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hi the pic is really blurry and the sketch layer is still visible; that is because it's 9am, i've been awake for 3 hours, and im already a little too high this fine thursday morn

[vanbredevoort]

for @viilgefortz ha ha HAsuffer.

"All of this area"

"All of it? You mean all of it?"

"Yes", the woman did not like repeating herself, "It's been going on for years and it's only getting stronger."

Lydia did the math quickly inside her mind. It was a perfect circle drawn in the map in front of her. They had to be wrong in their calculations. No curse was that big and expanding if not subjected to constant feeding-- wars, a graveyard, a tragedy (it had to be a HUGE tragedy). In fact, no curse expanded that much. Ever.

"Have you found out what is fueling it? Remains, crystals, jewerly...?", she asked.

"We have not been able to get that close to the center", the woman pointed at the middle of the circle, "Everything just... perishes inside."

"Everything?", Lydia asked, incredulous again, "And no one has any theories?"

"Not like the ones you sent on your letter. Look, few people understood curses like Lady van Bredevoort did. But your analysis--- it reminded us of her unique approach to curses. In her last book--"

"The Natural Obscurity of Curses. Yes, I've read it"

I wrote it.

"She speaks of preventing curses, how to act when they're there, but this one--- It's already beyond preventing and beyond acting. It's massive, it's expanding, and it's completely out of our hands. And you seem to understand them. Like Lydia did."

She had to muffle a giggle. After all, he was there, laying against a wall, and she could feel his smirk even without seeing it.

"I cannot promise anything, as I told you in my letter. But I can check it."

The woman smiled, and her brown eyes scanned Vilgefortz in a way that had Lydia raising an eyebrow.

"Is he coming with us?"

She did not like her tone. She did not like her smirk.

"Yes, my HUSBAND is coming with me."

Without another word, still carrying a stern look, Lydia guided the woman outside. The manor was protected against magic, so a portal would be unstable and dangerous unless placed outside. Once they were at a safe distance, the woman concentrated and created a portal. Vilgefortz stepped in first and when the woman tried to follow, Lydia placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't even---"

"I understood that the first time. Husband. I get it", she said. She did not like repeating herself.

"Oh, he's more than that. And he's mine"

"I already told you I get it, no ne---"

"You actually don't."

With a fake smile, Lydia stepped into the portal.

She did not recognize the place, but it was an abandoned tavern somewhere in Redania, if she trusted the woman’s map. Lydia waltzed up to Vilgefortz and entwined their fingers. Immediately she felt shivers and bolts of static running down her spine. The lady had clearly followed them but Lydia did not notice. Ten years of a new life, eight years of a life of happiness where his touch always reduced the world to HIM. Just him. His touch. His essence.

"As I told you before, it's expanding, so this is as far as I'm willing to take you with a portal", she said, and Lydia - begrudgingly - had to take her eyes off Vilgefortz. It made her shiver in disgust. "It's an hour walk away from here. Good luck, I guess— and thank you.”

Yet it took them more than an hour to walk there. After all, Lydia had a fit of jealousy to get out of her system. The rain that constantly fell on top of them did not stop her, or her promises of not being exactly done with the fit, with the cries of him being hers that at some point, became screams of her being his'.

They found shelter under a tree as they reached the limits of the expanding curse, her back pressed to Vilgefortz's front, an arm laced around his neck. His embrace was a double edged sword, for it brought clarity to her thoughts and fogginess depending on his actions. After recieving various threats to stop her squirming, she allowed her mind to focus entirely on the academics. Her whole posture changed when she entered that state of concentration.

"Air seems clear. The temperature feels colder", Lydia whispered, following the standard procedure, "The ground seems cracked and lacks nutrients. Dead animals, bones already, even when we're just at the curse's edge... It either affects the passage of time or kills too quickly. Wraiths?"

"None that I can sense"

"Then none", she said, without questioning or second thoughts, "Necrofages?"

"None as well. You knew that already."

"I figured as much but I needed the confirmation", she smiled. Lydia liked it when he read her flawlessly, and when he trusted her knowledge, and he had done both in one sentence, "I also like hearing your voice. What do you sense?"

"... Something I don't like."

That was worrying. No explanation, no arguments. And he was always right.

"... Do you think---?"

He nodded.

"It's...? It is! It's a first degree curse! I've read about them, of course, but I've never seen one! This is--- you're frowining, Vilgefortz"

"I don't like it."

"Vil, I will not put myself in harm's way. I promised that eight years ago and I am a woman of my word. But this could be a second or most likely a first degree curse--- and I have you"

Tugging at his clothes she pulled him closer, locking him into a kiss that tasted of pure devotion, one that surpasses the limits of what she can do with her body but has no other manner to convey. Soon her arms were around his neck, her hands pulled at his hair and if not for his own hands pushing her away softly, she would have spiralled deeper into the fire that did not diminish with the years but only grew. So, so much.

"Expanding curse, Lydia. Expanding."

She was tempted to pout, to somehow trick him into a kiss again, but something pulled her out of her fantasies.

"... I can hear something"

"I've been hearing it since we got there"

"... Screaming?"

He frowned again. He had not been able to pinpoint the nature of the sound, that just rang inside his ears painfully. But it was, as she said, a scream. A piercing scream that spoke of a pain no living creature could mimic, yet somehow familiar. The fact that Lydia, human Lydia, deprived from magic and means to analyze, had so easily named it—- it only added to his uneasiness.

"I don't like this, Lydia. I don't like this near you"

"Please?"

"You don't touch it. The moment I see it's getting closer---"

"We leave", she said, turning around again. "Will you hold me, Sir?"

He wrapped his arms around her again, from behind. His muscles were tense. She had no time to revell on his overprotectiveness, because something called-- over and over... her hands stretched and, against everything, touched the edge.

There was a spiral. There was darkness. There was cold.

She was suddenly alone in a throne room. There was a seat in the middle of it, empty, and a shadow laying just under it, and it seemed broken. Something like tendrils extended from the shadow, wrapping around the pilars and broken stones. She hated it, for some reason. Lydia’s eyes scanned the room diligently. The place had remarkable detail and only a powerful curse could summon her mind into an entire different reality.

It was beyond the first degree. It was something that books haven’t spoke about yet. It was fascinating--- And she had to get out. Quickly. She had to go back to Vilgefortz, focus on his warmth, on his arms wrapped around her, on his beating heart, but surrounding her there was only cold.

