hii! I'm Khloe, and this is my writing account on tumblr!
My main account is @atomicwinnerdreamland, which is where you will find most of my posts and reblogs. This blog will specifically have my writing!
Here, you'll find one-shots and ficlets for Welcome to the Table and Love and Deepspace. Most of the time, my works are fluffy with a tinge of angst, but I don't shy away from topics like grief or sensuality (I won't be writing explicit smut though).
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In a limousine on your way to a risky business deal, the Chairman of EonCore Tech - your husband - is on his knees asking for your forgiveness.
1,021 words. fluff, light angst, late night conversations, kisses, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3
a/n: I cried writing this one. I miss Valko so much.
dividers by @saradika-graphics | ao3 link here
There is something so unbelievably charming about a man on his knees.
In front of you is your husband, the chairman of one of the most powerful corporations in all of Linkon, and he has your hand in his like it’s the only lifeline he can hold onto. You pretend not to notice the way his amber eyes look at you, nor do you succumb to the flame that burns within you at the sight of him in a three-piece suit. A man decorated in class and oozes intimidation would not be caught dead falling to his knees.
Except Valko, apparently.
“You’re wrinkling your suit,” you hiss when he shows no sign of sitting back down on the leather seats. There is comfort in every inch of this limousine, yet he chooses to kneel in front of you. “I don’t think you’d want to taint your public image.”
“I don’t care.”
You raise a brow at the unusual statement.
“I’ll be here until you forgive me.”
The tall skyscrapers that surround Linkon become your saving grace as you attempt to ignore his lips, which whisper apologies on your closed fists that can barely be heard above the soft music playing. However much you wish for those lips to touch places you would prefer to keep in the scenarios in your head is ignored, and instead, you turn your attention towards the life surrounding you.
Laughter erupts from a group of friends as ice cream melts on their hands. A couple holding grocery bags seems to be arguing about who should carry more, and in the end, the guy carries all of them in his hands and her pink purse hangs on his shoulder. A little dog shyly approaches another, their owners laughing at the blooming friendship.
Crazy how different your circumstances are compared to those around you.
“Sweetheart,” Valko says, and when you look at him, his eyes are similar to that shy dog you were just admiring. “Please, tell me what I can do so you can look at me again.”
“I am looking at you.”
His ears and cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and you resist the urge to follow its trail with your lips.
“Yeah, but not… not like this.”
You know exactly what he means, yet you continue your torture. “How do you want me to look at you, sweetheart?”
The nickname undoes him, and his hands move from your closed fist to your cheek in a bold retaliation. “Like this.”
You look away as fast as you can.
From the corner of your eye, however, you can see a smirk on Valko’s face that disappears as fast as it came. God, does he even know why you’re mad? Does he know why your heart rapidly beats as a scowl makes its way onto your expression?
Valko, disappointed by his short-lived victory, stays silent for a few seconds. You know him well enough to understand that this is him pondering, his head tilting to the side the way a puppy does when it’s confused.
Moonlight softens his features a little too well, leaving your defenses as nothing but crumbs.
His wedding ring sits warmly on your cheek as you look back at him again. There are nothing but questions in his eyes and acceptance in the way his thumb rubs against your cheek, careful not to smudge hours of makeup and anger.
That’s the thing about Valko: he’s very obvious when he wants something, and he is incapable of hiding that. But when he knows not to interfere, his presence continues to be loud in quieter ways.
He knows exactly how to love you.
Linkon’s skyscrapers begin to look less like shopping malls and more like your personal hell. Buildings with surnames of wealthy business owners hide the moonlight that previously softened your husband’s features, and it even stops you from being so stubborn.
“We’re close,” Valko points out, as though your stomach doesn’t churn from the fact.
“Then why are you still on your knees?”
“Because you haven’t forgiven me yet.”
You tap his nose as some sort of retaliation for his stubbornness, yet he takes it as a sign of victory. Valko’s smile shines even beneath the night’s darkness, reminding you of the reason you were annoyed in the first place.
“I don’t want today to be the last time I see you, Valko.”
He tilts his head again, this time looking more like an older dog whose utmost trust shines in its eyes. “What do you mean?”
