#crypt on future media

[gaydexvocaloid]

just found out it’s possible to draw with lasso tool

#kagamine rin #kagamine len #kagamines #vocaloid #my art #fanart #digital art #procreate #vocaloid fanart #i’m sick lol #i can’t believe i just had surgery and i get sick barely a couple days afterwards #i haven’t been sick in so long ahhhggg #having a cold ontop of my disease is so hard to manage man #anyway drawing with lasso tool was actually rlly fun omg #used no sketch so proportions may be off #rlly enjoyable tho deffo will try this again #crypt on future media

[michanvalentine]

Vincent's slumber

I don't know if anyone has already talked about it, I'm relatively new to social media (and I have the same skill as Vincent in using it). In any case, I share this thought that I have always had, but which with the release of Rebirth came back to my mind stronger than ever. I'm talking about Vincent's sleep. Nothing that comprehends how long it lasted, whether he woke up from time to time to do who knows what or whether he instead remained locked in the coffin for the entire time until Cloud arrived. Maybe I'll talk about this in the future, who knows. Instead, I would like to focus on why Vincent needs so much sleep. In the OG it would seem that he slept for 30 years straight, later with the expansion of the FF VII compilation we learned that there were moments of wakefulness. Even in FF Rebirth, Vincent's crypt seems way more comfortable than a plain one and Vincent's own statements suggest that he has experienced something in the meantime. In any case, we can safely say that Vincent Valentine is a sleepyhead, who spends much of his time sleeping (or napping around, poor Cait Sith). In DoC we saw him dozing under the Nibelheim tree (I hope in one of his moments of pause as a bodyguard, lol), where he and Lucrecia had their picnic. So our hero loves to sleep. Subsequently, after being used for Hojo and Lucrecia's experiments, in DoC Vincent remained in suspended animation in the tube for an unspecified period. Basically asleep. We currently don't know when he woke up, where he got his amazing cloak, and how he ended up lying in a coffin. Always sleeping. Surely after everything that happened to him, poor guy, being depressed, hiding from the world, self-punishing, etc, is quite understandable. And this would explain why he continues to sleep. Until a certain degree. For starters, I've always thought that the reason why, once Chaos and Protomateria were implanted, Vincent didn't wake up immediately was because his body needed time to adapt. To recover. We know that Hojo gave him a virtually indestructible body, but even so the burden of Chaos and the other demons/monsters is physically too much to bear. So both Hojo and Lucrecia thought they had failed in their experiment, precisely because Vincent didn't wake up. Even after regaining consciousness, Vincent continued to sleep in his beloved coffin, because he was unable to come to terms with what happened and what he has become, certainly, but also because physically it was still too much for him. He still has to recover, adapt, struggle for every little thing. And we don't even know how much he needs to hold back to control his four roommates. And we are talking about powerful and dangerous creatures. Chief among these is Chaos, a primordial god of destruction. All this must have a weight, which certainly weighs on the body as well as the soul. In Rebirth this thing seems even more evident to me, starting from the phrase: "Being outside is exhausting, I hate it." Ok, it makes me smile too, if you think about how introverted, antisocial, etc, he is. Plus he's trying to understand and adjust to all the changes that have occurred during the thirty years he's lost, but perhaps the myriad stimuli in the outside world are also exhausting him physically. Because he is not alone, there are five of him inside him, and we don't know exactly how Vincent Valentine perceives the world and on which and how many levels. Certainly, as Rebirth points out, he is very sensitive to everything dark and supernatural.

The Rebirth also gives us the opportunity to better observe the transformation into the Galian Beast. Vincent grabs his head, writhes, screams and the beast takes his place. It is a painful process, which requires physical effort. Not only that, but by the end of the fight, Vincent is completely exhausted. He barely manages to get back on his feet, his arms dangling, his head too, and the steps that separate him from the crypt are difficult and very heavy to take. A painful sight to even watch (at least until he rolls over in the doorway, lol). And no, it doesn't depend on the attacks of Cloud and company, you just need to look at Reno's face after the clash in which sector 7 collapsed to realize it.

Vincent is not injured, his body is indestructible, he doesn't have a scratch, he doesn't limp, he doesn't hold his side or arm where he was hit. No. He is simply emptied, drained, exhausted in every cell of the body by the transformation. What he does is go back to sleep, he needs it, to recover from the effort. Only then will he join Cloud and the others on the Tiny Bronco. This also happens in DoC, during the first meeting/fight with Rosso the Crimson in the city of Edge. When Vincent regains control of himself, after Chaos' intervention, he collapses directly onto the streets of Edge. As long as Shalua gives him the opportunity and time to recover in the tube, at the WRO headquarters. The same thing will happen later after the battle with Azul the Cerulean. Vincent loses consciousness and later wakes up on the floor of the Shinra building. So to conclude, I always thought that yes, he loved to snooze when he was younger. Now he's dozing because he's a grandpa, and maybe he had nothing better to do in the basement of the Shinra Mansion, but he often really, really needs to rest. Physiologically speaking, as far as Valentine's physiology is known. Because being him, Vincent freaking Valentine, is quite a burden.

All the images do not belong to me, I thank those who shared them on the web!

#vincent valentine #ff7 rebirth #ff7 #ffvii rebirth #ffvii #final fantasy rebirth #final fantasy vii #dirge of cerberus #final fantasy 7 rebirth #final fantasy 7

[edwinrocks0811]

Explaining the Paradox Pokemon

I've been debating with myself on should this be a video or analysis on here, but after rewatching my older vids I decided the latter would be better.

Anyways Paradox Pokemon are the weirdo "gimmick" pokemon similar to Ultra Beast, and today I want to go in-depth on them and explain why they're the way they are.

Also before I go I start I just need to get this off my chest: YES THE PAST AND FUTURE PARADOX POKEMON ARE JUST DINOSAURS AND ROBOTS. THAT'S THE POINT. They're very obviously based on pop cultures extremist and fantastical take on what the past was like and future will be. This isn't anything new to A. Pokemon(look at Ultra Beast being sci-fi tropes) and B. Entertainment media

I feel like so many people treat them to literally or miss the point, cause they didn't execute them in the exact way they wanted(basically Galar Fossils 2.0). Whether which one is better or worse is at the end of the day subjective and this bloods/crypts ass discourse is like comparing American Girl to Bratz(their both dolls targeted to kids, but appeal to two vastly different demographics).

The Meaning of Scarlet and Violet

Before we can explain the paradox pokemon I feel like explaining why the games are called this is important for understanding the games theme of past and future(also to explain why their not called Pkmn: Past and Future, cause it's a very upfront and doesn't represent the Paradox Mons entirely).

Let's start of with explaining what is Ultraviolet and Infrared

Light and colors are the visible radiation we can see, so in turn UV and IR are the invisible radiations we can't see. The past and future are nothing more than history and speculation; they ultimately exist in our minds and art. This explains Paradox pokemon mysterious and contradictory lore/origins. Another thing to note is the meaning of Ultra and Infra being Beyond(UV) and Below(IR), which perfectly explains how their based on pre-existing pokemon, but made stronger, and live below the region of Paldea in Area Zero.

This also explains why they're in a region with a gimmick based around types and legendary pokemon with a light motif both themed around crystals. Tera is the visible spectrum of colors, while Paradox pokemon are the invisible spectrum of radiation

Next is explaining Red and Purple(and also warm and cool colors)

Starting off with warm/cool tones are descriptors for two groups of color on the opposite ends of the color spectrum. How does this connect to the Paramons? Well next we'll explain what happens to water when warmed and cool to the extreme.

On the left are ice molecules and right vapor molecules. The ice molecules are aligned in columns and rows and fill out the box in an orderly manner. And I'll let this other image explain the vapor.

This explains the essential themes of the paradox pokemon: Chaos(past) and Order(future)... to the XTREME. And that red and purple being the farthest colors on both ends of warm and cool tones are used to exemplify that.

Before moving on I'd like to point out how on a wheel, despite being far apart red and purple are bridged together. This will be important later

Now let's start off by explaining the Past Paradox

The chaotic ancestors fueled by the scorching sun, Ancient Paramons have: yellow eyes, eye markings, sharp teeth, warm red colors, long/messy hair/feathers/etc., and spikes or tail.

Getting the most obvious details out of the way the teeth, hair, and spikes/tail are all to call back to dinosaurs or cavemen. Common creatures constantly portrayed living in the past.

The eye markings could call to punk/rock makeup with them looking like sharp lashes or mascara.

Also something to notice is that the ancient pokemon have a lot of motifs and all the designs incorporate them in a way that's sorta messy and overdesigned. This exemplifies the overall theme of chaos(if that wasn't obvious).

The use of yellow for their eyes could call to yellow's association with hazard. The use of red is similar to yellow as one of red's symbolic meaning is danger; which exemplifies a key part of paradox pokemon lore.

Add-On: Since I explained the names and shinies of the Future I just state, that the past Paramons shinies reference the og pokemon shinies and their names reference how dinosaur name meanings are upfront on their appearance and behaviors (T-Rex- Tyrant Lizard)

Now onto their gimmick involving the sun weather. The sun is a natural resource that a lot of creatures depend on to live, and can be used to fuel technology. But it's also an energy source that cannot be controlled due to space, weather, climate, etc.; furthermore it can cause drought's or wildfires. This line up with the lore of Ancient pokemon drawing their power from a "primal energy"(the sun) and fits with the chaos theme, but also gives us some hints onto the world they come from. That being a harsh climate that involves strength to survive.