‘He's dead, darling’

The shadow spoke, but she wasn’t in the throne room anymore. A city. A study. A castle. And the voice, the cold voice of Philippa Eilhart. Then a laboratory, then elven ruins. Finally, a hallway. Thanedd.

“No…”

A pool of blood lay at her feet.

‘Yes. You.’ someone replied, a familiar voice, 'You. You looked at him while you STABBED your heart. You. You wanted him to be the last thing you saw. You. You died with his name stuck in your throat. You, you, you.'

With another pull she was standing in a place she immediately, far too quickly recognized as Strygga.

She was suddenly kneeling on the floor. Her eyes were open with inhuman strength, held by powerful forces, forcing her to look at a fight without the benefit of blinking. She did not want to, but she couldn't stop it. A sihil shined, reflecting the light from the moon. The metal slashed Vilgefortz's abdomen.

There was a ringing sound, so piercing she wanted to pass out only to stop hearing it. She wanted to gouge her own eyes off their sockets. She wanted to rip off her own skin. She wanted the sound to stop.

She knew what was next. The blade made a diagonigal cut, from his torso to his collarbone. He looked up. At her. The floor was painted red with his blood.

Why wouldn’t the ringing sound stop? She was dizzy and she was praying for death.

Lydia thought she would feel it too. That when the sihil slashed, she would feel the pain as if it was her own. It took her a few heartbeats to realise that would have been an escape. A way to suffer with him, and not just bearing witness to his demise, forced to drink it all in without the comfort of sharing the agony. In terms of torture, it was perfection. Meticulous. Measured to preciseness.

Suddenly, between her bent knees lay a head. His head. Trembling hands held it. Lifeless. White mismatched eyes, rolled to the back. Bloodied. Painful. Disfigured. Dead. Dead. Dead.

The sound did not stop. It took her an hour like that to realise that it was screaming— and that it was her own. An hour spent cradling a decapitated head against her own chest, back arched as if protecting it, or scared it would be taken away. An hour screaming. Uninterrupted, unparalleled screaming.

She did not move. She did not squirm away from the agony. She drank it all. She screamed.

An hour to hold what was once beautiful— her love for him. An hour to stain her white dress with blood, to look at his lifeless expression, allowing the stench of death to sink into her skin, her bones, her will to live.

Her love. Her master. Her patron. Her sun. Her king.

HE'S DEAD. HE'S DEAD. I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE'S DEAD. THEY TOOK HIM FROM ME. THEY KILLED HIM.

Dead, dead, dead in her arms. A head. An hour.

DEAD. HE IS DEAD. MY LOVE IS DEAD.

Suddenly she was back in the throne room. There was no blood of his own, no head on her lap. Yet red still stained the floor— because her arms bled, and she wondered why. Looking down, she saw she had been digging her own nails into her skin. She could see the muscle. The tendons. If the sight scared her, she did not show it.

Because she wasn't screaming anymore. Because there was nothing inside of her anymore.

‘You killed him. You were his undoing. It is your fault. You orchestated his demise. You.’

She materialized in front of her.

It was herself. The shadow sitting under the throne, whatever it was, looked like her. While she wore white, the shadow wore black. While her hair was braided, her shadow wore it lose, and it extended over the whole throne room, wrapped around the pillars, escaped through the windows. The hair dragged itself across the stairs as she walked. She was pale, she was beautiful, she was the night. An eternal night. She was the moon, like ancient legends, looking for the bits and pieces of her love. She was gorgeous. And she was nothing.

She thought she replied that she didn't. She was sure the words she said were about her love, her sacrifice, her need to be useful. That she didn’t mean for it to end that way.

But "Yes. Yes. I killed him. I did kill him” were the words that she actually muttered.

'Does not knowing serve as justification?'

She thought she said it did. She had no way of knowing-- Everyone thought her a person of no importance. Her death had to be nothing of true meaning. She had a job to do, and she was to do it to perfection. He deserved nothing less than absolute perfection.

"It doesn't, no. I should have known I was important to him. Not knowing does not justify my actions."

'You killed him'

"Yes. I killed him"

'You killed him.'

"I killed him."

'Say it again.' his voice!

"I killed you."

'Again, DOLL. Again.'

"I killed you."

She did not realise when the throne room became a laboratory. Her body lay on a stone slab, naked, unblemished until a dagger pierced it.

"He's dead, my darling. Dead. You threw away your life for nothing", Philippa said.

How could a human cry like that? How could a body as small and fragile as hers scream like that? How could a heart so wounded, stabbed TWICE, condemned to what she thought unrequited feelings love that much?

"Yes. I killed him."

A baby cries. Birds fly out of their nests, terrified. An elf squints at the moon, restless. A old woman slicing an apple sheds a tear. A scholar drops an antique book as a spasm of agony took over him. A blacksmith in Skellige screams to the top of her lungs. They all wonder why.

Silence. Darkness.

‘You should be dead.’

“I should be dead.”

'You do not deserve anything'

"I don't deserve anything"

'He's the sun'

"I'm just the moon"

'The moon shines,'

"Because it reflects the sun"

'Without the sun...'

"Nothing can live. Nothing should live."

Her hands were stained with his blood again. She knew it was his’, she didn’t need the confirmation. She stared at them for a while. Her eyes were usually expressive--- weren't they? Then why, why did they show nothing?

'If he's gone...'

"... Then everything should perish"

.

Vilgefortz felt the curse like tendrils extending towards Lydia, calling for her. His mind worked like clockwork, step by step. This was Redania. This was where Philippa's laboratory was. This is where Lydia had been brought back from the dead. This was the place she was told he died.

It took him less than a second to understand this was Lydia's curse.

This was her affection turned into agony. This was her devotion, turned into despair. Her love for him turned into hatred for herself. And he knew-- there was so much love.

He pulled her back immediately, at inhuman speed. He held her with one arm around her waist, while the other touched her face-- the face of a woman who looked lifeless. Who shed tears of blood that stained the pale skin, paler than usual. Eyes open but vacant. Lips parted but silent. Mind open, but empty. The rain did not stop. The feeling of life being drained didn’t either.

A pain so big. A curse so powerful. A hatred so hungry. A love so strong.

And he just fucking handed her to it.

"Lydia"

Not again.

The curse had merely grazed her. Not even a full second had passed.

"LYDIA!"

he should have known. he should have known, he should have known! he had heard that same scream, after all, a decade before!

