#arcade monitor

[arcadebroke]

[tamara-kama]

Those are monitors meant for spectators but they also look like overly tall arcade cabinets... 😅🕹️💜

[n64retro]

[kaitowotd]

Kaito word of the Day: Monitor

That's not what the maimai preview monitor is for silly!

[secondbeatsongs]

I have a saw, and I'm not afraid to use it (woodworking affirmation)

[cledaydog]

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Poly's character sheet is now up on toyhouse!

You can also watch the speedpaint for his profile assets here! [[LINK]]

[swampthing07]

It is okay to kill mosquitoes

They doxxed you just so they could knaw on your flesh

[i2-xmf]

[np5enkidu]

desk

[dungeonbbq]

i'm a light-theme person at heart but every light theme is just like bright fucking white on even more bright fucking white. have some class and use an off-white or have a colored background for god's sake

[arcadebroke]

[tamara-kama]

JUDGE DREDD

MIDWAY 1993

(Captured at Galloping Ghost Arcade, Brookfield, IL, USA)

I love how in the unreleased Judge Dredd arcade game prototype by Midway a lady walks her miniature pet Goro.. haha.. 🤣🕹️💜

[quarterlifekitty]

I think Simon was the kind of child who got dropped off at arcades as a form of childcare. He wasn’t given any money or anything, so he hardly played any of the games— if he was lucky, he pick up something the some kid had to abandon when they were called to go home, or he’d find a stray token on the floor, or one of the older kids would buy him a round on something.

Simon’s childhood was a perfect Petri dish. Ripe for the development of all kinds of life-long fixations. When you have so little to look at with joy, you latch onto things. And like any unsupervised boy approaching adolescence in the arcade, he became transfixed by certain characters in a way he’d never been before.

He fell in love with Princess Daphne from Dragon’s Lair. He’d stare at the machine and wait to watch people play it, waiting to hear her voice saying “please, save me!” In that sparkly black leotard. It was like nothing he’d ever seen in his life. (He hadn’t yet cracked into seeing the Spice channel on black-box cable or found any stray magazines in the woods).

As an adult man, he forgot all about her. It wasn’t until he’d been dragged around by Soap for a drunken Halloween pub crawl that he remembered.

There you were, dressed to catch your death, black leotard, heels, gossamer cover, and a crown. Matching red lips and nails, too. He’d recognize that outfit anywhere. And suddenly he’s transfixed again. Like he’s back in the arcade looking for tokens on the sticky carpet in the dark, the bright cathode monitor with your image being the only illumination. And when he sees someone try to run a hand up your body in a way that makes your face twist, he can hear it in his head even if you don’t say it.

“Please, save me!”

[honeyscara]

Chapter 4

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After everything that happened earlier, the rest of the school day passed in a daze. You couldn’t stop replaying the scene—Seongje storming into that classroom like a force of nature, his anger, the way he didn’t even hesitate to defend you.

When the final bell rang, you packed up slowly, unsure of what to expect. But as you stepped out the school gates, he was already leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, waiting for you.

“You coming or what?” he asked with a casual tilt of his head.

You raised an eyebrow. “Coming where?”

He just smirked. “You’ll see.”

A short walk later, you found yourself in a dim, neon-lit underground gaming area—walls plastered with posters, the clatter of arcade machines and clicking of buttons echoing around. The glow from the monitors lit up Seongje’s face in flashes of color as he stepped inside like he owned the place.

You followed, half-curious, half-nervous. “You hang out here?”

“Sometimes,” he said, leading you to the back where a row of racing games stood. “Helps me not punch things when I’m pissed.”

You gave him a sideways look. “So this is... anger management?”

“Something like that.” He shot you a glance, a rare flicker of apology in his expression. “Didn’t mean to drag you into all that earlier. But if I didn’t deal with them, they’d think it was okay to pull that stunt again.”

You sat down on the second racing machine, gripping the wheel. “I didn’t ask you to fight for me.”

“I know,” he said, sliding into the seat next to you. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t.”

You didn’t say anything right away. The game countdown started, the screen flashing 3... 2... 1... and then you both hit the gas.

“You always this intense with people who tell you no?” you muttered as you drifted around the first corner.

Seongje laughed, eyes locked on the screen. “Only when i like them.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at your lips.

The race ended with you barely beating him. He stared at the screen like it personally offended him, then turned to you with narrowed eyes. “You cheated.”

“I’m just better.”

He leaned closer, one arm resting on the back of your seat. “Dangerous and cocky. You’re gonna be trouble.”

Your heart thudded in your chest—but you held your ground, locking eyes with him. “You started it.”

For a second, the teasing smile dropped into something more softer. Like he was genuinely enjoying spending time with you.

“I wasn’t lying you know,” he said quietly. “You really do interest me.”

You looked away, flustered but trying not to show it. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”

“It is,” he replied, standing up and stretching. “For me. Might be a pain in the ass for you, though.”

You followed him to the snack machines, still trying to process everything. “So what now?”

He handed you a can of soda, cracking one open for himself. “Now?” He glanced at you sideways. “You owe me a rematch.”

The arcade buzzed with life, a low thrum of energy pulsing through the neon-lit space. You and Seongje bounced from game to game—racing, shooting, even a claw machine where he stubbornly tried (and failed) to win a stuffed bear, muttering curses under his breath every time the claw slipped.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his frustration, which only made him glare at you playfully.

“You try then,” he challenged, stepping aside.