Next is the Future Paradox

The orderly descendants powered by electricity, Future Paramons have: y2k fluid, L.E.D eyes, black sclera, and fully mechanical bodies

The fluid, L.E.D, chrome shinies are Y2K AS FUCK. The fluid could reference lava lamps a 60s decoration that had a resurgence in the 90s(when Y2K started)(and also reference the 2000s 60s influence), the L.E.D eyes could allude to I-Pets. Y2K was an aesthetic that referenced the fearmongering phenomenon of the same name. This exemplifies the pokemon being from the future and makes sense when you take into account Scarvio development cycle lining up with Y2K resurgence and Pokemania.

Black has a lot of symbolism that could apply to to the theme of order and their paradox nature like: restraint, power, occult, mystery, bleakness, fear. But the possible main reason is it gives the an emotionless look which amplifies their inorganic designs that contrast with the Ancient Pokemon.

ADD-ON: Originally I didn't go in depth for the shinies meaning as I thought it was because of the Y2K Aesthetic, but i remembered that the base Future mons y2k fluids are a color of the rainbow(Treads- Red, Moth- Orange, Hands- Yellow, Thorns- Green, Bundle- Blue, Jugulis- Indigo/Purple, Valiant- Pink). And then I remembered also that Miraidon shiny is white the metallic texture just fucks it up, plus looking at the home models. the shinies use either gray or white as a base. Gray's notable meanings as a color are control and compromise, and white's meaning is cleanliness, blankness, coldness, emptiness, simplicity, and minimalism. Basically their orderly asf.

Something to note is how simplistic in executing these motifs the future pokemon do. Obviously like the past pokemon this exemplifies the theme of order, as they're more refined than the pokemon they're based on. This could also reference Technological Singularity a theory that states we'd advanced so far technologically that it'll lead to the end of humanity.

Add-On: To expand upon the Technological Singularity(and the whole rainbow Y2K fluid thang among others) the Future Paramons could reference the Singularity, which is the state or condition of being singular(as one). This could reflect the use of iron, and chrome shinies. It also explains the Y2K rainbow, as they basically emphasize how their parts with distinct roles to a greater mechanism. Compared to the past Paramons who are unique individuals.

Speaking of inorganic the use of electric terrain as the Future mons "primal energy" source could contrast the Sun as a natural, since electricity used for energy is produced through man-made/unnatural means. Similarly to the ancients this could allude to the future they originate from: possibly being one that wanted to have the strength of the ancient world, without the harsh environment of the past. Using technology and electric terrain to achieve this, with control over the world.

Now remember when I talked about the color wheel and how their connected and far apart at the same time...

Well the designs of both paradox pokemon also showcase this. Despite being complete opposites they execute certain motifs similarly. Using ST and IB as examples at a glance Scream Tail has more differences to the mon it's based on compared to Iron Bundle; however Iron Bundle does differ from Delibird through it's functionality(IB bag is a water cannon, it's feet are skies and moves through using it cannon as a propeller, and attacks with it's head and elastic neck piece). Compared to Scream tail which attacks and moves like Jigglypuff.

Basically Past pokemon focuses on physical changes, Future pokemon change focus on functional changes(Unless your Iron Fugulis)

Now circling back to explaining how their similar, both paradox groups: have face motifs that have slight variety, but are generally the same, past pokemon all have red in their palette but have execution variety meanwhile future pokemon fluid all looks the same but with color variety, past mons all have messy "hair"(although with slight variety: Sandy Shocks and Brute Bonnet) while future mons robot gimmick is expressed in a variety of ways(although with slight similarities: Iron Hands and Moth) , all paradox pokemon change physically and functionally in some way(Unless your Iron Fugulis); i.e. Walking Wake or Iron Treads.

ADD-ON: If this sounds like confusing word-vomit well that's because I was struggling to put this thought process to text, but after analyzing the future paradox shinies they perfectly embody what I want to say in a simpler way. All past pokemon have unique discernible shinies, yet all share the warm red motif(Unless your Sandy Shocks and Brute Bonnet then it's yellow). Whereas future mons all share chrome/metallic gray or white shinies with unique discernible colored Y2K fluid(excluding Leaves cause the legendary Paramons got their own things going on)(Unless your Fugulis)

TlDr: Paradox mon are similar as they are polar opposites, and living in a world that represents both themes at ounce is ideal(I.e. a world where rules and freedom exist in harmony. Think of diet Shin Megami Tensei). This explains why they're all threats to the present.

I dunno how to end this, so let me say Iron Jugulis is a godawful pokemon design. Bye

#pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon dlc #the indigo disk #paradox pokemon #pokemon scarvio #pokemon scarlet violet #pokemon analysis #I hope y'all liked this #I actually plan on doing similar explanations for stuff like Team Star and the Teal Mask pokemon

[netherworldpost]

From 2016 through 2018, Evil Supply Co. (hi, it me, we are rebranding) published 21 monster newspapers detailing the lives and tomfooleries of ghosts, witches, mermaids, monsters, dragons, gorgons, wizards, rock creatures, goblins, orcs... etc.

The Complete Evil Supply Co. collection is available for free via PDF by clicking this link here.

Please feel free to share. Please feel free to link to it on your own blog or media or whatevers.

The link will take you to a Google Drive page, so when I say "there is no obligation or sign ups" I mean it. I won't even know that you downloaded it.

You can of course tell me. But you don't have to.

The entire point of making this public is to give you something without asking for something in return.

Every issue. Every in-universe ad. A few extra rambles at the beginning and end discussing the future. It's just over 100 pages and something like 40- 50,000 words. I counted once and it took forever.

I've been making it free for years and have given away several copies because the community of folks who love monsters and Halloween and mermaids has provided me an audience to build an unimaginably fun life.

A company can exist for many reasons. Making the world a better place via a utopian paradise is one of mine.

When I say this project is my life's work, I mean it.

I'm getting far too sappy.

Let's talk about the future a moment.

I have been exploring various printed versions of the book for months. I'm hoping to narrow down a company to work with sometime before the store launches (Autumn 2023). Did you know that books are absurdly heavy?

The printed version will not be free. The link above (and here, we love utility in this crypt) is formatted to print fine on 8.5" x 11" paper. It is again though 100+ pages, so do be aware. The PDF will always be free, even after said printed version launches.

Onwards to next, non-secret things

Remember this? I've signed a contract today to build a microsite on the blog that will house the Dispatch in web format. This is third in priority --

blog (April 2023)

shop (Autumn 2023)

Dispatch microsite (...?)

-- for obvious reasons. The PDF will be available for free for as long as I run this company, this is not a limited time offer. I mentioned that above but I like mentioning things, including "I like mentioning things."

The existence of non-secret things implies... secret... things?

Kinda.

One of the features of the blog that I'm really excited to offer is advice columns and in-character pen pal exchanges. "Hey Strawberry, how does magic work underwater?" and then you'll get a reply if your ask is chosen.

And by reply I mean a published thing online + an actual physical letter in the mail as this company is a non-governmental postal facility after all. A post office, if you will. A Netherworld Post Office, even!

The stories from Evil Supply Co.'s dispatch are serving as a near-final draft of new stories.

Or maybe a solid starter. Anyway, the point being:

All of the plot points and characters (etc) are sticking around (with the exception of Atticus, as a fictional character in the newspaper, I've decided to just be a semi-fictional character in actual real life).

The direction of new stories is "more of everything" and "cleaning up minor plot point holes" and/or "using plot point holes for comedic purposes and strategic hilarity."

There will be a brand new character replacing the Atticus character.

I really liked running the Dispatch. It was one of the things I'm most proud of -- a monster newspaper?! all original content!! I drew it all, I wrote it all!

I want to explore bringing it back in some form.

And.

I recognize I have a lot on my plate at the moment. So the best path forward is, as above, giving away the base + building the microsite.

One of the beautiful things, I have come to realize after surviving my 2020 traffic accident + ensuing as well as not related legal battles to get people to pay me what they owe:

I have a lot of time.

I don't need to rush things.

Whoops!

Wrong link.

Try this one instead.

(That terrible joke was as immensely satisfying to write as you think it was. Doubly so if you get that the link is from Ocarina of Time and I was just talking about time okay I'll see myself to the door this post has gone on way too long.)

Let's wrap this up!

NetherworldPost.com has the email signup.

If you've signed up before, the auto- duplication- resolution- witchcraft- tech- things will take care of it. You won't get a ton of emails.

First email will go out saying "blog is launched" when said blog launches and then rambles thereafter.

(Bugs Bunny and others gifs used in this post do not appear but are included as helping legibility of said this post.)

#peyroux dispatch #monster stories #monster fiction #ghost fiction #halloween stories #monster newspaper #evil supply co #evilsupplyco

[schmergo]

The Oscars are like, "Times have changed. We understand that. Not everybody has cable TV or, heck, a TV at all anymore. But don't worry! We've moved with the times and have made sure that there are plenty of alternative ways for everyone to watch the Oscars this year!

* We are on multiple streaming platforms! No, not the ones you or anyone you know has. The ones that you've literally never heard of before that charge around $70 a month with acronym names that sound like government agencies like FUBO, SLING, WEDGIE, MOM+, CIA, and Hulu Plus Witches' Curse. 

*No, don't get excited and go, "Oh, I have Hulu!" We're not talking about regular Hulu. We're talking about a premium subscription that allows you to access every piece of media that's ever been made and many from the future. But the overall fee is that the witch leaches about 10 years of your life per month, plus you must give up the part of your body which is most precious to you in exchange for watching live TV events.

* Enter indentured servitude with an ABC as an unpaid studio intern for 5 years

* One very special Wonka Bar currently being sold in Walgreens convenience stores contains a golden ticket to the Oscars live ceremony!