[mystiika]

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🥃 Nakahara Chuuya 🥃

A — Amber Cognac

He pulls you close and suddenly you’re wrapped in heat and high-end alcohol. His breath smells of fire and dusk. He presses his glass into your palm like he’s offering part of himself.

B — Bulwark

He steps in front of you during a fight without hesitation. His body becomes a wall—scarred, furious, immovable.

C — Cheek-to-Temple

When words fail him, he leans in and speaks straight into your skin. The sound lands in your bones.

D — Detonation Kiss

He kisses like his gravity: fast, controlled chaos. There’s always a sting in the aftermath, a bite where lips once were.

E — Exasperated Care

“Idiot,” he mutters, cleaning your cuts with soldier’s precision. His hands betray him—they’re far too gentle for the words.

F — Fatal Glance

The wrong kind of attention and his stare turns sharp enough to wound. You’ve seen entire rooms shut up from a single look.

G — Gritty Compliment

“You’re hellfire,” he says low. It’s the only approval you’ll ever need.

H — Heat of Palm

One hand at the nape of your neck, warm and grounding, pulling you toward the eye of his storm.

I — Iron-Tipped Boots

You hear him coming—heels like gunshots. But they only march for you.

J — Juggling Gravity

Sometimes, playfully, he’ll lift you—let gravity go slack. You gasp. He smirks. “Told you I could make your heart float.”

K — Knightly Shelter

If it rains, he tosses his fedora on your head and lets the water soak him through. “I’ll dry. You won’t.”

L — Lock of Leash

A curl of yours slips loose. It drives him mad. He twirls it around his finger like a leash he won’t admit he needs.

M — Mute I-Love-You

He holds you tightly to his chest, saying nothing. But his silence is louder than any vow.

N — Nonchalant Oaths

“Damn it,” he snaps when you’re reckless. Each curse is soaked in worry. His fury tastes like fear.

O — Outlaw Waltz

He’ll spin you on the edge of a rooftop, boots skipping just shy of falling. “Don’t be afraid,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

P — Pulse-Check

His thumb brushes your wrist too often to be casual. He always checks—just in case.

Q — Queue-Stealing Smirk

In a crowd, he plants a hand on your hip, gaze daring anyone to look too long. “Taken,” that grip says.

R — Ripped Laughter

It’s rare. But when you drag a real laugh out of him, it feels like watching stone crack open to reveal light.

S — Scarf of Warmth

Winter makes him feral about your health. He winds his own scarf around you, growling, “You humans break too easily.”

T — Tired Evenings

He collapses into an armchair like he’s fought a war. You curl onto his lap. The silence is heavy, sacred. Jazz hums in the background.

U — Unvarnished Truth

He calls you out without mercy—but steps in front of every bullet meant for you. Brutal honesty, tender loyalty.

V — Voice of Gravel

Before battle, his voice goes low and rough. “Come back in one piece,” he mutters—for your ears only.

W — Wounded Gloves

Your kisses leave faint prints on his gloved hands. He never wipes them off.

X — Exact Lines

No one crosses the invisible space around you. Except him. Always him.

Y — Yielding Storm Kiss

In the middle of a downpour, he grabs your collar and kisses you until everything blurs—except him.

Z — Soft-Edged Mockery

He teases you more gently than he does anyone else. He waits—not for you to protest, but for you to smile.

‡ — Temper of Steel

He doesn’t mind your temper—it flares beautifully against his. Every fight ends in heat, not distance.

§ — Sleep-Heavy Grumble

He finds you asleep again. Sighs. Lifts you like you weigh nothing. “Always pushing yourself…” he mutters, laying you in bed.

¶ — Quiet Mercy

After a fight, he’s the first to bend. “Enough of that,” he mumbles, reaching for your hand before pride gets in the way.

∞ — Extreme Guard

The second someone touches you wrong, he snaps. No hesitation, no restraint. Power floods the air like blood.

Σ — Southern Noon

Sometimes he just sits beside you, hatless in the noon sun. It’s a private surrender. No armor, no pose.

Ω — Gravity’s Vow

“You can go where you want,” he says quietly. “Just don’t forget where the center is.”

You know what he means. It’s him. He’s the center. He always was.

> Chuuya’s love is a full-bodied fire—too much for some, but warm enough to live in. If he gives you his trust, protect it. If he gives you his scarf, don’t lose it. If he gives you his loyalty—he’s already yours.

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ahmmm 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ How about like a Hawkeye & Punisher (seperate!!) X mtf (or js trans) reader hcs?? You never see trans readers that aren't js used 4 smut it's kinda 😬😬😬😬

I think the reader is fully out (maybe not fully physically transitioned), just doesn't bring much attention 2 the fact they are trans considering they'd probably be in the fight? So like the two realizing that she is trans and if anything changes/how they act about it.

Also sort've on the topic, what are your pronouns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! u don't have them on ur page 😞

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Anon you're so real for this, I genuinely haven't seen many trans readers that aren't nsfw and I'm so TIRED OF IT 😭😭 And tysm for asking, I guess it slipped my mind, but I use They/Them pronouns ❤️

I went the nonspecific route for which type of trans reader is so you could choose, truly sorry if that doesn't seem that way.

For some reason this was so hard to do, but I absolutely love both of them so I pushed through in the end💪 Clint and Frank’s ended up SO different, I'm so sorry 😭

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He isn't dumb, he knows people are different in many ways. But that doesn't mean he can spot it like he can a head shot. He's not great with any sort of social queues, give him a moment.

It takes almost months for him to realize, but when he does it's a jump for him. It's not new to him, trans people, but he doesn't know many personally- so he goes to others for advice, people that he knows know more than him about this. When they tell him more about it, he's making severe mental notes.

He tries to come off as subtle, making hints in passing conversation that he knows and supports you, but he's not as slick as he thinks. It's very obvious. He makes comments like “People can change their gender at any moment, and that's just so cool” and thinks ‘yeah, I'm sly’.

Eventually you sit him down and kinda confront him about it, and he lets it out that he's embarrassed he didn't catch on sooner to something so open. It's almost hilarious how silly he looks, confessing that. His face is red with embarrassment and constantly running his hand through his hair out of nervousness.

But it's not wrong or bad he didn't realize, if anything it totally validated you- he couldn't tell you weren't born that way. He's just unintentionally made you feel the most validation you've ever felt. Congratulations Clint, the unintentional ally.

