs diligently and allow not anything stand inside the manner in their ritual. And then there’s the alternative type (guilty to mention I am a part of this) who permit everything be an excuse to now not workout! Its time we technique our procrastination head-on and get working on getting match due to the fact that we have a pandemic to survive. The series showcased here includes AI-assisted home gyms ( this personal trainer isn't going anywhere), domestic-fitness and teacher that double up as a reflect when no longer in use (hold the arena guessing approximately the secret behind our new more healthy frame) and even traditional gymnasium device however revived to be modern-day so that it won’t conflict with your current interior. Now we in reality haven't any excuse to procrastinate, do we?

Yves Behar’s Forme is the 2020 model of the magic reflect in an effort to make you come out of this quarantine fitter than before. Get in Forme-ation! Forme is a 6 feet tall clever mirror that doubles up as a domestic fitness teacher and gadget. “We wanted to make a health gadget that’s absolutely incorporated into the house with out it being an eyesore,” says Béhar. While similar machines in the marketplace are providing cardio or yoga. With Forme you also get weight lifting, aerobics, and functional schooling on pinnacle of the standard programs. When not in use, the machine’s fingers slide lower back and it becomes an stylish reflect for your home. The instructors are very well vetted and you can song your progress by way of syncing it with your clever devices. workout product designs takes care of our body and our mind – that should be our awareness for these complex times.

Inspired by their namesake, the Matryoshka Dumbells additional weight can be brought to those dumbells by nesting the weights together. Designed with the aid of 7 nepo, these innovative health loose weights take suggestion from an unlikely, unexpected source – matryoshka Russian nesting dolls! Like the doll-in-doll system, additional weight can be added with the aid of nesting the weights together. With a short snap-in/snap-out mechanism, you may transition from mild to heavy in seconds to accommodate your exercise ordinary without interruption. When you’re completed lifting and want to squeeze in some cardio, the handles double as a leap rope with the aid of connecting an protected cord.

The Tempo Studio is a gymnasium-set or workout product designs that comes entire with a display and a motion-tracking digicam that actively scans and video display units your exercise in 3D. With built-in exercising routines which can be guided by means of expert running shoes performing live exercising sessions, the Tempo is the equal of going on a Zoom video name with your fitness center instructor. Hop onto a personalized stay consultation with a health club instructor of your desire and the trainer on the opposite aspect of the screen publications you via your exercise. Introducing the sector’s maximum transportable fitness device. Monkii bars 2 is a fitness center with the aid of Dan Vinson and David Hunt you could take anywhere! Paired with the app it’s extra than just fitness system – it’s your very own private gymnasium, personal instructor, and adventure guide built into one. Simply installation in less than a minute via striking the device from any assist structure – like a tree, swing-set, basketball goal, or maybe the door at domestic or the hotel. Then get a full-frame exercising focused on your upper frame, core, and legs thru loads of sporting events and workouts.

workout product designs as a product to let you paintings and workout at the equal time, Brian Oak’s loopy hybrid of a desk-chair and treadmill – named Fitwork, continues your legs active at the same time as you paintings. Whether you’re sitting in the front of a laptop or standing in front of one, it’s the sedentary lifestyle that Fitwork tackles. The setup (which is sure to grab some eyeballs) comes with an office chair connected to a treadmill underneath, and an elliptical in the front. Coupled with an elevating desk, the Fitwork permits you to preserve the decrease half of your frame active even as you work, supplying you with aerobic in addition to maintaining your spine engaged, whether you’re sitting or standing at the same time as running.

Habit Furniture is a espresso table/bench that inverts to turn into a exercise bench so your health gadget does no longer make use of all your space. Created via Designer Glory Tam and Doctor Albert Au, Habit lets you see and recall your priority of working out quite simply by means of staying in front of you. Whoever stated home gyms are bulky!