* If you stand at the confluence of the Mississippi and Ohio Rivers, you can pick up a weak signal on your graphing calculator to watch a super pixelated and lagging live stream. (May pick up radio interference from passing boats.)

* Some enchanted mirrors may carry the Oscars broadcast this year as part of their 'premium scrying' packages. Check with your local evil sorcerer for more details about local rates.

* A treasure map drawn on the back of the Magna Carta in the crypt of the US Capitol is said to lead to a cave in the Caribbean with a magic conch shell, and if you listen closely, you can hear the live Oscars ceremony taking place though it.

* Don't worry! Back by popular demand, we ARE broadcasting to the International Space Station!

Also the Oscars: "Why is viewership for awards ceremonies so low these days?"

#oscars #academy awards #oscars 2023 #movies #tv

[multiwreckedmess]

The Other Way Around

Pairing: Changbin x “her” (unnamed femme pronouned character) Genre: Idolverse, angst, 3rd person WC: 6k~ Summary: Scars get created from scabs you don’t let heal. She’s the wound that he won’t stop picking. TW/CW: SMUT (pretty tame tbh, unprotected penetration if that bothers you), depression, infidelity, guilt. Saying goodbye (but make it so painful).

As per usual this is not meant to represent Changbin or ANY idol mentioned. I do not KNOW them like that. It is a work of fiction. There is 18+ content in this fiction which should not be used as a guide for ANYONE. If you are under 18 please do not interact with me or my works, I guarantee you I’m actually just the crypt keeper please make friends your own age.

 "Have you written any songs about me?" Her eyes searched Changbin's face bursting with pride.  "No, not yet." Changbin cleared his throat, "but I'll tell you if I do!"

 Her laughter was like a melody he couldn't capture in notes no matter how many times he put pen to paper to write it out. It hurt to hear, plucking at the strings of his soul that he couldn't quite bear to cut out.

 He should've forgotten about her the second she flashed that damn engagement ring all over social media, finger tips blushed red from the cold.

 "Say hello to the a future member of the Mrs. club!"

 That night he threw up before he went on stage. Not one to get nervous before a show suddenly he was all shakes and jitters. Shooting him and anxious glance Chan put his arm around his longtime friends shoulder.  "You good to go bro? We can adapt if-"  Changbin blamed it on too much greasy food. It wasn't a burden for his leader to bear.

 That night was his best performance ever. Soles of his shoes hitting the floor with the full intent to break through it. Spit flying as plosives accented his flow like pop rocks in chocolate candy bars. Hitting each isolation like a man possessed only to collapse into the faux leather sofa in the greenroom at the end of the night nearly dead to the world.

 When they came back from tour Changbin wasn't seen outside of his room for weeks. The only sign of life was the occasional grunt of effort from his exercising. An aptly self made prison.

 "Changbin!" Han yelped as though he'd seen a ghost, paradoxically grabbing his arm to stop him. "You don't look good dude." A haunted shell of his formerly bouncy, jovial self he smiled at Han, at half hearted attempt to soothe the anxious face in front of him. "I'm okay."  "Nah I haven't seen you in weeks bro. You aren't okay."  "I'm fine."  Han's stomach sank. He knew that tone all too well. The firm resolution of a man who absolutely could not ask for help but desperately needed something. Han just wasn't sure what and Changbin definitely wasn't going to tell him even if Changbin even knew what he needed.

 The award season was supposed to be a happy time. An exciting time. At least cheerfully busy time.  "Changbin, bro, you've got to snap the fuck out of it," Chan pulled him aside during a break. "I know you don't want to talk but at this point I need to know if we need to have someone professional step in."  "I'm going to miss her wedding," Changbin's broken whisper floated by the pair in a dreamlike daze. "It's during promotions, I'm going to miss her wedding. I have to-I've studied the schedule over and over. There's just no way. There's no way to do it quietly or quickly."

 Chan slid the sheet folded sheet of 8.5 x 11 printer paper under Changbin's door without a word. It wasn't much for him, a gesture of sympathy from one man to another. A single ticket to the year end award show. An easily obtained favor for the industries most connected man.  "Invite her!" Written on a post-it note at the bottom of the page.  She couldn't go as his date obviously, but she could at least watch from a privileged position. It was the thought that counted. The only way Changbin could see her dressed up in front of him in real life. Such a small thing in the grand scheme of it all but feverishly important to him.

 Dusty pink chiffon draped elegantly across her shoulders into big puffy bell sleeves and over a peekaboo boned waist. Romantic, princess-y, soft, and not his. Excess fabric gripped tightly in her firsts, her skirt flounced with each light trot toward him.  "Is that h-" Jeongin poked at Felix's side. Felix quickly swatted at his thighs to shut him up. The word had traveled through the Australians into the second dorm but Changbin hadn't said a word. The two men watched as their friend's shoulders pushed back, extending his spine straight and as tall as possible. Broad and sturdy, clearly tense. There could be no doubt who it was. Not to them anyway.  The carefully coiffed wave of her hair framing her face made him want to grab her by the waist, steal a company car, and drive to the ocean with her to watch the waves crash on the shore. The thought of the chaos that would ensure made him smile. Greedily stealing her away from her fiancee during crucial prepping time to ogle over what he was missing out on. Making her dress up in a gown, put on heels, hire a makeup and hair stylist, all to see him when he'd have been just as happy if she'd come in sweats and one of his baggy tee-shirts.  Skidding to a halt a respectable meter in front of him her arms slam unnaturally stiffly at her sides. "Binnie I want to hug you so bad right now but I'm sure JYP has a trained sniper on me if I get too close." Pain knits her brow.  "It's been ages! I've missed you."  It would be easier for Changbin to claw his way inside of his chest with his bare hands and rip out his still beating heart to present to you than say what he wants to say. "Yeah, sorry, the idol life is-"  "No it's fine! You're doing what you dreamed of!"  "I just feel so bad-"  "Seo Changbin, by the grace of the JYP sniper, I will slap you if you apologize for missing anything going on in my tiny insignificant life for your grand one. Hell, I'd miss my own life for that!" She beams at him, "have you written any songs about me?" Her eyes search Changbin's face, bursting with pride.  "No, not yet," even he laughs at his lie, trying to shrug it off as nonchalantly as possible. Clearing he throat he follows, "but i'll let you know if I do!" She teases him with an exaggerated frown, "now I'm a little disappointed, none? No songs about your best friend? Even like, a verse?"  "Nah, not our style."

 Every time he wrote it was about her in some way, at its core. The sad moments, the happy, the melancholic, the lonely, all his confusing conflicting feelings woven into the layers of instruments and vocals and noises of the track to be mixed and muddled like they sat in his chest. Listening over and over until the slurry of feelings settled into numbness. A slow but steady process of cataloguing so his heart could feel free to forget.

 Chan knew as he watched the pair, hawk-eyed, that this could not nor would not be the last meeting they'd have. The stiffened positions, the way that Changbin's fingers twitched as he fought the urge to wrap her in his arms. Changbin couldn't say goodbye here in the way he'd want to, even if he told Chan that he was satisfied.  "After schedules are done you can take a company car if you'd like," Chan offered as casually as possible. "We'll be needing your driving skills in some filming next month so take a weekend trip to brush up."  Though the leader's tone was that of a friendly request, Changbin knew better by the firm pat on his shoulder. It wasn't an offer he could say no to easily. Chan was really saying "take the car, take the weekend, take the girl, and don't get caught."

 "We'll be out of sight here?" She marveled at the vacation house sat on the edge of the coast. Far more opulent than she'd imagined when Changbin had invited her for the weekend trip. The stars had aligned almost too perfectly for them. His family vacation rental hadn't been booked, her husband was out of town on a business trip, and he didn't have any schedules. Her husband had even suggested staying the weekend with a friend, something fun without him after the intense togetherness of their honeymoon.  "Out of sight enough. We can't go outside though. There just always a chance-"  "Yeah no, international superstar. I know."  "Sorry." He swallowed the guilt down into his chest. Another thing he couldn't offer her.  Despite the overcast sky chilling the sand he wanted desperately to walk the shoreline with her. Share the sea breeze like they used to. Bury his feet in the sand despite the fact that the sun had failed to warm it. Something to remind her of the times they'd sat with their tear stained faces buried in each others shoulders for one reason or another. The comfort of the cloak of darkness cushioning their intense feelings. A faint smile crossing his lips as he remembered how she used to call her husband a rat-bastard while yelling into the salty air.  Still they were hardly trapped in some shack. A sitting room, a living room, an opulent eat-in kitchen, along with three bedrooms made up the total of the vacation home. Enough room for the two of them to spread out easily. Almost too much room, Changbin thought as he watched her disappear into what used to be the bedroom his parents used. Still, he tossed his bag into the room he most frequently used as a child and headed to the kitchen to prep dinner.

 Reappearing in a form Changbin had most frequently seen her in, she watches him apprehensively. Her sweatpants and baggy t-shirt wafting her scent like a very comfy specter in the kitchen.  "We can order delivery right? That's not too risky?" Changbin rolls his eyes at her, playfully giving her a swat. "Hey, I can cook. At least I can cook Ramen."  Her eyebrows lift slightly, nodding in acceptance.  "It's mostly just assembly anyway," Changbin continue to muse as the water boils, pulling precooked toppings from his grocery bag and assembling them into their bowls. "I can crack an egg. I know how to do that you know."  He focuses back on the pot of water, stirring aimlessly. She leans over into the liquor cabinet and Changbin can't help himself, watching the muscles in her thighs tense as she lifts a bottle of bourbon from the middle shelf. It's clear that she's been working out. Keeping herself up. Ramen water hisses as it spills over onto the stovetop from his overly vigorous stirring.  "Need a stiff one?" She waggles her brows at him, gesturing with the bottle of brown liquor.  "Sure, whatever you're having, I'll match."  "You sure you don't want one of your bullshit low-calorie somethings?" Changbin shrugs, returning to the stove, "nah I worked out enough for this."  She squeezes his bicep, handing him a glass. "Ooh big man Binnie! Eat a lot to feed those muscles!"  He nearly drops the spoon into the boiling noodles as the jolt of overactive neurons spikes up and down his arm and fizzles his spinal cord. Mind working on overdrive to catalogue the feeling, dangerous and alluring like the edge of a knife.  They down their drinks together before the ramen finishes.