Now that he knows it's alright, he asks you all the questions possible. How did you know? What's it like day to day? Should he beat people up for you? He doesn't want to invalidate your feelings by doing everything for you, but he can't help it. It's in his nature, he sees you struggling and he has the need to help.

When it comes to hurt feelings, or just a bad day of dysphoria, he's at your side constantly. Without fail he'll always be there for you, his arms wide and body warm- ready to comfort. Those mental notes he's made in the past really help at times like these, he knows exactly how to make you feel somewhat better.

Some days he'll come back from a mission and catch you in his room, surrounded by his blankets, and his heart soars. He'll join you and wrap his arms around you, snug as a bug. The blackout curtains make it so he can coddle you all day and not know or care, only getting up for the bathroom or some kind of food (which he orders, his kitchen privileges are revoked).

This old man (affectionate) isn't too concerned about what or who people are, if you're on his side you're on his side. He acknowledges your presence and the more you know him the more he is willing to make dumb small talk during down time.

But you're closer than that, he makes the effort to watch over you during matches, to protect you. He even does more than small talk, he genuinely talks to you and enjoys it. He likes to think he knows you.

Except maybe he doesn't.

It was brought up in conversation, a small comment made by you. He's a little unfocused from the conversation after that, but he makes sure to keep it going until eventually you leave. The solitude gives him time to process and think. Man, he doesn't know you- nor does he know anything about these types of things! He likes you, he wants to make you comfortable, make you happy. How does he do that if he didn't even know something you seem pretty open about?

Research is what he goes to first, anything he can find he takes. He spends the whole night on his shitty laptop, hunched on the couch like a loser.

It's not until you come into the living room that he even realizes how late it was, much to both your confusion as to why either of you were up so late. A little embarrassed he admits he was looking up stuff about being trans, which made you think HE was trans, which made him almost jump up and half whisper half shout ‘no!’. This was difficult, and he explained quickly that it was for you, to make sure he doesn't ever make you uncomfortable and make sure he knows his stuff. How kind.

The both of you sat down on the couch, facing each other, and you told him if he had any questions he could ask you. You felt so honored that the Frank Castle, the Punisher, took his time to try and learn something he knew nothing about to make you comfortable.

Too flustered to say anything, Frank just wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side. Enough talking, he's embarrassed- it's late, get some sleep. Oh? You're worried about the couch, that's alright, just lay on him. His back will be okay.

[doorbellvibes]

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!!!NEW ALBUM ALERT!!!

The wait is over! Our first album as a quartet, Elysian Fields, is out now on most major streaming platforms and on Bandcamp.

These new songs are the result of the journey(s) we've been on to find ourselves as individuals, and as a unified band. We're incredibly proud of what we've come up with.

As always, we couldn't make music without our incredibly kind fanbase! You are the wind beneath our wings and the path beneath our feet. We hope you'll stay with us to see what we get up to in the future- you didn't hear it here, but there might be a tour announcement soon...

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#song and a half in and already feel ILL

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elysian fields photo shoot reblog if you agree

#rachel's makeup... i think i hauve covid..............

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[x x x / x x x / x x x]

#can queue believe it

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I officially apologize to Katrina ma'am I was unfamiliar with your game.

#I was so annoyed when j*nice w**d joined tft because. Well my opinion is well documented. #but listening to About Last Year and the studio recording of Kiss and Tell... #katrina vi*nde you really *could* fix her #before anyone comes for me for '''shipping them''' it's just that I have eyes. come on now

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smooth, serene moon, ooh, just mold what you see

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face it, three paces, your basis of me!!!!!

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make me shatter, shards scatter, i'd rather evac

and ascend to the heavens when you turn your back................. ohhhhh

DIANA!

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shield your eyes, h e y

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DIANA!!

hunting dogs b a y!

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DIANA!

i think that you're preyyyyyyyyyyy.... to a huntress......

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...PRAY to the Huntress!

#usually dont comment on shit like this #but i feel like a lot of ppl missed the pun on first listen #which is a federal fucking crime #long post

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Anonymous asked:

hi katrina! are you the only member of the band on tumblr?

Surprisingly, yes. Josh has had beef with the platform since we were in college, and Janice doesn't really get the appeal. Rachel used to be a tumblrina, and you can see her old stuff before she went inactive at @rachelglasspiano-blog.

#ask #can you all keep a secret? yes? good. #i've been subtly hinting that rach should get back on for months now. #planning to continue during our upcoming tour #i can't stand being the only who knows about the skin hat ad

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does any1 have the vid of janice singing at katrina at the boston show. i need it for reasons 👍

#its. for an edit # <- me when it's actually to inject directly into my veins for homosexual reasons #i just think that janice wood is really ho- [gunshots] #janice if youre free on tuesday i am free. on tuesday

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Elysian fields is making me lose my mind. wanna dance. wanna cry. Might fuck around and confess to my crush or something.

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date this weekend

#OFUSHDIHSDOFUHDSISDYHGFUOYSDH #HES SO NICE AND SO CUTE

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sorry everyone but boytoy is for my larp character james brightstep iv

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sorry james brightstep iv but boytoy is actually for my dnd character Humpy. int score of 6

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Sorry both of you. boytoy is ME

#glad all of u in the tft fandom are having a normal one

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WAHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#the falcon thieves #tft #elysian fields #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[diefakehomura]

A B O U T

⟡ nero/atlas

⟡ they/he

⟡ 24, aquarius sun, pisces moon, leo rising

⟡ enfp, sanguine, enneagram 4w5

⟡ tme transmasc nonbinary lesbian

⟡ white, ashkenazi. anti-zionist jew

⟡ leftist, anarcho-communist

⟡ autistic

⟡ special interests: Madoka Magica, Persona, Pokémon, Vocaloid, Sonic, Gravity Falls, animation, cosplay, tattoos

I N F O

⟡ byf: This blog runs on a queue, so sometimes I’ll go long stretches without being online. It might be hard to reach me on here sometimes. Also, I am a Homura Akemi fictionkin. Doubles are mildly iffy, but as long as you don’t shove it down my throat I don’t gaf. I kin other characters as well, but I don’t really take them nearly as seriously lol

⟡ dni: general dni criteria, zionists, TERFs, anti nonbinary/transmasc lesbians, MAPs, pro ana/mia, proshippers, and Homura haters lmao

⟡ other socials: nerosparadox on Twitter, homuracore on Instagram, TikTok and Pinterest, yuriparadox on Discord and Spotify, sinnohremaker on ao3

⟡ more links: my carrd, pronouns.page, tellonym, myanimelist, ko-fi

G U I D E B O O K

⟡ This blog is kind of a clusterfuck, it’s mostly just random text posts and stuff related to my special interests, but I have a few tags to help navigate the place. I tag fandoms, characters, and ship names, and I have a few tags in my directory for my original content and favorite posts.

