#also shit my queue ran out

[wyvernne]

! sorry, i’m not dead. an absurd amount of things have been happening. i’ll keep y’all posted

[soulidarity]

Heyy can I pls request another hurt comfort rafayel x reader fic where you go out with him and he tries to play it cool but he’s having a really hard time with his condition and he’s dizzy/nauseous and struggling to see clearly so he needs you to help him. I love that you’re willing to explore this more it’s so :’)

hiding

out on a date at an amusement park, rafayel has a hard time keeping up

rafayel was a smart man, he thought. by presenting this persona of the whiny, princessy artist, his pain got disguised as a simple tantrum, causing the hunter to just roll her eyes the few times hed make a comment.

he wasn't sure if he wanted her to take him seriously or not. he didnt want pity, he didnt want to stip the date, he didn't want to dissapoint her. he did want to rest.

the artist was proud of himself, they had been in the amusement park for a couple of hours now and he had managed to only jokingly complain three times, playing it off. but now he was facing his mortal enemy.

the teacup ride.

resting against the railing that signaled the queue to the ride, rafayel held his head. apart from his usual leg pain, he was really dizzy. he'd manage to survive the few rollercoasters they'd had gone on, she knew he was afraid of heights so they hadn't gone on any extreme ones.

"you're quiet today, all good?" she asked, mid chewing a churro

he faked a smile, his usual one. "puh-lease cutie, how could i be not good when im with you" he gave her a peck on the cheek "just a bit embarrassed that most people in line are, like, children"

"there are some other young couples in line, dont be shy!" she offered him a bite of the treat, he waved his hand in refusal "i havent gone on this ride since I was a kid with my grandma, I'm so excited"

oh that was just great. the ride had sentimental value. now he HAD to get on.

"you look so adorable when you're excited, cutie"

it took another ten minutes before they got on. he gripped the steering wheel, noticing his shaking hands. shit. maybe he should've eaten the churro, but now it was to late, hed definitely puke it out and mc had already finished it before getting on.

with a loud countdown that hurt his head more than he'd like to admit, the ride started spinning. mc smiling at him as she spun the cup with all her might, a few seconds later she must have noticed rafayels dreadful gaze, slowing the cup down a bit. he could feel her staring as he gripped the side handles. was his façade borken? he couldn't have resisted the one minute the ride lasted? was he that pathetic?

his vision started getting blurry, the familiar white spot aura filling his vision. the tingling sensasion on his legs warning him of the pain that was coming.

the ride ended, she got off before him, offering her hand. maybe out of worry, maybe out od affection or maybe both. he appreciated that it looked just like a normal situation between boyfriend and girlfriend.

he took her hand and went to stand.

pop.

there went his left knee.

a frown was shown on his face, he couldn't fake it anymore. he struggled to straighten his leg to get up. he started panicking. why couldn't he do it? he needed to hurry or she'd start questioning. were they the last people on the ride? he needed to hurry before the ride operator started to pester them. sweat started forming. he could feel mc's grip tighten but, where was she? his vision spotty, not able of making out exactly where everything was.

he felt a familiar arm on his back, then another on the back of his knees. did mc just... pick him up in front of all these people? can fishes die from sunlight? because thats what hed hope would happen as he felt it when they left the shadowed area of the attraction.

he closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around her neck.

"i got you rafayel, hold on just a bit more."

he felt himself being laid down on a bench, the sounds of the park being drowned out. was his hearing also betraying him or had she ran extremely fast to an unoccupied area?

"im gonna lift your pants up to your knees to check if its inflamed, okay?"

her voice sounded as sweet and clear as ever, so no, his hearing wasn't bad. a win he'd happily take.

"rafayel, your knee is definitely injured. why didnt you tell me anything?"

he just grunted, maybe if he ignored everything he could play it off better.

"yel... please... look at me"

he opened his eyes, blinking aggressively to try to get the white spots to leave, but even in between them, he could make out the worried expression on her face

"you were so excited..."

"and you were in pain! when did you start feeling bad"

"well, my knee always hurts, but it started hurting more by the second ride we got on. standing for so long in the queues messes me up a bit. then i started getting dizzy and by the time the teacups were done i had lost a bit of my vision, pretty sure i have a migraine too because god did that annoying music hurt my brain."