“When you come home late with bruises i-in your arms, I…” Your voice breaks, yet you know fragility has no place in this part of Linkon. “I worry about you, that’s all. And since we’re on our way to another business deal…”
Valko understands the words that crumble into silence. As lovely and desirable the position seems, being chairman of one of the biggest corporations in the country poses dangers only seen by those who have been in the dark, and you know that better than anyone else does. Better than he does, because only when you tend to his wounds does he remember that his absence matters. That life can be beyond the danger he’s gotten used to.
“This one is safe, my love,” he assures you. “I’ve mapped every detail, every person, and every centimeter of the place. I know where to run if I need to.”
“And if… if you lose yourself in the process-”
“I won’t,” he says, defiant as devotion can be. “Not when I have you with me.”
You can only smile as you press your forehead against his, finally looking at him with the tenderness he so loves to receive from you. “Promise you won’t die tonight?”
“I promise, sweet girl.”
The last thing you do before the limo stops at your destination is to place your lips on his, letting him taste the worries you’ve harbored with every risky deal he does. The last thing you feel before you have to step off into the night is his utmost love, spilling onto your soul like no other.
a/n: I hope Valko comes back soon.
Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :)
i cannot believe we hit it that fast. it feels like we just hit 2,000 yesterday! thank you all for your support for my fics and for allowing them to be part of your lives. i hold every comment, kudos, reblog, and like close to my heart. i love you all so much <333
as you may know, a lot of my time has been spent trying to get Valko back, so i really haven't been working on fics lately 😭 nonetheless, i have a lot of ideas swirling around in my head, which i cannot wait to bring back to life! i appreciate your patience during this time 💞
again, thank you so much for such a tremendous accomplishment. take care, and i love you <3
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as someone who writes for all five of the love and deepspace men, i constantly think about the potential 6th li. what vibes will he give? what will i have to research? what kind of edits will i be watching to find inspo for his fics?? 🤭
back then, i thought "work" meant i was going to be watching edits and trailers until Valko was released, but rn i can only define it as sending e-mails and comments to Infold's official e-mail addresses and accounts.
a/n: I wrote this as a way to comfort myself amidst the whole Valko situation. I miss him so much, but I truly do think he'll return to us in due time. I hope this comforts anyone who needs it. I love you all <3
dividers by @diviniyae | ao3 link here
Valko has been restless.
Throughout the night, you watched as he paced around the kitchen with the excuse of “finding a midnight snack,” only to be empty-handed when he joined you on your living room couch. Then, as he held you throughout the duration of the rom-com you wanted to watch, his hand was shaking. Even when you checked on him multiple times and offered to change the film into something he liked, he shook his head with a jittery smile.
Maybe when he joins you in your bedroom, you can figure out what’s going on.
But an hour after you’ve prepared for bed, Valko still isn’t beside you.
It’s unlike him to not join you in bed when he visits. Usually he’s the one to convince you to go to sleep, and when you finally relented, he’d open his arms to welcome cuddles. It’s always warm in his arms, and the sweet nothings Valko would whisper on your head quiets down all the worries you may have carried throughout the day.
So when you’re met with the cool and silence that lingers because of his absence, it feels suffocating to say the least. Your blanket is not nearly as comforting, and your pillow doesn’t carry your worries quite like his words did.
With exhaustion weighing in your bones and concern etched into your heart, you stand up to see where Valko went. Your deepest fear clings onto your soul like a parasite as you search for your wolf — did he wander off into the woods without bringing you with him, never to be seen again?
But your heart calms and panics simultaneously when you see Valko on your couch instead. The TV remains off, and the only noises you can hear are your sharp, nervous breaths and the sniffles he hides behind his hands.
“Valko?”
He looks up in response to your voice, his entire face red and decorated with tears. “Oh, sweetheart. I-”
You immediately sit beside him, wiping his tears before he can get the chance to hide himself again. “What happened?”
“Nothing. I-I’m okay.”
“No.”
It sounds harsh coming out of your lips, and it even makes your boyfriend’s eyes widen a little, but you refuse to let him hide his emotions from you. Nonetheless, you soften its impact by placing kisses all over his tear-stricken face, letting him know that you’re here to help carry the weight of whatever it is he’s shouldering.