 Her lips leave a glossy print that fogs the edge of her glass. Opting against the formal dining room they sit side by side at the dining counter in the kitchen. It's easier, non-confrontational. Less pressure when you can't see the whites of the others eyes as you talk. Changbin prefers it this way, so she doesn't know how much he looks at her. Used to moving his gaze before it became too obvious how greedy his eyes were.  "I always kinda thought, before you debuted of course, that in some weird way we'd end up together." She slurs slightly, swirling the ice cube left sitting in her drinks dregs.  Changbin mirrors her, holding his glass up to eye level, feigning disinterest. "Yeah?" He prompts, hopefully nonchalantly.  "It made sense to me at least."  "You liked that scrawny kid?" He cracks, finally, turning fully to face her, incredulous.  "I liked you."  He rolls his eyes, "so you hate me now?"  She gets down from the counter stool, gathering their glasses to make more drinks, avoiding his eyes. "Binnie," she warns. "You know what I meant."  He chases. He knows what she means but he needs to hear it. He won't stop thinking about it until she says it. Fixated on the little words she won't say out loud, the invisible strings of words that tie them together. "You said you liked me, that's past tense-"  "Are you seeing anyone?" She asks as she spins around with their drinks, the soft sweet scent of her shampoo wafting the pungent bitter brown liquor toward him.  Changbin stares, incredulous, and a little tipsy. “What woman, no, what human would want to wait around for me? Working at all hours. Gone for months at a time. Totally unable to go out on a date. We can barely get away with this-” words fall off his tongue lubricated by alcohol and largely unimpeded by outside forces. He knows he’s spiraling. The small voice deep inside tells him he needs to stop, before he regrets something. So he takes a swig of his drink. And another. Each sip burns a little less than the last. Sitting in silence with his friend.

 She clears her throat with a cough and an apologetic smile. “You know, I blame you for the string of producers I dated in college.”  “STRING?” Changbin yelps, fist hitting the table and sending the ice in his drink clattering against the walls of the glass. “Better not be any of my friends.”  “Could be.” She looks into the distance with a shrug.  The veins in his arm bulge as he grips the glass, downing what was left. He can tell she’s trying to make it up to him in some way. It’s a very her way to go about it, dropping some small fact about the past that’s supposed to be funny but is secretly desperately sad. His brain feels like a sieve as he tries to grasp at memories of his friends regaling him with their escapades, snatching at halves of sentences between laughter and drunken haze. As though by some miracle he could turn back time to stop it all.  “I don’t know your friends, Changbin. I very deliberately don’t know them or even who they might be.”  Her soft honesty and sadness cools him like an ocean breeze. She’s not meaning to, nothing in her words is particularly comforting, and yet he suddenly feels sorry.  “So you liked me?”  “Yes Changbin, pighead, I liked you.” She huffs shortly. Almost regretting mentioning the whole thing.  “We have terrible timing,” he jokes.  “Yeah?”  “I liked you too.”  Somehow his words have missed the mark. His words never miss the mark, he’s proud of his record. But here, with her, they do. She tosses back the last of her drink with a scowl, body physically there but mind elsewhere. It’s not anger or resentment that rolls off her aura, something much more mundane and yet damning. He doesn’t realizes he’s staring until she’s staring back at him, eyes glassy.

 They've touched before, of this Changbin is sure. Even today, even an hour earlier. He’s held her as she sobbed. They’d fallen asleep watching hours of dramas together. What his mind remembers his body has forgotten, the brush of her fingers skimming the grooves of his shoulders fluttering his already unsteady heart.  It’s the alcohol. It’s the loneliness. It’s the desperation. He fights so valiantly to contain it. Still, her tossing back the last of her drink and furrowing her brows makes him want to comfort her. Need to comfort her. Not just comfort, console. So he kisses her cheek. A polite peck with his arm encircling her shoulder.  She fixes his bangs, drooping into his eyes. “Are you okay?” Her voice an echo in his mind.  “No.”  She sniffs and smiles sadly. “Me either.”

 Like two stars spiraling into each other they collide. Wordlessly his arms encircle her waist, drawing her close as she straddles his hips, their lips locking together in a doomed embrace. They travel as one, up the stairs to the bedroom Changbin had laid claim to, stumbling and bumping their way, unwilling to part for fear that the other may have second thoughts.  He can barely keep himself together, rolling them into the hallway wall. Cock twitching, he could take her here, pressed into the wall. He knew he was strong enough, he could hold her weight easily. It was not how he envisioned it would be, roughly tangled against the plaster, and yet it was tempting. But god, he’d never held her like this, hard and sure in his arms, hips to hip, his thigh slotting easily between hers. Changbin can barely concentrate, the heat of her sex confusing his lesser head.  She can taste the indecision on his tongue, multitasking was never his strong suit. “Bin?” She whimpers.  “Yeah?”  “Bed?”  With a tap to her thigh he hoists her legs over his hips, carrying her over the threshold to the small room he’d always stayed in. Laying her carefully in the center of the queen bed, hovering over her, hair splaying like rays of a glittering crown. He can barely stand to look at her, glowing so brightly he felt dim in her presence. Lowering his lips to hers his fingers tremble as he delicately ventures under her shirt. Soft stomach, expanding and contracting with her labored breaths, he could stay here all night, all day, all week if she’d let him. Her skin is incredibly smooth, Changbin cringes, suddenly acutely aware of his rough hands. He opens his mouth to apologize but she take his lower lip lightly between her teeth she gently tugs with a moan and roll of her hips, erasing his previous intent.  Her own frantic fingers tug at his clothes which he is all too happy to assist her with. Anything to feel more of her. Anything for her.  “Fuck-Bin- what the fuck?”  He watches her hands tentatively pass the valley of his sternum. She looks beautiful even when she’s lost in thought. “Yeah?”  “You’ve gotten- can I?” Her hand withdraws suddenly aware that she’s been oogling him.  “Yeah. I like it.” Like it is an understatement. Even her hands are soft as she massages his body with wonder. She needs him, Changbin thinks to himself. It feels good to be needed. Needed, not just by anyone, he needs her to need him. He wants her to touch him every moment of every day. His cock throbs at the thought, moan spilling unintended from his lips.  She gasps with a pointed roll of her hips. “You feel so much bigger than I thought.”  “You thought about this?” He feels insane hearing her confess her dirty secret to him. His lips press to hers, almost bruising with enthusiasm.  “I did too.” Heart fluttering as the words leave lungs he kisses down her neck to her collarbone, tugging her pants off. Her panties are already soaked, plain greenish blue cotton darkened at her core. For a second he hears static in his ears, envisioning himself throwing her legs over his shoulders and letting his tongue do the talking. He’s practically drooling as her knees knock together, obscuring his view as he pulls his own pants off and tosses them carelessly to the floor.  Her eyes go wide, “oh shit.”  Changbin’s stomach drops, something must be wrong. Following her gaze, he looks down at himself with her. He’d not considered himself particularly endowed but now, poised over her cunt, the thickness of his cock seems almost unfair. “Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you out nice and careful.” His hand hovers, not daring to touch her most private area, yet.  “I trust you,” she says simply, tugging at his forearm.  Cautiously he dips his middle finger between her folds. “You’re so wet.” He’s matter-of-fact and proud. “For me?”  “Yeah…” She blushes.  Her hole flutters as he circles the entrance, teasing her slowly until she’s beside herself. Hips stuttering as her walls clench on nothing, begging for his hand to falter. Changbin smirks, unable to contain his cockiness as he leans forward to kiss her breast. How many times had her pert nipples crossed his mind and now to have them in front of him, all for him? How could he not lavish them in kisses, especially when each peck garnered a soft pleased sigh from her? His attention shifts completely, letting her grind against his throbbing cock as he takes his time, tongue flicking over one nipple as his hand works the other. The pinpricks of pain from her nails digging slightly in to his lower back tingle and spread waves of lust. Her gasps in his ears, the steady pressure of her needy cunt as she uses him, it’s all he ever wanted.  “Gonna cum just from this?” He pauses, sitting back to admire her again; how her mouth hangs, lips plump and curled upwards in pleasure.  “Binnie,” she whines and wriggles her hips, searching for the lost pressure. “You’re so mean!” Her nose scrunches with her smile and exasperated half laugh.