"have you ever gone to the doctor? has this happened before?"

he scoffed, "go for what? im fine. and i have gone before, its genetic, has no cure. i can fix my legs a bit with exercise but it hurts to do it, and i spend so much time painting that i honestly forget about it. ive had an mri, the spots and dizziness aren't cause by a tumor, they cant figure our a main cause apart from me staying up in the darkness painting and stress." he sighed "i didnt want to ruin our date with this because im just learning to live with it, today is just a bad day, i can usually handle this."

she looked serious, looking him up and down before turning around and squatting in front of the bench

"get on my back?"

"wh- wha- mc! I'm fine! I can walk"

"I know, but cant i carry my lovely boyfriend?"

rafayel reluctantly got on, he felt a bit embarrassed but at this point, whats he got to lose. he hid his face on her shoulder.

after a few minutes they sat down at a cafe, it was nicely decorated but not a lot of people were there.

"ill get you something to eat, then we're gonna discuss this."

as soon as she left, he slumped into the chair. this was not how he wanted the day to go.

soon after, she came back with a pastry and a milkshake, dropping them off infront of him before sitting down "alright, so what do you want me to do?"

"excuse me?"

"how do you want me to react, how do I help you and when do you rather i leave you alone"

rafayel thought for a bit "i guess, i dont want you to leave, first of all. but dont treat me like im weak, dont pity me... ill try to be more honest about how im feeling so we can take it slow, but i dont want this to change how we hang out, i like what we do. its just... my body being stupid"

she held his hand "its not stupid, things happen. i have my fair amount of medical issues and you know that. do you think im weak because of my heart disease?" rafayel shook his head "see! its not weakness, its just a hurdle, but it shows we can deal with a lot more stuff and it'll take a lot more to bri g us down"

rafayel chuckled "thats corny..."

"yeah well i learnt it from my grandma so be respectful young man!"

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as soon as i got this request, my brain started giving me a hundred ideas. i landed on this one, but maybe another time if youd like i could explore more of rafayel letting mc help him with his vision and nausea stuff since shed now know about his condition.

once again, this is heavily projecting because i have similar medical issues so i write from my experience, these types of medical conditions can vary a lot from person to person. im not saying the diagnosis on purpose, so that more people can feel represented. most of the symptoms are related to things he has in canon

[curated-hdg]

On Domestication Of Masters by 4WheelSword and sheepwave

Released: December 2024

46k words; ongoing; writing as of chapter 11

Noteworthy tags: CW: Nietzsche, This Blorbo Is A Genuinely Awful Person We Do Not Condone Her Shitty Worldview, But It Sure Is Going To Be Fun Watching It Crumble

A hard Master/submissive willbreaking fic with maidplay and dollification elements. On the icy moon of Ganymede, an independent human, Frida, is scheming. She considers herself to be above all others, affini and terran alike. They just don’t have it figured out like she does; that the affini exist to serve those humans willing to see themselves as the true philisophical Masters of the universe. She just wants to get one little (rather cruel) feralist broadcast out to hurt the Affini as much as possible, then volunteer for the cushiest caretaker she can find to pamper her while she reads philosophy and pats herself on the back for being so, so smart. Let’s see how that plays out for her!

Frida really does kind of take the "shitty HDG protagonist" crown of tinfoil and toilet paper. She's a dyed-in-the-wool philosophical fascist, who was radicalized into acts of feralism (and outright terrorism!) after the compact showed up. She is also very intentionally a mirror held up to certain particularly online brands of modern fascism, most notably the alt-right, and this fic follows the process of her domestication under the feralbreaker Ophidia, who is quite interested in sparring intellectually with her pet. In the process, we get to watch her literally beat the fascism out of Frida, forcing her to confront the ways in which her own worldview fails her and makes her miserable.

It is... incredible.

I've known ODOM was going to be one to watch from the moment I heard that Sheepwave and 4WheelSword were collaborating again. Their last collaboration, the disgustingly hot forcefemme feralbreaking misogny kink fic "Alder's Prize" (And its lesbian counterpart, Adelira's Prize) was incredible, and the pitch on this one was just as good. When I then heard that the two authors were working together specifically because they both have experience dealing with online fascist deradicalization, I, as a longtime fan of InnuendoStudios, Dan Olson, PhilosophyTube, and similar antifascist video essayists, started to squee a little bit inside. When I read the first few chapters, I fell in love with this absolute prickly prick of a wet cat protagonist and the even pricklier affini responsible for her wellbeing.