⟡ I’m generally not great about tagging trigger warnings, I mostly just use my own discretion in tagging potentially triggering stuff. I don’t post anything nsfw, unless you count the occasional sex joke. If you really need me to tag anything for you, just shoot me an ask.

Tags under the cut:

#mine -> my posts. Obviously

#my art -> my art stuff. Naturally

#greatest hits -> any post above 500 notes

#fav -> stuff I think is neat

#about -> things I find personally relatable

#asks -> answered asks. My inbox is always open, so ask away my friends

#my face -> pictures of my handsome mug for your viewing pleasure

#recovery -> positive mental health related posts that strike a chord with me for one reason or another

[themonotonysyndrome]

I'm down for anything from you, m'lady!

What about something like modern!AU + Coffee shop!AU with Warren/Cupcake or Celi/Castin? 👀

Like any good RomCom, it begins with a bad a bad pickup line in a coffee shop.

"If I have four quarters to give to the four prettiest women in the world, you would have a dollar!"

You press your lips into a straight line, mustering every bit of willpower not to laugh the longer the woman in front of you remains silent and the more sweat dripping down the cashier's neck.

"Are you saying that I'm only worth a dollar?"

Oh shit, oh shit. You just get chills running down your spine. Abort! Abort! Diving underneath a nearby table sounds a lot better than your initial order for coffee and blueberry muffins. But like watching a trainwreck, your feet are firmly planted on the ground due to morbid curiosity. How on earth is the cashier going to save his skin from this? Judging from his 'deer in a headlight' expression, you have very little hope for him.

"N-No! I just, uh, wait. Lemme try that again - " Your jaw is on the floor. Is he seriously going to try - "I'm confused. I thought happiness started with H, but mine starts with U."

"Does anyone ever tell you that you have dyslexia?"

"Yeesh, I'm just trying to give a compliment, sweetheart. You don't have to be so high and mighty about it."

"And I'm just trying to get my tea, but I guess we're both disappointed."

Stares. Nothing but silent stares from the both of them. It's a good thing that the cafe is empty right now because the queue will not be moving anytime soon. Fortunately, your boyfriend emerges from the storage at the back to break the awkward tension.

"What the - Castin, go get her order already. The lunch rush is gonna hit us in half an hour and we'll die if we don't take out the breads by then."

The cashier rolls his eyes and suddenly smirks. "Just for that, I'm gonna add extra sugar to your black tea."

The woman in front of you hurries over to the side, scolding him for his blatant disrespect only for her voice to be drowned out by the tea machines. Watching her trying to throw hands from across the counters is hilarious.

"Hey, Cupcake. Done with classes for the day?" Warren greets, now manning the cash registry. He looks good with the sleeves of his favourite flannel shirt rolled up and an adorable blue apron tied around the waist. Although if you asked him, he'd much prefer working without a shirt. It gets more customers, that's what he likes to say.

"All done. That's why I like Mondays. No more lecturers after 11 AM." You say in a sing-song voice. "And you know what that means?"

"My Cupcake will be chilling with me until the end of the shift?" Warren guesses with a beaming grin.

"You know it! I love catching up with my schoolwork here. The muffins are to die for. Speaking of which..."

"I'll get it ready for, ya. With your usuals too?"

"Yes, please."

The shop is perfectly located between two of the biggest universities in the country. A branch of the e-commerce university from Steelgate and the Imperial Academy for All. Needless to say, students flock here on a regular basis while those like Warren and Castin are taking a gap year to fatten up their funds for future tuition.

So it's not strange to see a student dropping up for a quick pick me up. What's strange is the same woman from yesterday returning once more.

"Welcome to Desmond Coffee & Cafe! How can I - Oh. Back so soon, sweetheart?"

"I'd rather you use my name instead of that inane term of endearment turn insult, Hammer."

"Well then, pray tell; what's your name?"

"It's Celica. The same one you've written on my cups for the last month, remember?"

"Right, right. And do you even bother to remember my name, Celica?"

"How can not? You're the most obnoxious quarterback and foreign exchange student from Intacia."

"C'mon~ It's alright to say it. Names don't bite~"

"Look, can I just have my usual orders? My next class is in 15 minutes."

"Well, if you feel like saying the magic word, I'll get right on it."

"...Fine. My tea and macaroons better be on the house if you make me late, Castin."

[tommy-doubterson]

hey. What the hell.

Just for that, here's a few more.

Small is bigger than big. Tall is shorter than short. You get "on" a horse but "in" a car. "No yeah" is yes, "yeah yeah" is no, "yeah no" is no, and "no no" is yes. There is no plural for the word "you". "Queue" is 80% silent letters. You say "unbelievable" but "intolerable".

Don't fucking test me.

The English language is a mess. Here's a list of some more oddities I just looked up.

“Rhythms” is the longest English word without the normal vowels, a, e, i, o, or u.

Excluding derivatives, there are only two words in English that end -shion and (though many words end in this sound). These are cushion and fashion.

“THEREIN” is a seven-letter word that contains thirteen words spelled using consecutive letters: the, he, her, er, here, I, there, ere, rein, re, in, therein, and herein.

There is only one common word in English that has five vowels in a row: queueing.

Soupspoons is the longest word that consists entirely of letters from the second half of alphabet.

“Almost” is the longest commonly used word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.

The longest uncommon word whose letters are in alphabetical order is the eight-letter Aegilops (a grass genus).

The longest common single-word palindromes are deified, racecar, repaper, reviver, and rotator.

“One thousand” contains the letter A, but none of the words from one to nine hundred ninety-nine has an A.

“The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick” is said to be the toughest tongue twister in English.

Cwm (pronounced “koom”, defined as a steep-walled hollow on a hillside) is a rare case of a word used in English in which w is the nucleus vowel, as is crwth (pronounced “krooth”, a type of stringed instrument). Despite their origins in Welsh, they are accepted English words.

“Asthma” and “isthmi” are the only six-letter words that begin and end with a vowel and have no other vowels between.