“Tell me what happened, my love,” you gently ask, but Valko’s eyes dart down to your shirt as though its design were code he’d love to learn about. The only response you get are his sniffles as his tears fall down to your hands, soft whispers of your name in-between like you’re his salvation.
With every teardrop that falls, a new question appears in your head. Did someone hurt him? Did you hurt him without knowing? Why didn’t you comfort him sooner?
“I…” Valko interrupts your thoughts, but he falls into your embrace before he can finish his sentence. Your questions halt completely, your utmost focus now placed in comforting him.
“Oh, my baby.”
You swear his hold on you tightens hearing that, so you continue to call him all sorts of affectionate names in the same way he does when he’s cuddling you. Darling, my love, honey… hell, even “my wolfie” escapes your lips, earning you a soft but meaningful chuckle from him.
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
His ears are down as hesitation turns into a shake of his head.
“That’s okay, my love. I’m…” Tears coat your face as well, but you hide it with a smile he cannot even see. “I’ll be here for as long as you need me.”
Valko gasps, pulling away from your embrace just to meet your gaze. His eyes widen again when he sees how much your face mirrors his in terms of melancholy. “Do you mean that?”
You nod with no hesitation. In every life, in every timeline, in every world where he is yours, you will stay by his side until the very end. “Of course.”
“Even when I’m like this?”
You tilt your head in confusion, a habit you’ve gotten from him. “Like what? Like a cutie?”
His gaze is elsewhere, but you notice his cheeks and ears turning a pretty shade of pink. “N-no. Like a… a monster.”
The world outside stops, stunned into the same silence you are. Only one question in your head remains loud enough to drown your shock: Who made him feel that way?
But Valko falls back into your embrace, and all of the words you wanted to say are robbed from you. Whispers of “I love you” coat him warmly, and he even giggles when you lightly poke his ears.
“I love you, my little wolf. Forever and ever.”
Valko meets your gaze once more, bravely asking you questions through his eyes alone. Who could see a monster in a man whose heart is on his sleeve and with loyalty akin to a kindred spirit? Who could see a monster in those eyes that stare at you like sun rays do?
You gently caress his ears again to hear that giggle you love so much. “You’re a cutie, my love. I don’t know who made you feel like you aren't, but they’re wrong.”
“But I’ve… I’ve made a mess in your home-”
“You’ve made my house a home,” you clarify before he can finish talking down to himself. “Picking up Pile It Up blocks and getting hugs from you as I cook is amazing. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
“But I look like-”
“Like a cute little wolf,” you say with a smile on your face, rubbing his head of hair. “You’re so handsome, my love.”
And this time, Valko doesn’t say anything. The pink hue on his cheeks that gradually darken speaks for itself.
Your smile widens when you see your victory, and you share it by kissing him again. On his forehead, his cheeks, and especially his lips — no place is left unloved. No part of him is left to wonder whether or not he’s beautiful.
Because in your heart and soul, you know that Valko is the most beautiful person you have ever met.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell him. “Don’t disappear on me, yeah?”
Valko smiles, as if to say, Why would I ever do that?
a/n: did y'all like the ending? 🥹
also, "little wolf" is the cutest nickname i've heard for Valko. bittersweet, yes, but sweet all the same
Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :)
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a/n: I wrote this as a way to comfort myself amidst the whole Valko situation. I miss him so much, but I truly do think he'll return to us in due time. I hope this comforts anyone who needs it. I love you all <3
dividers by @diviniyae | ao3 link here
Valko has been restless.
Throughout the night, you watched as he paced around the kitchen with the excuse of “finding a midnight snack,” only to be empty-handed when he joined you on your living room couch. Then, as he held you throughout the duration of the rom-com you wanted to watch, his hand was shaking. Even when you checked on him multiple times and offered to change the film into something he liked, he shook his head with a jittery smile.
Maybe when he joins you in your bedroom, you can figure out what’s going on.
But an hour after you’ve prepared for bed, Valko still isn’t beside you.