(If it helps, imagine Frida not as a dangerous terrorist, but like a wet cat trying to knock over a glass vase on the counter. Yeah, she sucks, but she's harmless, on the way to getting better, and Ophidia can't get enough of her grumpy cat face!)

When I heard that the planned scope is likely to be upwards of 40 chapters, I started losing it. Honestly, I've mostly held off writing about it because it's clear it's going somewhere, and I'd like it to start getting there before I really dig into it as a recommendation. Chapter 11 marks the point where I can say, with absolute certainty, that ODOM is going to be a goddamn masterpiece. Seriously, you have to see this shit. Another floret straight-up tells Frida, "Oh, you're a fascist fascist. Ohhhh ok. My grandma would have killed you and been right to do so. Thank goodness the affini compact means we don't have to kill fascists any more!"

Sheepwave's art is always pretty damn impressive, but it's clear that there are some stops being pulled out on ODOM, artistically and thematically. The way color is very carefully used is actually genius, and the sudden explosion of color in the last chapter... FUCK.

I'm gonna be honest, y'all, what happened here was that I read the 11th chapter of ODOM and immediately ran over to the tumblr blog I use to recommend good fics to gush at length about it. (And then accidentally posted it instead of editing and queueing it.) It is incredible. It is reminiscent of the Nell/Andoa scenes from No Gods No Masters in the best possible ways. And the ART.

I mean... Fuck. What do I even say to that? I guess I could say fuck again. FUCK!

One last note. The authors have stated that, much in the same way that Alder's Prize is a love letter to the original HDG, that ODOM calls in a similar way to the spirit of fics like Abscission and No Gods, No Masters... and intends to have a similar scope in terms of the size of the story and the universe. I may in fact never recover from this one.

And you know what? In spite of that massive, grand scope that's planned... if it never released another chapter, it'd still be incredible and absolutely worth reading. Get in now, get in early, keep up to date. You do not want to miss this one.

[dethronetheveil]

Bet on Me- Chapter Two

Synopsis: When Freya’s band gets invited to be an opener on Bad Omen’s EU tour, she is both thrilled and extremely nervous. Meanwhile, the boys in Bad Omens decide to have some fun, specifically involving Freya and Folio. Some bets are involved and some group conspiring. What will come of Freya’s time with Folio and the boys?

Characters: OC [Freya] x Folio

Word Count: 934

Tag List: @foliosgirl , @dsireland86 , @lacy1986 , @dominuslunae , @ladyveronikawrites [let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the next part!]

Trigger Warnings: Cursing [let me know if I missed anything!]

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“Folio, Dude, I am begging you to stop beating on the table. Please,” Noah begged from across the tour bus.

Folio tuned back into the movement of his own fingers, realizing he had been slamming his metal spoon against the six by six “dinner table” in front of him. “Sorry guys, I think I zoned out,” he responded quickly, whilst throwing the spoon across the hardwood floor as a way to appease the guys.

“You think? You’ve been doing that shit for the past like ten minutes,” Noah responded, kicking the spoon back in Folio’s direction with a light chuckle.

“Oh no, don’t fucking kick it back towards him. You’re just giving him ammunition,” Jolly piped in, walking into the main area of the bus, emerging from the back.

Folio put his hands up in surrender, “Fine, if my drumming bothers you guys so bad, then I guess I’ll never do it again,” he responded with a playful eyebrow raise.

“Good, maybe then I can get some fucking sleep,” Nick responded from the bunks. He then emerged from the top bunk, rubbing his eyes as if on queue. He sat where the rest of the guys were congregated and ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly.

“Dude, you’re just lucky you have the top bunk. I can feel every fucking time you move,” Folio finally responded, trying to change the subject from his drumming habits.

With a yawn and a cheeky grin, Nick just nodded. Folio looked around at the other two guys. He could tell everyone was tired, but no one wanted to concede. Folio thought it would be worth it to try and start up another conversation to try and re-energize everyone, “So, what did everyone think of the girls?”

Noah and Jolly answered in unison, “Soph is hot.” Nick just nodded in agreement, and then added, “I think G is also cute.”

Jolly chuckled and added, “I also wouldn’t mind spending some time with Luna.”

“Dude she seemed pretty into you,” Noah added, backhanding Jolly’s bicep.

Jolly let out another chuckle and then the room went silent. It was as if everyone was thinking the same thing but no one wanted to say it out loud.