The nine-word sequence I, in, sin, sing, sting, string, staring, starting (or starling), startling can be formed by successively adding one letter to the previous word.

“Underground” and “underfund” are the only words in the English language that begin and end with the letters “und.”

“Stewardesses” is the longest word that can be typed with only the left hand.

Antidisestablishmentarianism listed in the Oxford English Dictionary, was considered the longest English word for quite a long time, but today the medical term pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis is usually considered to have the title, despite the fact that it was coined to provide an answer to the question ‘What is the longest English word?’.

“Dreamt” is the only English word that ends in the letters “mt”.

There are many words that feature all five regular vowels in alphabetical order, the commonest being abstemious, adventitious, facetious.

The superlatively long word honorificabilitudinitatibus (27 letters) alternates consonants and vowels.

“Fickleheaded” and “fiddledeedee” are the longest words consisting only of letters in the first half of the alphabet.

The two longest words with only one of the six vowels including y are the 15-letter defenselessness and respectlessness.

“Forty” is the only number which has its letters in alphabetical order. “One” is the only number with its letters in reverse alphabetical order.

Bookkeeper is the only word that has three consecutive doubled letters.

Despite the assertions of a well-known puzzle, modern English does not have three common words ending in -gry. Angry and hungry are the only ones.

“Ough” can be pronounced in eight different ways. The following sentence contains them all: “A rough-coated, dough-faced ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough, coughing and hiccoughing thoughtfully.

Source

I hope you like being outsmarted, English Oddities Anon.

[tejastravels1]

Skip the Chaos: Best Airport Transfer in Bangalore for Large Groups 🚐✈️

BLR Hits 42 Million Flyers—Here’s Why Your Exit Plan Matters 📊

Kempegowda International Airport handled over 42 million passengers in FY 2024-25, a jump of more than 11% from the previous year. That translates to more crowds, longer queues for app-based taxis, and an even tougher time finding suitable vehicles for large groups. If you’re traveling with 10 or more people, having a clear airport transfer plan is essential—not optional.

Meet the Garden Terminal 🌿—And the Best Places to Rally Your Crew

The newly built Terminal 2, often called the “Garden Terminal,” is now fully operational for international flights. Designed to reflect Karnataka’s green heritage, it features wide walkways and large gathering zones, perfect for assembling your group before departure. Look for the colorful Channapatna tree installation near Gate B—it’s both a landmark and a great meeting point.

Ride Showdown: E-Bus, App Cab or Private Coach? 🚏

BMTC now operates new electric Vayu Vajra buses on routes like KIA-4, KIA-8, and KIA-12. These are clean, reliable, and ideal for solo or budget-conscious travelers. But when you’re managing 15+ people, luggage, and maybe even a tiffin box or two, public buses just don’t cut it.

App-based cabs like Ola Outstation and Uber Intercity work well for 4–6 people, but splitting a large group into multiple vehicles increases cost and complexity.

This is where travel bus rental services shine. You can hire a tempo traveller, mini bus, or even a coach rental that fits your team, luggage, and schedule. For large airport transfers, private bus hire not only saves money but ensures peace of mind.

Why Large Groups Keep Dialling Tejas Travels 🚍—Trusted Tour and Travels Company

Tejas Travels, a well-known bus rental company in Bangalore, offers everything from 12-seater tempo travellers to full-size luxury coaches. They’re known for punctuality, clean interiors, experienced drivers, and real-time flight tracking. Their vehicles are frequently booked for wedding bus hire, corporate pickups, and airport transfers for sports teams and tourist groups.

In March, a wedding group from Indiranagar used three Tejas Travels mini-buses to ferry over 120 guests to a function at Palace Grounds. The feedback? Every vehicle arrived on time, the drivers were courteous, and the fleet was well-maintained.

For a recent hackathon at Electronic City, a tech company booked two tempo travellers through Tejas for a team of 18 engineers—with enough space for laptops, beanbags, and overnight gear. No complaints, just smooth service.

Counting the Rupees: What a Group Transfer Really Costs 💸

Public e-bus tickets to or from the airport cost around ₹300 per person. Multiply that by 20, and it’s ₹6,000—without any luggage assurance or guaranteed seating.

A tempo traveller through a reputable bus rental service like Tejas Travels usually charges ₹28/km plus ₹300 for airport parking. A BLR to Whitefield route (approx. 42 km) would cost roughly ₹1,800–₹2,000—cheaper than hiring multiple app cabs.

Additional charges such as night-time driver allowance (~₹400) and tolls are fixed and clearly communicated, so there are no surprise costs.

Shortcut Secrets: Slip Past Hebbal Flyover 🚦

If you’re heading into the city during rush hour (especially 6 PM to 8 PM), Hebbal Flyover can be a bottleneck. Using the Thanisandra Main Road alternative can save up to 10 minutes. For groups using larger vehicles like mini buses or coaches, it also avoids several tight U-turns and narrow lanes.

After 11 PM, checkpoints at the airport relax, making it the best time for bus travel in and out of BLR—especially if your flight lands late or your group includes elders and kids.

Use-Case Snapshots 🎯

📌 A company offsite to Nandi Hills? Choose a 20-seater with USB ports and speakers for team bonding. 📌 Planning a big fat Indian wedding? Tejas Travels provides uniformed drivers and decorated wedding buses. 📌 Coordinating a cricket team drop-off to Chinnaswamy Stadium? Opt for a 25-seater coach with luggage racks and extra under-seat storage.

Whether you're booking for a reunion, corporate trip, wedding, or a tourist group, matching the right bus rental option to the event is key.

Safety & Sustainability: Questions Worth Asking ✅

All licensed vehicles should carry AIS-140 certified GPS, working seat belts on every seat, and clean interiors. Tejas Travels checks these boxes. Their fleet includes new-model tempo travellers and mini buses with enhanced emission standards, aligning with Bangalore’s push toward sustainable bus services.

According to recent data, each electric airport bus reduces carbon output by approximately 0.7 kg CO₂ per person per trip. If you’re a company looking for ESG credits or just a responsible traveler, this matters.

Quick-Fire FAQ 🤔

🤔 Can I get Wi-Fi on the airport bus? Yes, on select Vayu Vajra routes. 🤔 Is late-night booking possible? Tejas Travels runs 24×7 operations. 🤔 How far in advance should I book for a wedding group? Minimum 2 weeks, especially during peak season. 🤔 What if my group has 50+ guests? Go for a coach rental with double doors and onboard storage.