Mental workout is as essential as a physical exercise. Wanting to design a seat that courses you into sitting cross-leg. Gao Fenglin’s Meditation Seat can simplest be sit on in a certain way. Directing the user’s behavior and inspiring a seating function that maintains your lower back upright, and your legs folded inward. The cross-legged function unearths itself dating hundreds of years returned in Oriental and Indian cultures. Used frequently for meditation in addition to for consuming. The posture is stating to growth blood move and joint flexibility. At the same time as strengthening bones, and retaining your lower back upright. It also aids digestion. Recognizing that maximum human beings don’t have the gap for health club system in their home. Or the money for a gym membership. Or maybe the self-control to head to the gym every day. Josh Hume launched into a journey to deliver the fitness center to the household. The catch? It needed to be the smallest, maximum exhaustive (and exhausting!) gymnasium ever made. After multiple iterations, the FITT Cube became born. With its 450mm edge dimension, the FITT Cube occupies as much space as a footstool. Deriving with a mini-stepper (with its own seven-section LCD display). A rotating seat, gripping handles, a plyometric platform. Or even resistance bands. The FITT dice additionally comes with a user guide, workout chart. A nutrition manual to keep you on top of your fitness game. Arranging in their optimize formation. The FITT can be flipping over to any facet and used to workout on. Be it anything from stepping sports, to twisting physical activities, to push-ups or lifts. To even plyometric workouts. The FITT turning into design to cater to all. There’s probable a giant overlap in the Venn Diagram that indicates the intersection among Star Wars lovers and Fitness Freaks. Onnit’s variety of Star Wars-stimulated workout gear couldn’t be greater ideal for that audience. Take as an instance the kettlebells that are available rather sensible sculpting cast-iron. Model the use of the heads of Darth Vader. The Imperial Stormtrooper, and Boba Fett. The concept behind the usage of masked characters for the kettlebells no longer best makes for simpler molding (believe how annoyingly precise a Chewbacca kettlebell would want to be). However also lends a sure gravitas and badass nature to the weights. The kettlebells additionally weigh in an growing order of importance. With Boba Fett weighing in at 50 pounds, to the Stormtrooper being 60 pounds. Mister Vader weighing 70 pounds. If you wish to screen the effects of your exercise. The Circular Smart Ring with the aid of Amaury Kosman retains an impressive quantity of capability in a ridiculously small form. It does so, in general through shifting a number of the load for your smartphone. The Circular Smart Ring connects on your telephone through Bluetooth. Providing you with all your information in a well collated dashboard. During the day, the hoop captures your activity, blood oxygen levels, electricity levels, calorie burn count, among different metrics. While at night, the ring ambiently tracks your circadian rhythm and records your sleep quality. Heart-price variability, sleep disturbances, REM cycles, and sleep and wake times. Using pretty state-of-the-art information processing. Device-studying technology, the hoop, its app, and the app’s assistant Kira help you collectively higher recognize your fitness. Come up with bespoke recommendation on the way to improve it. And in case you plan to return to your old health club. Wait until they set up sanitizing methods like this award-triumphing self-sanitizing door cope with layout! Students Sum Ming Wong and Kin Pong Li were inspired through the SARS outbreak inside the 2000s. Figured that a self-sanitizing door cope with is more effective than the chemical-based cleansing tactics we are the use of right now. The handle is of a tumbler tube with aluminum caps at every stop. The complete manage is including in a powder photocatalytic coating craft from a mineral called titanium dioxide. The bacteria is decomposing thru a chemical reaction. This is activating by using UV mild reacting with the skinny coating at the glass tube. Powered by an inner generator, the manage converts kinetic energy from the opening/closing movement of the door into light power. This is how the UV mild is always doing its job. This germ-killing product truly destroying 99.8% of the microbes in the course of lab exams. That is more than what Thanos did together with his infinity stones. We understand it’s so much simpler to be lazy. When nobody is looking you. But rather than looking the information and stress-ingesting our way to another illness. Permit’s utilize this possibility to as a minimum start operating out! They say the primary 21 days are the hardest. Well, allow’s get performing with those tough days so. By the point we step outdoor to exercise, we can be in a higher position than we're now! Paramount, Cybex International, StairMaster and Sunsai are the brands who makes the best workout product designs all over the world. Read the full article