 Her sheer cuteness tugs at his loud and brash side. With a smile he growls, pushing his digits into her with ease. Her expression opens into a relieved ‘o’ as he sinks as deeply as his fingers allow. His thumb traces a circle around her clit as she bites back a whine. “I need to hear you,” he mumbles quietly.  “Do that again.”  He obliges, circling again, and again, winding up in front of him, for him. Her moans are beautiful, a symphony composed for only to be heard in this moment. They put his works to shame and spurs him forward, competitive drive taking over. “If I can make her sound like this, if I can make her cum like this, if I can have her fall apart like this-” he dares not approach the conclusion of his thoughts. Arm locked, fingers crooked, and palm pressed firmly to her clit he drives his hand up and down into her g-spot over and over. Wet squelches fill the background over her punctuated squeals, hips rolling with him, thighs shaking. Both of them panting as she releases, warm against his palm, crying out his name.  Changbin barely breaths. “Fuck, you sound so pretty.”  “Binnie,” she murmurs, tired pleased smile creeping across her lips.  “Beautiful?”  “I’m sorry-”  She only half starts her sentence before Changbin jumps in, “sorry? for what?”  “The bed.”  “Fuck the bed, we have more. You’re perfect.”  To his surprise she sits up, pulling his hips towards her, trapping him between her thighs. For a second he thinks she might touch him, wrap her fingers around his angry leaking cock, so lewdly pointed at her. If she touches him he might explode before even getting a chance.  “I shouldn’t,” she says as she looks up at him with blown out eyes.  “We shouldn’t.” He agrees, heart pounding out of his chest. Did he fuck it up? Did he miss his chance? Brain buzzing with anxious thoughts he doesn’t even notice how hard he is panting.  “I want-I need- Binnie don’t make me say it.” She pleads.  “You want me to fuck you?” He can feel the words catching on his nerves as he says them.  She nods, lips pressed in a line determined line.  How could he say no to her? Finally stars aligning for them just for one moment, for one freak accident. He’d followed the path forward, not misbehaving, being a model individual. An idol. No one would know, no one could know. It was a perfect situation.

 Sealed with a kiss he lays her back down, arms caging her in as his cock presses to her entrance. Taking a deep breath he pushes forward, even with all the preparation he’s done she’s tight around him.  As he eases into her, she whimpers into his shoulder, walls clamping around him suddenly.  “Painful?” He’s sweating from the heat of her and yet she clings to him needily.  “No but-so much.”  “Breathe, you can do it, you can take it.” Changbin earnestly whispers, forehead buried in her hair. It’s easy for him to encourage her, natural. Hand snaking between them to brush against her swollen clit, secretly to confirm how tight she was around him. “You’re so good. Just a little more.”  Her eyebrows knit as he presses further in, fingers leaving crescents in his shoulder blades. Changbin doesn’t mind, the pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure of her cunt, dulling his reaction. He grunts, pulling slightly back for the final push. “One last push, okay? You with me? You can do it.”  With a whimper and a nod, she reassures him, preparing with a full inhale. Her exhale sounds more like a strangled cry, body shaking and cunt spasming around him.  With a relieved groan their hips meet, hers rocking slowly to seat him fully inside of her. “I did it.” Her eyes aren’t focused, voice drifting dreamily through his brain, her hands grasping at his back.  “You did. You’re so good.” Changbin has to close his eyes, pouring focus into not cumming immediately. The walls of her cunt pulse around him, adjusting slowly to his girth. Her hips move first under him, rocking and wiggling, light breathy moans subconsciously escaping from her. His heart seizes, focus shifting. “Gonna make you cum on my cock.”   “Ooh shit Bin, that’s hot.” Her eyes roll and flutter as she carefully works herself on him.   Planting his arms into the mattress he lifts himself just barely off of her, slow controlled strokes roll fluidly from his hips. Hours, days, years of practicing and training put to use in its fullest capacity, though not for what it was intended.  He grits his teeth, watching her body respond in kind, eagerly joining him in bouncing and rolling. Every percussive hit of his hips causes a ripple, a moan, a gasp.   “Binnie,” she warbles, eyes squeezed shut. Her walls mimic her scrunched expression, bearing down on him. She’s so warm around him and wet and so much more than his imagination could’ve conjured.   “Gonna, cum-” he grunts. “Where? Where do you want-”   "Inside," she gasps between curses. "Just-do it inside me."

 Her gentle request and tight grasp turn him feral. Gathering her torso in his arms he lifts her ever so slightly from the bed. Touches being only skin deep isn't enough, he wants to feel her in his bones, let her moans reverberate and rearrange the cells in the marrow and turn him into a new man.  Slamming as deeply as he can into her he lets out a gross choked back needy whine, body clenching and holding her as his eyes roll back in his head. His hips push up and deeper, filled with animalistic need, unwilling to separate even for a second. The force of his climax empties his lungs of breath momentarily, blood rushing in his ears so loudly it almost drowns out her small pleading "I love you".   Carefully Changbin lets her down back to the mattress, keeping himself inside. He doesn't dare kiss her lips again, instead smothering her neck and shoulder in tiny pecks as they pant and sweat in the afterglow. They know they should move, but the air is cool and their shared heat keeps them bundled together.   Arms wrapped up and across his back, her voice is sudden and stern, "we can literally never do this again. I'm married."   "I'm an idol," Changbin brushes off the comment easily. Matters of the outside world still distant in his mind, only vaguely remembering why he shouldn't have done it in the first place.   "Never again," she scolds like an elementary school teacher would a child asking for more dessert.   "So let me hold you longer. Please."

 Changbin doesn't sleep. He can't. Half petrified that she'll sneak off in the middle of the night and half busy memorizing the shape of their bodies together. His bones refuse to forget this, the bend in her knees where the back of her legs and his meet, how her back presses gently against his chest as she breathes slowly and deeply. The light and shadows of their outlines in the bedsheets change as the sun rises, casting them in an array of pinks and purples. It would be beautiful if it wasn't so sad.  He doesn't even realize how hard he's holding her until her finger tips brush his arm.  "You okay honey?" She mumbles in mostly sleep.  "Bad dream," Changbin fakes the low rumble of a rested voice. He wants honey to be him, the only person she thinks of even in half consciousness, but he can't shake the ambiguity of it.  She knocks him to his back, slinging a leg over his thigh and arm around his waist, using his pec as a pillow. Settling snugly into his side she sighs happily.  "Go back to sleep, I'm right here." She subconsciously pets his stomach. "Just sleep."

 They're packed and ready, hardly a word shared between them, brunch to be had at a small cafe that Changbin knew the owner of. It was their one moment to have out, the two of them.  "Phone," she mutters, extending her hand to him. Changbin hands over his phone easily to her, no secret to dark for him to worry about exposing to her. With a stony expression she deletes her contact and adds the now almost foreign looking string of numbers to his egregiously long blocked list.  His appetite is lost, stomach falling to the floor. "I'll find you again. I can find you again. You think that this can stop it?"  Biting down on her lower lip her tone wavers as she hands the phone back. "It's for me. If I block you on my phone, it's too easy." She tries to climb into the car, but Changbin blocks her.  "Why?" He demands, hand on the passenger door handle.  "Because I'm married. Because I love him. Because I love you. Because I don't know what I'll do tomorrow when I figure out that I can't live without you. Because this is our best shot at returning to our normal lives."  "I don't want to-"  She smooths the arms of his sweater down over his elbows, fixing the cuffs gently over his watch, shifting him from his position with ease. "Shh, you do. You just don't know it yet."  "I don't have to be an idol. I could just be a producer-" he bargains as she opens the door, stepping a foot in.  "Do you hear yourself?" She smiles sadly, "it's even how you talk about it. You could never just be a producer Binnie - you were born for this, you trained for this, you love it. If you blow this all up for me I'll never forgive myself."  His body stiffens. "When this all dies down, when folks are cycling through the military, I'll come back. I'll steal you away. I promise." He's stubborn. Resolute. "I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you away if I have to."  "What makes you think it will die down? What makes you so sure?"  "It has to. That's how things work in my industry, in real life too. Things slow down." Changbin mutters. Tone tense and desperate. Wishes hanging in the air by a microscopically thin thread.  "And I'll be an older woman by then, maybe with kids, maybe not. You sure you'd want to wait for that when you could have some young thing on your arm?" She sits regally in the passenger seat.  Changbin wants to say he's not like that but she knows. She knows he isn't. That's why it stings him, burns his brain. Her words sit in his mind, ruminating, marinating, slugging around in a slurry coating over his every thought, boiling down to a salty burnt paste.

 There's no one else in the restaurant except for his friend, the chef. They sit, just the two of them at a small counter in the back while he cooks, back to them. She happily chats away while Changbin sits despondent, staring into dark blackish-brown depths of his iced Americano. He can't look at her. He can't look at her for fear tears will start and he'll be unable to stop them. He can't look at her because there is no lie he could spin convincingly enough to cover for them in front of his friend.  "You okay Changbin? You're quiet!"  She laughs, "I think he's hungry! It's the only time I see him quiet."  Changbin marvels, she lies so easily for him. Has she always been this comfortable lying? "Yeah, that. You know. Just hungry." Staring at the condensation dropping steadily to the coaster he can see her. Millions of her reflect upside down in each droplet. Each individual reflection is too small, hiding her expression in the prismatic multitudes of the water. He wipes the glass with his hand. It isn’t for him to deal with.