Ready to Roll? 📲

Bangalore’s roads might throw surprises, but your group airport transfer doesn’t have to. Whether it’s an executive tempo traveller, a decorated wedding bus, or a clean coach for outstation guests, book your transfer in advance with a trusted bus rental company like Tejas Travels.

Fly in relaxed and roll out together. Your group deserves a smooth start—and a grand arrival.

[kev-smell-my-fart]

Redraw of the one comic that I never posted cuz it looks actual doo doo feces 😭😭 at least it was good practice methinks??

[rohanseoewe]

CROATIA CITIZENS - NEW ZEALAND  Immigration of New Zealand.

Elektroničko odobrenje putovanja za Novi Zeland ili NZETA je elektroničko odobrenje putovanja za stanovnike zemalja bez viza. Poslana NZeTA izdana je 2019. godine, ova viza funkcionira točno kao turistička viza. NZeTA ili ukidanje vize obavezno je za sve dolazne posjetitelje koji ulaze u Novi Zeland: stanovnici svake od 60 zemalja ukinute vize mogu putovati avionom. Stanovnici 191 zemlje mogu stati putničkim prijevozom. Electronic Travel Authority New Zealand je jednostavan do te mjere da ga možete završiti na webu i dobiti eVisa putem e-pošte u roku od nekoliko sati ili nekoliko dana. NZETA dopušta Prihvatljivim stanovnicima da prijeđu granicu Novog Zelanda u turističke, poslovne ili turističke svrhe, a da ne moraju čekati u redu za veleposlanstvo ili konzulat. Ne očekuje se poštarina ili kurirska služba u bilo kojem administrativnom uredu za dobivanje elektroničkog odobrenja putovanja za Novi Zeland - NZ ETA. To je od sada obavezni preduvjet za ukidanje vize za javnost, kao i posadu zrakoplovnih kompanija ili krstarenja, pod jednakim uvjetima. Doista, čak i stalni stanovnici Australije trebaju NZ Electronic Travel Authorization - NZ ETA. Stanovnici koji ispunjavaju uvjete mogu se prijaviti putem izravne aplikacije New Zealand Electronic Travel Authority na webu za industriju putovanja, poslovni posjet ili putovanje u još jednu zemlju iz zračne luke Auckland. Kandidati trebaju ispuniti prijavni obrazac Novozelandske elektroničke putne uprave s osobnim i osobnim podacima. Novozelandska viza zahtijeva da putovnica ima čistu stranicu s ciljem da je osoblje za migracije može otisnuti pečatom na zračnom terminalu. Prateći stanovnici imaju pravo podnijeti zahtjev za vizu za Novi Zeland putem weba ili NZeTA-e. Luksemburg, Francuska, Cipar, Španjolska, Portugal, Irska, Poljska, Švedska, Mađarska, Austrija, Bugarska, Danska, Malta, Slovenija, Slovačka, Latvija, Nizozemska, Češka, Njemačka, Grčka, Estonija, Rumunjska, Italija, Belgija, Hrvatska, Svi stanovnici Joined Realma, Finske i Litve ispunjavaju uvjete za New Zealand Visa Online. The Electronic Travel Authorisation for New Zealand or NZETA is an electronic travel authorisation for residents of visa waiver nations. The NZeTA sent was laid out in the year 2019, this Visa works precisely like a tourist visa. The NZeTA or visa waiver is obligatory for the all inbound visitors entering New Zealand: residents of every one of the 60 visa waiver nations can travel via Plane tourt. Residents of 191 nations can stop by journey transport. Electronic Travel Authority New Zealand is easy to such an extent that you can finish it altogether on the web, and get eVisa by email within few hours or a couple of days. NZETA permits the Eligible residents to cross the border of New Zealand for the travel industry, business, or travel purposes without going through the issue of remaining in the queue for embassy or consulate. No postage or courier to any administration office is expected to acquire New Zealand

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[global-research-report]

Self-Checkout Systems Market: Growth Drivers and Challenges

The global self-checkout systems market size is anticipated to reach USD 10,494.3 million by 2030 and is expected to expand at 13.4% CAGR from 2023 to 2030, according to a new study by Grand View Research Inc. Increased demand for automation and technology advancements focused on reducing theft incidences are significant driving factors for the self-checkout systems industry. Furthermore, the well-established and widespread presence of retail networks such as supermarkets and hypermarkets and increasing digitalization in the market over the forecast period are creating lucrative opportunities for players in the self-checkout systems industry.

Retailers bet high on self-checkout technology primarily to reduce costs in hiring staff. Although retailers save considerably by cutting labor costs, they are still incurring losses due to thefts. Shoplifting incidences have witnessed an uptick in recent times, contributing to revenue loss. In light of this, self-checkout tech vendors and retailers are collaborating to introduce solutions such as video surveillance or security cameras that alert the staff if theft occurs.

Implementing personal identification on mobile apps is another way by which retailers can reduce thefts. For example, Salling Group in Denmark uses nemID, a unique personal identification number in the country which customers are required to register with, while installing mobile apps that enable scan-n-go shopping.

Currently, retail consumers demand and desire their shopping experience to be in their control, convenient, and secure. Due to this, the end-users increasingly demand self-service solutions. Additionally, with the growing demand for personalized and private shopping, retailers are adopting self-checkout systems or self-service checkouts to attract shoppers toward their brands more effectively.

For instance, Fujitsu’s subsidiary, Fujitsu Frontech North America Inc., introduced “U-Scan Mini Express.” The new system used RFID technology to allow shoppers to scan their products quickly and easily. The new system automatically scans products placed in the basket within seconds without having to remove them individually.

The COVID-19 pandemic has significantly changed the dynamics of self-checkout systems. A temporary shutdown in stores, transportation, and production owing to government restrictions for controlling the spread of COVID-19 negatively impacted the market growth in the short term. However, the self-checkout systems industry is expected to witness growth with the reopening of transportation and manufacturing activities. In 2020, a change in the retail store format was observed worldwide due to the changing consumer attitude toward e-commerce or online shopping and increasing competition. 