Noah and Jolly let out a breath, while Nick snorted a bit, “I don’t think the blonde one liked me very much.” Once Nick said what everyone was thinking, the tense silence looming in the air dispersed.

“Dude, I don’t think she liked anyone very much,” Jolly responded.

“She’s kind of hot though,” Folio let out without even thinking. He watched as the other three guys turned their heads to look at him. He immediately regretted saying anything when Nick let out another chuckle. Folio picked up the spoon that was kicked back to him and threw it towards Nick, which did succeed in shutting him up for the time being. Folio focused his attention back towards Noah and Jolly, and he could see the gears turning in Noah’s brain.

“What, Noah?”

“What? I didn’t say anything,” Noah replied defensively, but Folio could tell he was up to something due to Noah’s wide grin growing by the second.

“Then why the fuck does your face look like that?”

“Ah, Folio, don’t stoop to insulting Noah’s face. He’s gorgeous,” Jolly said as he grabbed Noah’s chin and let out a wild laugh. The rest of the guys followed suit with laughter.

“No, man, I just had a thought,” Noah finished.

“I don’t like your ideas.”

“Well, my ideas are why we’re on this tour,” Noah responded with a lift of his eyebrows.

“Fair point. Go on.” Folio could feel the attention of Nick and Jolly and suddenly was overwhelmed with anticipation for what Noah had to say next.

“How interested are you in the top bunk?”

Folio looked at Nick, assuming Noah was referring to his, “Uhh-“

Noah cut Folio off, noticing his attention went directly to Nick, “Not his. I wouldn’t do that to Nicky. I meant mine. I don’t care.”

Folio hesitated for a moment, not sure where this was all coming from, “Okay… But what are you suggesting?”

“Well, since you think blondie is so hot, I would love to see if you can get her to go on… hmm, let’s see… three dates with you. If you can do that, the top bunk is yours.”

A chorus of laughter erupted from Jolly and Nick and Folio couldn’t help but blush slightly, tilting his head down to hide the redness in his cheeks. He looked back up to the guys, “Yo, shut the fuck up for a second. I feel like that wasn’t a lot of details. Like, what is considered a date? How much time do I have? Etcetera…”

“Okay, okay. Great questions. Let’s say a date would be spending more than an hour together. Can be literally anything you want. And you have a month, so that the top bunk will be worth your while.”

Folio stared a Noah for a moment, “And you’re being deadass fucking serious?”

“Fucking serious,” Noah responded, holding his hand out for Folio as if to sanctify this bet.

Folio’s hand wavered as he thought for a moment. On one hand, the top bunk would be nice and he did think blondie was hot. But, on the other hand she was kind of a miserable person, not to mention she didn’t seem to like him all that much. Folio weighed the pros and cons in his head for a few more seconds before he finally shook Noah’s hand with a smirk, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

[yuri-cocaine]

trucking along on msq

-bakool ja ja i owe you an apology. i wasn't familiar with your game.

-i ran into some fuckass weirdo who held up the whole run of skydeep cenote to complain about how much they hate msq. holy shit ive never seen anyone do this even for arr and sb. i tried vote kicking but it didnt work :/ block v'runja raqu on balmung to save yourself a big headache

-every zone is gorjus but my fav zone so far is urqopacha, fav zone music is kozama'uka, and fav towns are in yak tel. theres something really cozy about hroth town and mamook is a beautiful stonework city in a blue magical forest. mamook reminds me of lost city of amdapor but Blue. ive headcanoned yuma's hometown of camoa village to be something similar so maybe i can gpose in mamook instead of queueing into amdapor

-zoraal ja is my failhusband. all he does is scowl and want everyone to die in a big war. talking to everyone in the landsguard hq is kinda funny bc they're all like uhhhhh when's commander zoraal ja coming back. is he even coming back or...???

-awwww im glad wuk lamat made koana co-dawnservant ;w; now they can build infrastructure

-gulool ja ja's "oh right" when he tried looked at his brother's head and stopped casting his big fireball is rly sad now bc his brother isn't asleep, he's dead :( imagine living with your brother's dead head grafted onto your body for three years. what if it....starts to smell bad......

-as much as i like wuk lamat, i really didnt enjoy the feats so im really excited to travel xak tural with erenville. shaaloani's desert landscape is also gorjus with the graphics update bc before all that sand would just be a badly textured lump (sagolii desert...)