 Changbin’s friend presents two plates to them. Loaded with traditional American breakfast faire. A special treat, from his time training at the French culinary school. His friend had obsessed over Gordon Ramsey saying the test of a great chef was how they prepared their eggs. In turn this obsession became a specialty.   Each bite of food tastes like nothing to Changbin. Eggs, fluffy and loaded with creme fraiche, are reduced to clumpy wet protein lumps. Steaming wholegrain sourdough feels like sandpaper on his tongue. Even the grapes, ripe and firm, feel slimy and rough in his mouth.  "Oh! I need to bring my husband here!" She exclaims, covering her stuffed mouth with her hand. "Your eggs are perfect!"  "If you hadn't said you were married I'd offer to make it in the mornings for you," his chef friend replies flirtily. "Real shame, could've had perfect eggs every morning for the rest of your life.“  "Well had I'd known you sooner!"  Changbin busies himself disguising how little of the food he's actually eaten. Cutting and mashing and tucking bits away, picking at what he can. Anything to distract him. He smiles in the direction of his friend, eyes unable to focus clearly on him. Maybe that smile is enough to trick him. Maybe her almost shrill enthusiasm is enough.   The plate in front of him feels like his own personal hell specifically crafted to torture him for his lapse in judgement. Take something he loves so dearly and let the weight of his decisions sink it down into his stomach like a heavy stone. Gluttony and greed, thinking he could have it all, thinking he could get away with it so easily.   ”Changbin?”   He snaps back to the real work, fork halfway to his mouth, corners tinged with the faintest of frowns. ”Yeah?”   “You’re just quiet, wanted to make sure it was up to par!”   She laughs again, “Oh you know him, bad at multitasking.” Her hand reaches out to pat him while her shoe nudges his shin beneath the table.   “Right,” he tries to laugh, “just got a little lost in the whole experience. It’s so wonderful and relaxing. I didn’t know I was this tired of boiled chicken breast for every meal!”   “Well you know, you can make slight adjustments to this recipe-” his friend goes on and on as she nods encouragingly along to every word. Her head bobs like the ball at the top of the animated sing alongs kids watch. He can’t do it. Not after last night. He shoves what he can muster into his mouth and excuses himself.

 “Another car will-”   “-be right after to pick me up. I know, Mr. Hotshot international superstar.” Changbin picks her small luggage out of the boot of the car, slamming the trunk closed forcefully. “I’m sorry.”   She stands the appropriate amount of space away. Carefully measured to looks as professional and cordial as possible. Distant enough to show respect but close enough to not look awkward. “Please don’t say that Binnie. You don’t need to be sorry. Not to me anyway.”   His lip quivers. He presses his lips together in a thin line to hide it, gluing his mouth shut.   “No one is to blame. It’s not us, it’s-” she sighs and gestures, “it’s everything. What we were. What we had. That’s all we can be in this lifetime. And even knowing this was how it would have to be, I’d do it all over again, Changbin.”  He sniffs and clears his throat. The burn of impending tears grasps him from his chest to his neck. If he could just relax and hide the held sobs, he could get through it.   “Bin? Binnie? Changbin?”   If only he’d been recording then to capture her. He nods his head. When would he ever hear her again? Would he ever hear her again? All the old voice notes she’d sent. Insane ramblings, tearful joyful shouts, slurred drunken babbling. Would he eventually forget how she sounded?   “Thank you. I love you.” She lays her hand on his, still resting on the trunk as the car pulls up behind them to take her to her home to await the return of her husband. The inconspicuous navy sedan’s boot opens expectantly.

 “Goodbye Changbin!” She waves cheerfully, unaffected as he stares at the road. The sound of the door slamming shut rattling his bones.   “I love you,” he whispers to the air. “I’ve always loved you. And will always.”

 Changbin sits in the drivers seat and stares out to the road he’s expected to follow back to his dorm. He knows the path, the gps is on despite this. He can’t think about the alternate routes right now. And still he does, sitting paralyzed in park. Eventually a neighbor knocks on his window, asking if he’s lost. He isn’t lost. He knows the road he needs to take. He just needs a minute to rest. Just for a second.

Sorry binnie for hurting yyouuuuuuu. Happy kcon you filthy animals.

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[peppermintbubble]

I did the Six Fanarts challenge! Each of these is a mixed media sketch drawn on scrap pieces of paper. A huge thank you to everyone who suggested characters! 🥹 I definitely want to do more stuff like this in the future again, when I have time! Characters in order are:

Chibi Chibi / Sailor Moon / suggested by Leye on Discord

Hobgoblin / The Moomins / suggested by Jamiroth95 on Twitter

Ty the Tasmanian Tiger / suggested by cyanideserket on Twitter

Sam Vimes / Discworld / suggested by my mom 🥹

Glitch / Metal Arms / suggested by @dawndasshu

Cadence / Crypt of the Necrodancer / suggested by @theluigiguy

(Lastly, you can commission mixed media fullbody sketches similar to these on my Ko-fi!)

#six fanarts #sailor moon #the moomins #ty the tasmanian tiger #discworld #metal arms #crypt of the necrodancer #chibi chibi #sam vimes #cadence #sketches #mixed media #pep art

[the-fiction-witch]

Brandon!

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Brandon Stark Couple - Bran X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Smut Word Count - 595

Bran walked slowly and carefully through the halls of Winterfell. As he walked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for the many people who had walked these halls before him. The shadows and ghosts of those who had passed on seemed to fill the air around him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity.

As he continued through the halls, Bran saw many faces he recognized from the statues in the crypts.

Out of curiosity, Bran continued to walk, and as he did, time seemed to rush forward. He saw glimpses of the future, flashes of scenes and events that would one day take place in these very halls.

Finally, Bran arrived at his chamber, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, eager to see what the future held 

However, as soon as he entered the room, Bran was taken aback by what he saw. The sight before him was not at all what he had expected, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and foreboding.. 

He stopped short as he saw his chamber, the fire burning with the light flickering and letting shadows dance, The bed was a mess, and Y/n lay on the bed on her back. 

She laid on her back, her head thrown back, her feet up on the bed, her knees apart, her hands gripping the sheets, she moaned and squealed. 

A dark-haired man laid between her legs, kissing and licking her clit, one hand on her thigh the other inside her moving fast and hard back inside her. 

Immediately Bran felt jealous, at the idea of another man between her legs made his blood boil and he was filled with rage. But his rage was very quickly Quelled, 

she tossed her head back again and moaned. "Brandon!" 

He smirked a little moving closer and took the time to really look and enjoy the sight, he of course had never seen their intimate time from such an angle, and he enjoyed it. He loved watching her reach to his work, He almost felt like climbing into bed and getting to kiss and play with her breasts while his future self still worked on her. 

But he stayed back and watched until he watched her reach her orgasm her face went red, her body trembling, and she screamed as she gripped the sheets tighter and collapsed on the bed. 

The future bran pulled back and smirked down at her, "Happy my sweet?"

"Very happy Bran..."

"Shall we... continue?"

"Mhm," she nodded helping the future version of him to lay in the bed so she could climb on top of him, "Ughhh! Bran!" she squealed, 

"Bran? Bran!" Y/n's voice asked,

Bran shook out of his visions of the future and found himself in his chambers on the bed by the fire, seeing Y/n standing over the bed in her usual dress. "Hi Y/n,"

"Hello Brandon, having fun running around the past and future?" 

"Very much fun," He nodded,

"Glad you were enjoying it, but it's dinner time," she told him,

"Is it now," He smirked, "How about you lay down and let me eat then?"

"Brandon!" she chuckled, "You dirty boy!"

"You love it," he smirked pulling her down for a kiss,

She chuckled and kissed him back, "After dinner." She told him,

"Awww? Making me wait?"

"You can manipulate time you never have to wait for anything," 

"I still don't like waiting,"

"Fine," she rolled her eyes, "what first?"

"On your back, with your knees up. I have a real fun idea." 

#bran #bransmut #branstarksmut #branstarkimagine #bran stark imagine #game of thrones bran #brandon stark #bran stark #brandon #game of thrones fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones stark #gameofthrones #game of thrones

[spaceintruderdetector]

https://archive.org/details/9bdf38ca-95fd-4cf4-adf6-ed26e97cf213

With George Lucas’s Star Wars we entered the borderlands of the fantasy and science fiction genres, a zone resulting from and staggering a contest, which Tolkien inaugurated in the 1930s. The history of this contested borderland marks changes that arose in expectation of what the new media held in store, changes realized (but outside the box of what had been projected) upon the arrival of the unanticipated digital relation, which at last seemed to award the fantasy genre the contest prize. Freud’s notion of the Zeitmarke (datemark), the indelible impress of the present moment that triggered the daydream that denies it, already introduced the import of fantasy's historicization. Science fiction won a second prize that keeps it in the running. No longer bound to projecting the future, the former calling which in light of digitization it flunked, science fiction becomes allegorical and reading in the ruins of its failed predictions illuminates all the date marks and crypts hiding out in the borderlands it traverses with fantasy. To motivate the import of an evolving science fiction genre, Critique of Fantasy makes Gotthard Günther's reflections in the 1950s on American science fiction – as heralding a new metaphysics and a new planetary going on interstellar civilization – a mainstay of its cultural anthropology with B-genres.

#science fiction literature #science fiction #sf #fantasy literature #fantasy #literary theory

[comfyspookyburrito]

Blog update End of September 2023

Hey everyone and maybe even newcomers to my tumblr blog!

Usually every few months I post a status update of anything and everything I've been doing as time goes by the time that we cannot control.

Let me start off by saying that as of writing this, I'm tired so I won't have much energy and need to sleep.

First, I will confess that I have been on a procrastination vacation. Things in real life right now have been affecting my mood to live stream and produce content efficiently, however I have been very happy this whole time. I am starting to finally work more, i had too much free time on my hands and spent all of them playing genshin impact and other new games that have recently come out.

I am sorry in advance for not posting any new content, sharing my smash ultimate custom content, or even keeping everyone up to tabs on my hobby life. The truth is that I am lazy and wanted to spend more of my time relaxing and doing stupid things like neglecting my health and time to have fun playing video games.

Thing is, a long time ago I've been working nonstop on content and live streams, artwork, the usual.

While that made me extremely happy at the time, years later I finally went back on what I've missed out on.

Soon I will return with more health and self care, more content shortly will return, and I'll be back for real like I did for all these years.

There's two more things I want to address for this update life of mine.

A brand new 2D metroidvania platformer called Nyaruru Fishy Fight has popped up to me on steam. This game has a style similar to Rabi Ribi, rabi ribi is one of my favorite indie games of all time. So it has to be good!