You took the controls and, after two tries, managed to snag a small plush keychain. Holding it up triumphantly, you gave him a smug look.

“Beginner’s luck,” he scoffed, but he didn’t hide his grin. “Guess I gotta keep you around for competitions.”

Time blurred as the two of you moved through the arcade, the air between you easing—less tension, more banter. For a while, it almost felt normal. Like he wasn’t the infamous Seongje from the Union, and you weren’t the girl who recorded his gang beating someone up. Just two teens wasting time, forgetting the weight of the world outside.

Eventually, you stepped out into the cool evening air. The sun had dipped low, casting the streets in warm hues. You walked side by side, your bag slung lazily over your shoulder, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Neither of you spoke at first.

Then Seongje broke the silence.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, voice lower now—less cocky, more honest. “About leaving the Union.”

You blinked, stopping in your tracks slightly before catching up again. “Wait, what?”

He glanced sideways at you. “I didn’t say I will, but... I think about it.”

“Why? Isn’t it everything you’ve worked for?”

You looked at him, really looked, and realized that for once, the sharp edges around him seemed a little duller. There was a tiredness beneath the bravado—a quiet weight in his eyes.

“I don’t know,” he added, voice softer.

You swallowed, unsure how to respond at first. “Would they let you go?”

He gave a dry laugh. “No one leaves clean. But I’m not scared of them. I’m just..tired.”

But the truth was, he was scared—just not of them. He was scared of you getting dragged into it, of your hands getting stained by the same mess he was drowning in. He had done a lot of things without regret or for fun, but if something ever touched you because of him… that was the one thing he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for.

“You’re more human than I thought,” you said quietly, nudging his arm.

“Don’t spread that around,” he smirked, regaining a bit of his usual attitude. “Gotta keep up my image.”

You both laughed, the tension lifting a little.

As your house came into view, he slowed to a stop. “You should get inside. It’s getting late.”

You hesitated. “Seongje... thanks for today..”

He looked at you, really looked, something flickering behind his eyes.

“ah don't thank me, you make me seem like I'm a good guy,” he said, then turned to walk off, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.You watched him go, wondering just how deep the cracks in his armor ran.

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[himewonu]

HEART LAKE ౨ৎ hong joshua

౨ৎ you never thought joshua was the type to play video games—until you caught him playing your favourite game at 2 in the morning.

starring bf! joshua x gn! reader genre fluff, humour, established relationship contains guns (literally a video game), they play fortnite together word count 0.6k

from rhin, the title is from fortnite (chapter 2 i think idk i need to google it). anyways i hope you'll like this ame thanks for the req! i fear i can only write abt fortnite if someone asks to write abt a video game... so i hope u aren't tired of my fn obsession guys!!!

when joshua first met you, you mentioned you were fond of video games. he thought you played simple, cozy games like the sims or animal crossing, but you never corrected him.

he wasn’t wrong, though. you do play those games, but recently he found out you’re more into shooter games. it was a bit shocking to find out you like violent games, but he was not one to judge.

the problem is, joshua never plays video games as much as you play. he’s only ever played classic arcade games like tetris and pac man, but he’s never even heard what a fortnite is or what overwatch is even about.

you love joshua regardless of whether he plays games or not. sometimes when he’s at your place, you two would be close together in front of your tv, playing mario kart, hands tangled with each other’s against the controllers.

one of those game date nights happened to be a fortnite run. again, joshua has never heard of a game named after fourteen days. the first round he played with you, he was lost at first but slowly adapted to it. after the second round, he realized that he enjoys this game.

the only problem with this game is that he is absolutely trash at it. no matter what he does in the game, someone will still find a way to eliminate him. even in 1v1s with you, you manage to beat his ass every time before he can even see your avatar in the game.

joshua really likes this game, and he really likes playing it with you, but sometimes it can get insufferable when you win all the time. so every time he sleeps over, he stays with you in bed until you fall asleep. he’ll wait for a few minutes, then he’ll leave you to log onto your computer.

every night, he practices on fortnite until two in the morning. whether it’s aiming or building, he’ll make sure to master everything you do to him in the game. he’s been doing this routine for literally a fortnight—two weeks and three days to be exact.

you were never aware of this until you woke up one night because the blanket was pushed to you. you realised your boyfriend wasn’t next to you, so you waited for a few minutes, assuming he went to the bathroom. you didn’t sleep for thirty minutes, hoping joshua would come back and cuddle with you, but he never entered the room.

you began to hear faint keyboard typing, fast ones. it was coming from the living room, where your computer is. you got up and wondered, could it be joshua? there was no way; he doesn’t play games like that. as you leave your room, you notice the living room has a bright spot on the wall.

“baby?” you call out, walking closer. you stop in your tracks as you see joshua sitting in front of your computer, one hand on the keyboard and the other one tipping his (your) headphones down. he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights.

you glance at the screen; a big ‘VICTORY ROYALE’ pops up. “no way! did you actually get a victory royale?” you freak out as you come close to joshua, looking closer at the monitor.

“yeah,” he sheepishly replies, “i’ve been trying to get this for a while.”

“why?”

“well, you keep winning every time we 1v1, so i thought if i practice every day, i’ll beat you in a match.”

you stifle a laugh and lean on him. “shua you’re so cute, you know that? we can play tomorrow, but let’s go back to bed now.”

“whatever you say, sweetheart.” he presses a kiss on your forehead and turns off your computer.

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