It’s unlike him to not join you in bed when he visits. Usually he’s the one to convince you to go to sleep, and when you finally relented, he’d open his arms to welcome cuddles. It’s always warm in his arms, and the sweet nothings Valko would whisper on your head quiets down all the worries you may have carried throughout the day.
So when you’re met with the cool and silence that lingers because of his absence, it feels suffocating to say the least. Your blanket is not nearly as comforting, and your pillow doesn’t carry your worries quite like his words did.
With exhaustion weighing in your bones and concern etched into your heart, you stand up to see where Valko went. Your deepest fear clings onto your soul like a parasite as you search for your wolf — did he wander off into the woods without bringing you with him, never to be seen again?
But your heart calms and panics simultaneously when you see Valko on your couch instead. The TV remains off, and the only noises you can hear are your sharp, nervous breaths and the sniffles he hides behind his hands.
“Valko?”
He looks up in response to your voice, his entire face red and decorated with tears. “Oh, sweetheart. I-”
You immediately sit beside him, wiping his tears before he can get the chance to hide himself again. “What happened?”
“Nothing. I-I’m okay.”
“No.”
It sounds harsh coming out of your lips, and it even makes your boyfriend’s eyes widen a little, but you refuse to let him hide his emotions from you. Nonetheless, you soften its impact by placing kisses all over his tear-stricken face, letting him know that you’re here to help carry the weight of whatever it is he’s shouldering.
“Tell me what happened, my love,” you gently ask, but Valko’s eyes dart down to your shirt as though its design were code he’d love to learn about. The only response you get are his sniffles as his tears fall down to your hands, soft whispers of your name in-between like you’re his salvation.
With every teardrop that falls, a new question appears in your head. Did someone hurt him? Did you hurt him without knowing? Why didn’t you comfort him sooner?
“I…” Valko interrupts your thoughts, but he falls into your embrace before he can finish his sentence. Your questions halt completely, your utmost focus now placed in comforting him.
“Oh, my baby.”
You swear his hold on you tightens hearing that, so you continue to call him all sorts of affectionate names in the same way he does when he’s cuddling you. Darling, my love, honey… hell, even “my wolfie” escapes your lips, earning you a soft but meaningful chuckle from him.
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
His ears are down as hesitation turns into a shake of his head.
“That’s okay, my love. I’m…” Tears coat your face as well, but you hide it with a smile he cannot even see. “I’ll be here for as long as you need me.”
Valko gasps, pulling away from your embrace just to meet your gaze. His eyes widen again when he sees how much your face mirrors his in terms of melancholy. “Do you mean that?”
You nod with no hesitation. In every life, in every timeline, in every world where he is yours, you will stay by his side until the very end. “Of course.”
“Even when I’m like this?”
You tilt your head in confusion, a habit you’ve gotten from him. “Like what? Like a cutie?”
His gaze is elsewhere, but you notice his cheeks and ears turning a pretty shade of pink. “N-no. Like a… a monster.”
The world outside stops, stunned into the same silence you are. Only one question in your head remains loud enough to drown your shock: Who made him feel that way?
But Valko falls back into your embrace, and all of the words you wanted to say are robbed from you. Whispers of “I love you” coat him warmly, and he even giggles when you lightly poke his ears.
“I love you, my little wolf. Forever and ever.”
Valko meets your gaze once more, bravely asking you questions through his eyes alone. Who could see a monster in a man whose heart is on his sleeve and with loyalty akin to a kindred spirit? Who could see a monster in those eyes that stare at you like sun rays do?
You gently caress his ears again to hear that giggle you love so much. “You’re a cutie, my love. I don’t know who made you feel like you aren't, but they’re wrong.”
“But I’ve… I’ve made a mess in your home-”
“You’ve made my house a home,” you clarify before he can finish talking down to himself. “Picking up Pile It Up blocks and getting hugs from you as I cook is amazing. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
“But I look like-”
“Like a cute little wolf,” you say with a smile on your face, rubbing his head of hair. “You’re so handsome, my love.”
And this time, Valko doesn’t say anything. The pink hue on his cheeks that gradually darken speaks for itself.
Your smile widens when you see your victory, and you share it by kissing him again. On his forehead, his cheeks, and especially his lips — no place is left unloved. No part of him is left to wonder whether or not he’s beautiful.