This game is fantastic! Very fun, adorable, and I admit almost as perfect as rabi ribi!

Nyaruru is actually a sequel to a different game called Nyakori's Rabbit Doll.

In that game, you navigate and try to survive in a top down puzzle game like in those horror rpg games. The typical second game sequel that changes an entire genre.

If you enjoyed rabi ribi's story and slightly even remotely care about the story of nyaruru before playing either game, it would be a good idea to get both of them.

As for the whether you should play the first or second game, that's up to you. I played the second game first and only played the original game and it's dlc afterward. But both nyakori's dlc chapter, and nyaruru's story is sooo....good. So damn good I feel emotional about it.

I love nyaruru and want to play that game again a lot. And it's actually shorter than rabi ribi too!

The last thing for me to talk about is that I still plan to procrastinate until I have finished and completed a few things that are very important to me and will a strong impression of my channel themes and stance as a whole.

I have to finished a lot of animations I am sure many people will enjoy, afterward I might try to compose a theme song for them when I get tired of using different franchise video game songs, sonic, mario, ect.

Some new artwork thumbnails, a 4k youtube social media wallpaper banner, some additional artwork to push myself towards future content creation.

And another update to Crypt of the Literature Club Expanded and Enhanced steam workshop mod for crypt of the necrodancer! This update will include visual polish fixes to many sprites such as UI, statue's, player sprites, items, and more to a cute apealing artstyle. that update will also include the finished bestiary displays of the characters, and a classic style skin return from the original mod before it was removed.

And that's it! That's everything I wanted to talk about today. I might share another tumblr update blog around fall or winter. I always appreciate everyone who willingly stuck around! I care about all of my viewers and participants regardless.

TLDR; Sorry for slacking off the past few months, will return soon, go check out nyaruru's fishy fight, and lastly I've got more exciting content in store for you all when I return! Thank you for reading.

#spookyburrito #blog post #status update #hey guys #tumblr #blog #nyaruru fishy fight #nyakori's rabbit doll #go check those games out though #i need to go to sleep #yeah

[chorusfm]

Albums in Stores – Sep 29th, 2023

If you hit read more you can see all the releases we have in our calendar for the week. Hit the comments to access our forums and talk about what came out today, what albums you picked up, and to make mention of anything we may have missed. ’68 – Yes, And…311 – Music (30th Anniversary Edition)Andrew Cushin – Waiting For The RainAnimal Collective – Isn’t It Now?discussArmand Hammer – We Buy Diabetic Test StripsAsinhell – Impii HoraAtena – Subway AnthemBEAR – VantaBVDLVD – AbsenceBlack Stone Cherry – Screamin’ At The SkyBlackbriar – A Dark EuphonyBlodet – Death MotherBlonde Redhead – Sit Down For DinnerBlood Command – World DominationBroken Vow – AnthropoceneCaged – From Roving About The EarthCherry Glazerr – I Don’t Want You AnymoreCode Orange – The AbovediscussCollapse Under The Empire – RecurringDatarock – Media Consumption PyramidDel Water Gap – I Miss You Already + I Haven’t Left YetDessa – Bury the LedediscussDiamond Dogs – The Hardest Nut To CrackDictator Ship – Electric JihadDisguised Malignance – Entering The GatewaysEd Sheeran – Autumn VariationsEquipment – Alt. AccountFearing – DestroyerFilth Is Eternal – Find OutFriendship Commanders – MassGraveyard – 6Green Day – Dookie (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)Grove Street – The Path To RighteousnessGunship – UnicornHAIM – Days Are Gone (10th Anniversary Edition)Harm’s Way – Common SufferingHaunt The Woods – UbiquityHeavy Lungs – All Gas No BrakesHeavy Water – Dreams Of YesterdayHelve – To Be ForgottenHoneytalks – There’s Hope In HopelessHopesfall – The Satellite Years (2.0)Iron Altar – PrometheanJorja Smith – Falling Or FlyingJorja Smith – falling or flyingKK’s Priest – The Sinner Rides AgainKing Nun – LambKoyo – Would You Miss It?Kylie Minogue – TensionLATEWAVES – LATEWAVESLP – Love LinesLa Force – XO SkeletonMaggot Heart – HungerMeet Me @ The Altar – Past // Present // Future (Deluxe Edition)Miley Cyrus – Bangerz (10th Anniversary Edition)Molly Burch – DaydreamerNation of Language – Strange DiscipleNature Morte – OddityNervosa – JailbreakNik Nocturnal – How To Metal, Vol. 2Nova Cascade – The NavigatorOf Virtue – OmenOliver Tree – Alone In A CrowdOneohtrix Point Never – AgainPEACH – PEACHPleiades – Affinity WithPrimordial – How It EndsPulses – It Wasn’t Supposed To Be Like ThisRandom Hand – Random HandRed – Rated RSatanic Tea Co – A Celestial BeatingSemprus – A Fractured RealitySiM – PlaydeadSky Empire – The Shifting Tectonic Plates Of Power – Part OneSleep Theory – Paper HeartsSleeping With Sirens – Complete Collapse (Deluxe Edition)Slow Pulp – YardTaproot – SC\SSRSTeenage Fanclub – Nothing Lasts ForeverTermina – Soul ElegyThe Hirsch Effekt – UrianThe Neighbourhood – I Love You (10th Anniversary Edition)The Sound Of Things Falling – Sceneries IIWilco – CousindiscussWill Butler + Sister Squares – Will Butler + Sister SquaresWoe – Legacies Of FrailtyWolves In The Throne Room – Crypt Of Ancestral Knowledgephem – summer 23Laurel Halo – Atlas --- Thanks to helloiamzach for providing additional contributions to this week’s list. You can check out and support his weekly music podcast It’s Not A Phase or follow him on his socials. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/albums-in-stores-today/albums-in-stores-sep-29th-2023/

[processandenquiryrhianna]

Projections onto Thermal Blanket

To explore how else to use this material, I pinned it up onto the wall in front of a carousel film projector. This was relatively effective, mostly with darker more opaque images, the lesser opaque the less the imagery would show up onto the material. I experimented with both the gold and silver side, of which I think the silver was best. The gold and silver reminded me of wealth and prosperity, the rich colour contrast with the sparkling light reflections are beautiful. I chose slides (not manipulated by me) of which I thought would compliment these qualities within the blanket as not only a base, but a part of the piece.

1) ‘London Transport’ sign, signifying the privilege of having fast, semi-reliable transport at or disposal. Not all countries have this luxury, and although it isn’t always the cleanest or most reliable, you’d find this is commonly the public fault mixed with the lack of funding. This sign is quite symbolic, being used within movies, comic books, media in general. The silver also reminds me of the materials used, not as luxurious as silver, but the metal can have similar sheen when new products are released.

2) Priests writing scriptures. The gold side made me think of the importance of the repetitive decoration of gold within original scriptures. One of the reasons for this usage was to amplify the holiness of their god, heavily inferring the importance and seriousness of the words written. The colour came out rich, as I was hoping it would do, the white sparkles compliment the gold nature of the projection nicely. The square pattern within the blanket (due to it being folded for a long period of time), I think goes well with the meaning of the picture slide. God’s are believed to be methodical and full of intent, for example the phrase “god’s plan” is commonly used to excuse when something in our life doesn’t go to OUR plan, since it may go to their God’s. Therefore, insinuating the nature of organisation within plans, just like the symmetrical squares.

3) A car, a privilege not everyone can afford. I believe this is something we can take for granted, as well as overhype. To explain, we have built a world where driving is her essential to make it anywhere. Roads can feel more common than safe, accessible sidewalks. Driving so young at 16, being gifted a car, even though you family already has 1/2, a luxury I think can be forgotten often. We build up the hype of personal vehicles, despite the negligence of the alternative; cheaper, more economically friendly, public transport. Why do we need so many cars? Does one per family not suffice? Is needed, or is it another ego-fuelled attempt to flaunt wealth? We grow deep attachments to these monsters, understandably because of the investment we throw into them. When doe this attachment become toxic though? When we have more cars than we have space? When we stop taking care of the old and cherish the new, till the future new comes in? This slide of the car is projected onto the silver side, to compliment the silver details of the car within the photographed advert. The car is not as clear as I would like it, however this could help bring into audience, making them use their brains to decipher what they see, rather than to simply ‘view’.

4) A child in their playroom. Toys, having a room to indulge, a private area to imagine, are all aspects for optimal growth. Not everyone is lucky to have these, and yet they still grow. We begin attachments at a young age, are they worth their power? The toy we were gifted as a baby, we kept till crypt, beside comfort, what is the use? Why have it? Why not? The silver background provides a more cold vibe to the original image of the fun playtime colours. It’s not the easiest to see, such as the memories we try to recall of our childhood as we grow. Those precious moments, fading with age, as we do ourselves. How does this importance rank on the world’s list of significance?

[ghostcultmagazine]

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[visuallanguagerhianna]

Projections onto Thermal Blanket

To explore how else to use this material, I pinned it up onto the wall in front of a carousel film projector. This was relatively effective, mostly with darker more opaque images, the lesser opaque the less the imagery would show up onto the material. I experimented with both the gold and silver side, of which I think the silver was best. The gold and silver reminded me of wealth and prosperity, the rich colour contrast with the sparkling light reflections are beautiful. I chose slides (not manipulated by me) of which I thought would compliment these qualities within the blanket as not only a base, but a part of the piece.

1) ‘London Transport’ sign, signifying the privilege of having fast, semi-reliable transport at or disposal. Not all countries have this luxury, and although it isn’t always the cleanest or most reliable, you’d find this is commonly the public fault mixed with the lack of funding. This sign is quite symbolic, being used within movies, comic books, media in general. The silver also reminds me of the materials used, not as luxurious as silver, but the metal can have similar sheen when new products are released.