Self-checkout Systems Market Report Highlights

The systems segment dominated the market in 2022 and is expected to continue leading during the forecast period with an increased need to reduce rising employee costs, increase employee and customer satisfaction

With a steady increase in the global automation sector, the cashless segment captured a sizeable revenue share in 2022. The segment is expected to grow at a steady pace during the forecast period, driven by the growing preference for electronic transactions and digital paymentsamong consumers

Asia Pacific is anticipated to grow at a heathy CAGR over the forecast period. This growth is attributable to growing consumer preference toward the buy-as-you-need trend and it is influencing several large format retail grocery store chains to deploy convenience stores in the region

Since the coronavirus outbreak, retailers and other types of stores using self-checkout systems have been focused on adopting innovative ways and self-service technologies to reduce queues. For instance, in July 2020, Stokrotka, a supermarket & grocery retail chain based in Poland, placed an order for 100 self-checkout units for its 43 outlets across the country

Self-checkout Systems Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global self-checkout systems market based on component, type, application, and region:

Self-checkout Systems Component Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Systems

Services

Self-checkout Systems Type Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Cash Based Systems

Cashless Based Systems

Self-checkout Systems Application Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Supermarkets & Hypermarkets

Department Stores

Convenience Stores

Others

Self-checkout Systems Regional Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

North America

US

Canada

Europe

UK

France

Germany

Poland

Italy

Spain

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

Australia

South Korea

Latin America

Brazil

Mexico

Argentina

Middle East & Africa (MEA)

UAE

Saudi Arabia

South Africa

Order a free sample PDF of the Self-checkout Systems Market Intelligence Study, published by Grand View Research.

[brandonwaratah01]

♥️ brandonwaratah01 💚

- Voice Acting / Singing / Violin -

“ I have the opportunity to be filmed whilst speaking in various voices in the following week. (The planned date has postponed). It’s a big bold “YES!” out of excitement and joy! Each character that I’ve made to be kept as record and safe keeping. One day when I am increasingly experienced vocally should I then sing with vibrato, staccato and crescendo. I would be taught how to play the violin by my Mum’s friend’s younger brother. My mum’s friend’s husband has taught me how to hold the bow of the violin many years ago and suggested a YouTube star to learn more about violin playing. I have the capacity to learn more. It’s about dedication and commitment to understand, recite and perform on queue without making errors. To be experienced and perform without a music script and or be a composer of classical songs is a big challenge to perform without any errors. To have a strong understanding of the intricacies effortlessly. Improvising favourite rhythms, melodies, riffs and stylistic interpretations. How amazing! It’s like I am eating crackle pop lollies in my mouth whilst staring at fireworks. The cheer after the last firework has to be earned just like the standing ovation after a difficult performance(s). Dream, Passion and Ambition! ”

♥️ - B r a n d o n v.p N g u y e n - 💚

[maphistorich]

Now this! This was my jam back in the day!

I first encountered Spy Hunter at Chuck-E-Cheese in '84. It was the first time I had seen an enclosed racing cockpit video game. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. The U-shaped double trigger steering wheel, the indicator light panel below the portrait mounted screen, the rubber on the pedals. This thing had more buttons than anything I had played before. Two triggers for the main guns, two thumb buttons for special weapons, the center button to call the weapons van, it was a bit overwhelming for someone used to playing with at most two buttons on other games. The game also had an indicator panel behind the steering wheel, separate from the screen, that would light up certain icons to indicate which weapon systems you picked up and if the weapons van was nearby. It was the most immersive game I had played, or would play for at least a decade.

I remember the first time I walked by and heard the game's attraction mode go off. From within, what looked like, a dark hole in a black box came a synthesized version of the Peter Gunn theme. I peeled away the curtain to see this elaborate display of controls and lights, but what I noticed first was the music. This was the first time I had encountered multi-tracked music in a video game.

Most games, at the time, had a single audio channel for sound effects and music. You could tell because they would never play music at the same time that sounds effects were going off, only at the beginning or end of a level, and no two effects would play at once. Some newer games could play music and effects at the same time, but the music was either one instrument at a time or it was a pre recorded/programmed piece.

This game had, what appeared to be, a mixing system that could play multiple sound effects and multiple music tracks at once. This system allowed the game to play contextualized jazz. The theme song, composed by Henry Mancini for the TV show "Peter Gunn" and featured in "The Blues Brothers" movie, was recreated in this game as single instrument performances, for the most part. There was a single track that was composed of the whole ensemble for the main line of the theme, but the walking bass, the breaks and solos were all separate.

Now most games, by this point, had a music queue or sound effect when you died, and this game was no exception. But this game would simply wait for the appropriate spot in the theme music to then switch to the crescendo, it almost made dying worth it. This was the first sign that the game wasn't just playing some preprogramed composition, it was creating jazz.

When you dock with the weapons van the theme music kicks in and plays for the entire time you have a special weapon. It doesn't just repeat a single recorded line though. It plays the walking bass line under the main melody, then a variation on the main melody, then a random solo. Each time you hear the theme you will hear a different performance at different times. The only certainty is that it will start with the bass and main melody and end with the same crescendo, but the overall length and where and when you hear each solo is entirely procedural and somewhat random.

The gameplay itself was also unique, in that there were no discrete levels. Back then, most games had a defined beginning and end to a given level, but this game was an unending road. Well there were spots that the road did end, but only if you missed a turn.

In Spy Hunter, you drive the car of a super spy a la James Bond, though it also resembles Speed Racer's Mach V, down a road filled with villains trying to make you crash into either a ditch or other traffic. You gain points by surviving on the road without injuring civilians while avoiding or dispatching villains with your various weapons. Just like other games, dispatching a villain earned you bonus points depending on the type, but the main goal was to survive as as possible.

The map has distinct areas that are arranged in a branching tree and after driving through an area you are presented with a fork in the road that leads to two other areas. Each area has a special weapon that is specific to the type of enemies you will face there, but occasionally the fork you take may lead to a washed out bridge. This is where the game gets interesting.

Just before the bridge will be a boathouse down a small dirt path. If you go down this path and crash through the boathouse, your car turns into a speed boat. You're no longer driving on the road, you're speeding down a river or canal, chased not by other cars, but by other boats. Even the weapons van is represented by a tugboat in this area.

I don't think I ever lived passed the 5th or 6th fork, so I'm not sure if there ever is a time where you can truly escape and end your drive, only to start at the beginning again, perhaps with increased enemies, or if the road just simply loops back around to the beginning, but this seems like a game that could go on forever, given enough quarters.

If I had the money to stock a room with my favorite 80's video game cabinets, this would be at the top of my list.

Spy Hunter (1984)