Because in your heart and soul, you know that Valko is the most beautiful person you have ever met.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell him. “Don’t disappear on me, yeah?”
Valko smiles, as if to say, Why would I ever do that?
a/n: did y'all like the ending? 🥹
also, "little wolf" is the cutest nickname i've heard for Valko. bittersweet, yes, but sweet all the same
Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :)
to begin, i hope you are okay. there is so much going on in regards to Valko, Infold, and LaDS in general, so please take this as a reminder to rest and get something to eat and drink when needed. take care of yourselves, okay? 🥰
now, i've been trying to keep up with everything going on thus far, which is why i haven't been on this account much. i do want to tell you that yes, i will continue to write for Love and Deepspace even amidst all of this. i don't really know how to feel about Infold at the moment, but my stories have always been made to provide comfort and that's what i will provide.
just know that i'm going to continue to try to bring Valko back as well! he deserves to have his story told too :3
thank you for being here y'all! take care <33
(if you'd like, you can follow my main acc @atomicwinnerdreamland as i will probably be more active there in regards to the entire situation 🥰)
the situation surrounding love and deepspace and valko has reached the state/governmental level in china.
here is what is happening right now:
1. the decision to delete calko was a panic-driven, spontaneous move.
just 3 days ago, infold was planning to keep him. however, haters flooded government regulatory bodies with complaints and even brought manure and funeral wreaths to the office. in a state of pure panic, the studio decided to "sacrifice" the character to save the entire project.
2. the issue has reached beijing.
the game has received an official warning. however, the shanghai municipal government (where the developers are based) is currently desperately defending the studio before beijing. this is because love and deepspace pays massive taxes into the city’s budget (in 2025 alone, the game generated nearly $380,000,000!). shanghai does not want to lose such a cash cow over internet trolls. everything will be decided in the coming days.
3. the chinese fandom has started a rebellion.
right now, cip players (who have collectively spent over 4 million RMB on the game) are coordinating a late-night siege of weibo's trending topics. tomorrow, they plan to hold a PROTEST with fresh flowers in front of the infold office to prove to the authorities that reasonable, paying players vastly outnumber the haters!
4. infold is in a panic, holding emergency meetings.
summer events are already being canceled or postponed on the japanese account — everything is falling apart because they had no plan b. the official account is losing thousands of followers every minute.
u can also read a chinese player's thoughts on this matter here
if you have even the slightest desire to help, you can do so by following these steps ‼️
HOW CAN WE HELP RIGHT NOW?
we need to support both the chinese fandom. we must flood official chinese media outlets and customer support with emails stating that the game does NOT violate any laws, that valko is clean, and that his cancellation is purely the result of a harassment campaign by haters
I am writing to express my deep concern over the targeted cyber-harassment campaign against the game "Love and Deepspace" and its character, Valko. As global players, we want to emphasize that "Love and Deepspace" strictly adheres to international standards and corporate compliance. The game does not violate any laws. The recent wave of negative rumors was entirely fabricated by a radical group of anti-fans who used cyber-bullying tactics to force a scandal. By abruptly canceling Valko due to this malicious pressure, the developers have harmed millions of legitimate global consumers who have heavily invested in the game. We respectfully urge the regulatory authorities to recognize that the game is a compliant, legally sound cultural product. We request that the malicious rumors be dismissed, and the character Valko be safely restored to the servers.
i heard you were looking for LaDS drawing requests! because i recommended Scintillation, could you please draw Xavier handing MC a rose as they stand on a flower garden? he could be on one knee, if you'd like :3
thank you so much 🥰
One Xavier on his knee delivered!!
If you tap the image, I think the resolution is better.