-the fact that ppl in shaaloani have american accents is taking me out LMFAO

-my theory for why erenville has such a strong icelandic accent is bc in addition to taking an eastern viera name, he also copied the eastern viera accent. as for why vieras living in othard have icelandic accents, uh...other than it being a carry over from ff12, maybe viera language is just. icelandic. but in dalmasca.

-ive always thought sharlayan is the scandinavia of etheirys but they're also greek-ish so who even knows at this point.

-in elpis, there's a sidequest where an ancient has a yellowish cactuar called notos 626 and he couldn't think of a suitable name for it. in urqopacha, the same kind of cactuar is all over the place and they're called notocactuar!!! so in the end, i guess he never named it :0

-why are the nopalitenders so fucked up.......estinien likes eating them tho

-i bet my cowboy boots that the sheriff in town is corrupt and it's up to a rootin' tootin' by god be shootin' young upstart to challenge him and restore peace to the wild west

-and by that, i mean the wol. wol will restore peace. i love that erenville just does not fight at all, so when those mad max from shein lookin ass bandits threatened to hang erenville up by the ears i got so protective of him LMFAO eat the full force of my level 100 burst bitch

-im not fucking bakool ja ja

[kruxton]

hello hello welcome to the party! im the only one here

please... call me krux. kruxton was my father. (krux, rusty, or if you knew me way back when i used a bunch of other names, feel free to call me those too)

there is no rhyme or reason to this blog: i rb whatever, whenever and wherever. the queue is my enemy multifandom and also personal blog. stay tuned for more wacky misadventures (what the fuck was that!!!!)

overexplained and also frankly unnecessary tag system under the cut ⬇️⬇️

#fave -> posts that i like a slight bit more than normal. ranges from the funniest posts ever to 'im in this picture and i dont like it' stuff

#the fave -> platinum tier #fave. only difference is that these ones Spoke to me

#krux watches *media* OR #krux reads *media* are my liveblogging tags. so far there's one piece, dungeon meshi and friends variants if thats anything

#my art -> no... dont look through there please... i pooped out a single piece and Never again. i will get there eventually though

#chronicles of a hopeless guy -> join me on my journey through quite possibly the most embarassing crush ever (at least for me ok this shit never happens to me)

yeah ok i ran out of tags to yap about. hope u enjoyed leave a like and subscribe for more awesome content from your favourite guy

[dumbflickerideas]

This blog has kinda been dead for bit and it kinda was getting a little awkward at times so I’m wondering if we wanted to revamp this?

not to a new confessions blog bc that blog has been dead and I’m pretty sure the person who ran it is out of the flicker fandom and also that shit was terrifying and I’d feel awful if I were caught in a conflict like that

so I’m taking inspiration from my ongoing tag of a few years (the FHCD) and thinking of making this blog a hub for people to share ideas and headcanons and concepts! People could submit them/submit them via ask and I could put them on a queue !

[disastrouscanasta]

i simply MUST know more!!!

luztoye x-men au drives me MENTAL. it's my bastard child but i support it nonetheless. always famous to me, luztoye x-men au.

the lore is all over the place but toye is vaguely wolverine and he and luz are In Love. queue mutant school nonsense and also angst because toye can't stay with luz and has to figure shit out. you know how it is

have a snippet for reading that ^ word vomit

“You’d like the kids, Joe,” George said. His mouth was still turned up in a smile, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “They’d like you.”

“I’m not a teacher.” Joe said. They’d been over it before, time and time again. Joe thought about it when he was away, and when they were together, George always asked him the same thing, will you stay this time?

“Neither was I. Hell, they made a teacher out of Speirs. You could do it too.”

Joe just shook his head. He knew the script to this, same as George. “I can’t, I have to—“

“I know.” George conceded, placing his hand over Joe’s. “You’ve gotta do this for you. That it’s not about me. Maybe, one day you’ll do things for us.”

“George—“ It wasn’t them, never had been.

“No,” George stroked the back of Joe’s hand delicately, too soft. He knew that he didn’t have to be so gentle, didn’t he? “It’s not about the team, Joe. It’s about— no one else misses you as much as I do.”

“I miss you. Every time.”

There was an easy answer, then stay. But that wasn’t how it worked. It was an empty thing to say, especially when they both knew that it wasn’t possible.

Something in Joe, though, wanted to promise it. To tell George that he’d take a step back and that they could finally build something. Something real. But that wasn’t possible, not now, maybe not ever.

George cast his eyes down, he ran his thumb over the soft skin around Joe’s knuckles.