2) Priests writing scriptures. The gold side made me think of the importance of the repetitive decoration of gold within original scriptures. One of the reasons for this usage was to amplify the holiness of their god, heavily inferring the importance and seriousness of the words written. The colour came out rich, as I was hoping it would do, the white sparkles compliment the gold nature of the projection nicely. The square pattern within the blanket (due to it being folded for a long period of time), I think goes well with the meaning of the picture slide. God’s are believed to be methodical and full of intent, for example the phrase “god’s plan” is commonly used to excuse when something in our life doesn’t go to OUR plan, since it may go to their God’s. Therefore, insinuating the nature of organisation within plans, just like the symmetrical squares.

3) A car, a privilege not everyone can afford. I believe this is something we can take for granted, as well as overhype. To explain, we have built a world where driving is her essential to make it anywhere. Roads can feel more common than safe, accessible sidewalks. Driving so young at 16, being gifted a car, even though you family already has 1/2, a luxury I think can be forgotten often. We build up the hype of personal vehicles, despite the negligence of the alternative; cheaper, more economically friendly, public transport. Why do we need so many cars? Does one per family not suffice? Is needed, or is it another ego-fuelled attempt to flaunt wealth? We grow deep attachments to these monsters, understandably because of the investment we throw into them. When doe this attachment become toxic though? When we have more cars than we have space? When we stop taking care of the old and cherish the new, till the future new comes in? This slide of the car is projected onto the silver side, to compliment the silver details of the car within the photographed advert. The car is not as clear as I would like it, however this could help bring into audience, making them use their brains to decipher what they see, rather than to simply ‘view’.

4) A child in their playroom. Toys, having a room to indulge, a private area to imagine, are all aspects for optimal growth. Not everyone is lucky to have these, and yet they still grow. We begin attachments at a young age, are they worth their power? The toy we were gifted as a baby, we kept till crypt, beside comfort, what is the use? Why have it? Why not? The silver background provides a more cold vibe to the original image of the fun playtime colours. It’s not the easiest to see, such as the memories we try to recall of our childhood as we grow. Those precious moments, fading with age, as we do ourselves. How does this importance rank on the world’s list of significance?

[mimosavacuum3]

The Lost Bitcoins: A haunting NFT tribute to the unmoved 1,826,206 Bitcoins

Can you imagine leaving $80,000,000,000 to decay in a wallet? 10,963 bitcoin wallets have remained stagnant for more than a decade, representing a ghastly 1,826,206 BTC left for dead. The Lost Bitcoins is a tribute to all that lost currency, more than $80 billion entombed, likely forever. How these bitcoins met their demise is anyone’s guess: lost passwords, dusty dust-bins, or even hard drives tossed into the heaps of a landfill. While these coins may be lost, they will never be forgotten, and their final resting place will be in the metaverse. Somewhere where Cryptocurrency can all pay tribute forever more. But beware… if the tombs are disturbed, spirits have been known to escape… As you walk through the graveyard, you’ll encounter Satoshi’s Grand Tomb, a towering Taj Mahal structure that looms over the misty grounds, really putting the crypt in crypto. This is where virtual pilgrimages are made, to pay tribute to the Bitcoin visionary, his palace filled with relics and memes of Bitcoin’s past, present and future You’ll find the NFT gravestones representing each of the 10,963 OG wallets in the Lost Bitcoins cemetery, representing over 1.8 million BTC. The chilling NFT collection is multi-tiered, each tier representing a wallet of different size. Tombstones 50–99BTC Obelisks 100–999BTC Mausoleums — 1,000BTC-31,000BTC Satoshis Grand Tomb — 1,124,600BTC The Curse of the Lost Bitcoin… Heed this warning: Should any bitcoin be moved or disturbed in these forgotten wallets, the spirits will grow restless… Legends say that the NFT holder of any disturbed gravesite will be automatically notified by the cryptokeeper to burn their NFT and mint a Bitcoin Ghost NFT. We may never learn the secrets of the Bitcoin Ghosts NFT, as minting one is extraordinarily rare. Roadmap: The Graveyard Grows… There are many secrets lost in the cemetery waiting to be discovered. As the utilities and future are built, the community and ecosystem will grow. Here’s what we’ve unearthed so far… Activate Social Media (March 2022) Launch NFT Collection (May 2022)

Build the world’s first Bitcoin Meta Cemetery (August 2022) P2E Game Concept/ LOST Community Token Reveal (Halloween 2022 ) IRL Day of the Dead Party (November 2022) What the Future Holds Exciting discussions are underway with The Sandbox for land acquisition and development partnerships. We aim to have the world’s first bitcoin meta cemetery built and operational this summer. As the user base grows, we will host events on site and have tours of the grand tomb We are exploring DAO opportunities and are working hard on a tokenomics outline foa a community token to present you all soon. NFT Holders will continue to receive more and more benefits over time including airdrops, allow lists, P2E reward bonuses, no-loss lottery’s and much more! The Graveyard Calls All! Whether you’re an OG HODLer, an NFT newbie, or someone in between: the graveyard calls you. The Lost Bitcoins pays respect to those that believed in magic internet money before it was cool. Join us as we get ready to break ground and erect headstones. Together we can accomplish so much, and we look forward to growing the community and utility over the next few years. Our Time is Running Out… There is more to discuss as we approach launch, but hopefully this gives those interested a peak inside the immense amount of forethought that has been considered when building this project. We are not aiming to be “the next Bored Ape” project. We want to move the needle forward, give NFTs utility and have fun for the betterment of the NFT industry as stewards setting an example as to what is achievable when hard work and passion are put above marketing, advertising, and momentum. Our whitelist is open! Join our discord. Once you join the discord, you’ll get up to date information about the mint date. The price of the mint has been set to 0.09 ETH + gas per gravestone. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to us on Twitter.

#NFT NFTs Crypto Cryptocurrency Cryptohistory Bitcoin Bitcoin Wallets Chainalysis P2E P2E Games Games Community Community Token

[gasriddle73]

The Lost Bitcoins: A haunting NFT tribute to the unmoved 1,826,206 Bitcoins

Can you imagine leaving $80,000,000,000 to decay in a wallet? 10,963 bitcoin wallets have remained stagnant for more than a decade, representing a ghastly 1,826,206 BTC left for dead. The Lost Bitcoins is a tribute to all that lost currency, more than $80 billion entombed, likely forever. How these bitcoins met their demise is anyone’s guess: lost passwords, dusty dust-bins, or even hard drives tossed into the heaps of a landfill. While these coins may be lost, they will never be forgotten, and their final resting place will be in the metaverse. Somewhere where we can all pay tribute forever more. But beware… if the tombs are disturbed, spirits have been known to escape… As you walk through the graveyard, you’ll encounter Satoshi’s Grand Tomb, a towering Taj Mahal structure that looms over the misty grounds, really putting the crypt in crypto. This is where virtual pilgrimages are made, to pay tribute to the Bitcoin visionary, his palace filled with relics and memes of Bitcoin’s past, present and future You’ll find the NFT gravestones representing each of the 10,963 OG wallets in the Lost Bitcoins cemetery, representing over 1.8 million BTC. The chilling NFT collection is multi-tiered, each tier representing a wallet of different size. Tombstones 50–99BTC Obelisks 100–999BTC Mausoleums — 1,000BTC-31,000BTC Satoshis Grand Tomb — 1,124,600BTC The Curse of the Lost Bitcoin… Heed this warning: Should any bitcoin be moved or disturbed in these forgotten wallets, the spirits will grow restless… Legends say that the NFT holder of any disturbed gravesite will be automatically notified by the cryptokeeper to burn their NFT and mint a Bitcoin Ghost NFT. We may never learn the secrets of the Bitcoin Ghosts NFT, as minting one is extraordinarily rare.

Roadmap: The Graveyard Grows… There are many secrets lost in the cemetery waiting to be discovered. As the utilities and future are built, the community and ecosystem will grow. Here’s what we’ve unearthed so far… Activate Social Media (March 2022) Launch NFT Collection (May 2022) Build the world’s first Bitcoin Meta Cemetery (August 2022) P2E Game Concept/ LOST Community Token Reveal (Halloween 2022 ) IRL Day of the Dead Party (November 2022) What the Future Holds Exciting discussions are underway with The Sandbox for land acquisition and development partnerships. We aim to have the world’s first bitcoin meta cemetery built and operational this summer. As the user base grows, we will host events on site and have tours of the grand tomb We are exploring DAO opportunities and are working hard on a tokenomics outline foa a community token to present you all soon. NFT Holders will continue to receive more and more benefits over time including airdrops, allow lists, P2E reward bonuses, no-loss lottery’s and much more! The Graveyard Calls All! Whether you’re an OG HODLer, an NFT newbie, or someone in between: the graveyard calls you. The Lost Bitcoins pays respect to those that believed in magic internet money before it was cool. Join us as we get ready to break ground and erect headstones. Together we can accomplish so much, and we look forward to growing the community and utility over the next few years. Our Time is Running Out… There is more to discuss as we approach launch, but hopefully this gives those interested a peak inside the immense amount of forethought that has been considered when building this project. We are not aiming to be “the next Bored Ape” project. We want to move the needle forward, give NFTs utility and have fun for the betterment of the NFT industry as stewards setting an example as to what is achievable when hard work and passion are put above marketing, advertising, and momentum.

Our whitelist is open! Join Cryptocurrency . Once you join the discord, you’ll get up to date information about the mint date. The price of the mint has been set to 0.09 ETH + gas per gravestone. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to us on Twitter.

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