I had sooo much fun drawing this idea :3
Thankyou for your request and your recommendation of your amazing fic!!
okay, so i've been meaning to rant about this for a bit now, and i genuinely cannot believe i waited until i heard the news to do so.
apparently, Valko will no longer be released as a love interest, and they will no longer be developing his character.
i'm aware of the hate he's gotten over the past few days alone. many have tried to sue Infold over Valko's release, false rumors have been spread about his character, and players have left en masse since his announcement. but if you ask me, the hate is so unwarranted when the true anger stems from Infold's poor handling of the 5 love interests, especially Sylus and Caleb (eg. missing content).
while i do agree that Sylus, Caleb, and their girlies deserve so much more, did that mean Valko had to not be released? did that mean that Valko, a crucial puzzle piece to the game's story and has been planned out as a character since the beginning, would have to be removed? Infold could focus on developing the two while still releasing Valko, because as I should have said so much earlier, he is a crucial part of the game's story. and not even just that. he has become a comfort character to many (including me), and i'd say that is more than enough to keep him.
i had a sick feeling something like this would happen, especially after so much backlash, but i really hoped Infold and the LaDS devs would stand their ground and keep such a meaningful character. they have worked so hard and have garnered so much support in contrast to the hate — why did they back down?
love you guys, and love you Valko. i'll be here When U Come Back.
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reader LIKED the fic? reader left thoughtful comment because they thought there was something worth analyzing? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for one thousand years!
xavier x reader. suggestive, aftercare, sweet teasing. wc. 627
a/n: this xavier ficlet can finally see the sun lol. enjoy :3
dividers by @pixopix | ao3 link here
“You’ve made such a mess, starlight.”
The words barely register as you come down from your high. Labored breaths and cloudy thoughts are all you are at the moment when Xavier looks at you with a smug smile and soaked, ruined lips.
“Bold of you to say,” you retort softly, to which he responds with a laughter so melodious it wakes you up from your reverie.
With little kisses on your cheeks and sweet nothings accompanying the marks on your skin, Xavier begins to sit up. Little whines escape your lips, seeking the warmth of his skin and the love in his gaze, but he chuckles and assures you that he’ll be back.
“I’m just going to grab a towel, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Then we’re going to watch a movie.”
A movie? Sleepiness creeps up on you, but you’re not passing up a chance to watch some cheesy romance and talking to Xavier about the cute scenes. Maybe you could even rile him up with a remark or two, but with how tired you are…
Oh.
Your exhaustion disappears when you catch a glimpse of Xavier’s back as he bends down to grab your clothes off the floor.
Bold red scratch marks color his skin, the artwork a testament to your love. You have to blink to register that yes, they look like the remnants of shooting stars and yes, you were the one who’d placed them there.
Possessiveness wells up in you. He is yours and yours alone.
“Xavier…”
He turns around, his arms holding all of your clothes and even the heels you had worn when you came to his apartment. “Hm? Do you need anything?”
You.
You shake your head, smiling. “No. It’s okay.”
He tilts his head, suspicious, but he doesn’t say anything more. In what seems to take only a second, clothes are neatly folded and placed on the nightstand, your heels are… somewhere, and Xavier comes back from the restroom with a towel in hand and snacks in the other.
“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, starlight.”
But when he bends down to place the bags of chips on the floor, the sight of his back becomes clear again, and you realize you wouldn’t trade this view for anything.
“Xavier, does it…” you turn to your side as though the darkness of the room doesn’t already hide your blush. The only light seeping in is from his bathroom, but the door basically hides it all. “Does your back hurt?”
“Not really. I mean, I got good exercise out of this.”
“No! I meant-” You bury your face in your hands, shyly trying to dodge the conversation you had initiated. “Nevermind.”
“Oh.” You can hear the realization in his tone, amusement creeping in soon after. “Are you talking about the marks on my back?”
So much for dodging the conversation.
But your star doesn’t make fun of you or make you feel even more embarrassed. Instead, he gently pries your hands off of your face, and with a smile, he murmurs, “It’s okay. I liked being marked like that.”
“Hm?” You succumb to the softness of his hand as he cups your face. Sleepiness becomes more of a losing battle now that you’re so relaxed.
“You should do it more often, but…” Xavier rubs the back of his neck. “Only if you want to, of course.”
Tiny sparkles of light surround his body as he clears his throat sheepishly.
There are no words to be said to that, your answer only coming the next time you make love to him. The only sounds for the rest of the night are your soft affectionate whines as Xavier cleans you up and the comfort movie he puts on before you both head back to bed.
Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :)