“You’re the toughest guy I know.” He said. “You’re— well, you’re probably the safest one of any of us. Can’t hurt you, Joe.”

“It does hurt.” Joe said. “Every time.”

“I know. But you’re always gonna be okay. I know that, I’ve seen it. I’ve seen you come back from gunshots, fucking explosions. You’ve been torn apart and somehow you always put yourself back together. That’s a fact. Still keeps me up at night, though. I wonder if you’re alright. Maybe something happened to you, and you’re stuck somewhere, but there’s no one to help you. Maybe you’re in pain. Maybe—“

He dropped his hand to the metal of Joe’s right leg. Firm and unyielding, startlingly inhuman, same as it has been for years.

[submasbrainrot]

so. briefly popping out of the void to tell a funny story.

I got stuck in a restarting error loop earlier this month with the Masters update and accidentally deleted my save data while trying to fix it. because I am dumb.

(I think I fixed the same issue once before by uninstalling and reinstalling the game. however. instead of doing that. I got confused and did something similar but very different. I cleared the storage. which, as you might know if you are smarter than I was in that moment, deletes your data.)

It was not connected to my nintendo account because I had apparently played like five minutes of it on a different phone in 2019 and linked that account to my nintendo account and never figured out how to unlink it to link the newer one I started earlier this year.

:(

so I was gonna just go 'welp I guess I'll just stop playing Masters forever then!' but out of curiosity I booted up my 2019 account to use whatever gems I had there to pull for sygna ingo and emmet and... actually got both of them? on the first try??? I literally got three emmets in my first pull on that banner. like. holy shit. my luck has never been that good, before or since.

then i blasted through story mode to get enough gems to 5/5 both of them.

i do kind of miss having akari's samurott ceaseless edge through everything and i had like 60k gems saved up on my old account but i do have superawakened sygna submas on this account now and apparently that's enough to keep me playing the game.

anyway. hope you have a nice day! i know i haven't drawn in a while but i do still intend to get back into it eventually. maybe even soon!

also whoops just noticed the queue ran out, i'll try to remember to fix that tomorrow

(and finally, proof of my ridiculous luck)

[sovaharbor]

actually stupid as fuck, who even asked for this

mark my words they're going to replace every or just about every free reward in the BP now with a loot box that has horrible odds for anything good and they're going to shrug their shoulders and say "you guys wanted loot boxes back!" when they missed the entire fucking point of WHY we've been saying we want them back

they're not even trying anymore. this is just widowmaker's face copy-pasted onto likely one of their new default female body models with big huge thighs for the gooners. (my friend pointed out she is also literally just a shittier version of sova from valorant)

"the most unique abilities yet" is really fucking concerning when they just released hazard who is the most disgustingly overpowered hero yet

once again with more feeling: WHO THE FUCK ASKED FOR THIS. why are you wasting development time on shit like this that NOBODY FUCKING ASKED FOR. i don't know if HoTS is dying or what, but fucking christ, leave it out of this game!!!

they also announced they're doing map reworks of ciravasa & junker city which, quite frankly, i think if maybe they weren't blowing dev budget/time on stupid modes that literally nobody asked for (why are they rolling these Mods and Perks things out when these could've all been in the pve you promised us was the reason you were making overwatch 2 for) they could, idk, design good maps the first time around

also something-something they're bringing in a comp queue for 6v6 but it has role queue, and also in the regular "classic" 6v6 they're bringing back the goats meta for some bizarre reason. which is probably why there's role queue for comp 6v6. scrambling to pull back everyone who ran to rivals with 6v6 + lootboxes, but they're missing the entire point of why we've been angry for years about them taking these things away, so who genuinely fucking cares

it's just absolutely fucking mind-boggling to see all of this. how do you try to appeal to the people you lost by doubling down on your horrible decisions AND THEN SIMULTANEOUSLY TRIPLE DOWN ON THEM AT THE SAME TIME.

the only other game i've been so blindly enraged by is dragon age the veilguard. thank u and goodbye

[swanimagines]

Thoughts: As many of you know, my to-do list is VERY long. I have some ideas how to shorten wait times below.

So as a recap, I had a "spamming event" in the end of 2021 because I was quickly running low on requests and I got new ones way too slow, I was afraid of a publishing gap and people complaining why I'm not posting as much as I did through 2021. During that event, I got 100+ requests within just 24 hours.

I genuinely thought I would handle it as I always had. 6 months tops and everything would be out. But 2022 began terribly, and it crashed everything I had planned. I don't wish to pour a trauma dump on you, but I had a massive pile of surprise paperwork I had to do all by myself, related to my dad's death. The paperwork ran from January to May 2022, and began again in August, running to November. The whole 2022 was full of stress for me and I ended up burning out, which also contributed to me ditching Tumblr and moving to AO3 for 1 ½ years with my fics. 2023 was also a tough year and last year was tough for different reasons. March was euphoric but the rest of the year was full of shit.

Why I have my requests open if I can't fill them as quickly as other writers? Well, because my past experiences with closing requests has been that every single time I turn down requests because of them being closed, I either a) get begged to do it anyway or b) I get hate about it. It stressed me out way more than having an overstuffed to-do list and further discouraged me from writing so I was like fine, let's do it your way then.

Why I don't clear my drafts and start over? Because I don't want to. I will delete requests if the requesters of those no longer want me to do them or if they won't answer to my questions for clarifications or alter suggestions, but one reason why I don't want to clear my requests is that there's also a bunch of requests I definitely don't want to let go if it's up to me. And clearing everything except for those would also expose me for hate.

Possible solution: The vast majority of requests left from the spamming event are from an anon who participated in the spamming event, and despite their ideas being GOLDEN, I've considered pushing those back and only do them occassionally to give space for others. I've already published a big bunch of requests they sent me during that, so I think it would be fair. I will not delete them, but I'd only give space to my other requests. That would also give a shorter posting time to my new requests.

Like right now my queue has 9 requests from them. So now I'm planning to only do requests from others than them for some time before filling one request from them again.

[pudgecuddles]

Yoongi who’s not used to physical affection from Taehyung but still wants to show how much he loves him by feeding him. Which then turns to also surprising him with new clothes as he grows fatter. Before long, Yoongi has a massive Taehyung on his hands.

“This looks like kind of a lot, Yoongi.” Taehyung stared at the spread of take out in front of them.

“Yeah, maybe.” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “But hey, there’s always leftovers. Besides I know that Thai’s your favorite, you can have a little of everything and pack the rest away.”

Taehyung hummed, contemplating his options before shrugging and loading up his first plate with, like Yoongi said, a little of everything. “If I end up eating all of this, it’s your fault.”

Yoongi held up his hands in surrender. “Got it. Got it.”

Plopping themselves down on the sofa, they started up the movie they were going to watch, Ratatouille. It was Taehyung’s favorite movie and always inspired an appetite in him.

Needless to say, there were no leftovers that night.

-

“Heal me dammit!” Taehyung shouted as he tapped frantically on his keyboard. “Can we get a fucking Medic on our team already?! Red is pulverizing us! They have Uber already!”

The match ended shortly after, Blu team having failed to prevent the bomb from being pushed into their base.

Yoongi walked in with a platter of snacks just as Taehyung smacked his forehead in exasperation. “Did we really need three fucking Gibus Snipers? Really?”

“Playing casual matches again?” Yoongi was amused at how vocal Taehyung always got when he played his games. “You know that comp has better communication.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I just don’t wanna be roasted for maining Demoknight, okay? Casual doesn’t give a shit.”

“True.” Yoongi wanted to lean in and kiss his boyfriend sweetly, but hot embarrassment ran through him at the thought of potential rejection. Instead, he offered the tray to Taehyung. “I made you a consolation prize…”

Taehyung’s eyes bugged out at the sight of all his favorite snacks placed so prettily on the platter. “Yoongi, you shouldn’t have. That’s so sweet of you!” It didn’t matter to Taehyung in that moment that he had just eaten breakfast, or that he was actually trying to lose a few pounds. The kind, loving gesture from his boyfriend outranked silly little diets.

Taehyung grabbed a butter cracker dolloped with nutella and popped the whole thing in his mouth at once. “Mmmmmm…”

Yoongi took that as approval. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it-”

“Nuh-uh.” Taehyung swallowed audibly. “You’re always my good luck charm, I’m keeping you here.”

Taehyung stood up just then, pulling his tight shirt down his newly grown belly. Yoongi gulped at the sight. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, now come over here and sit.” Taehyung gestured towards his large, comfortable gaming chair.

Confused, Yoongi obediently sat on the chair, sinking into it’s softness. Hmm, this was nice.

Suddenly, all of Taehyung’s weight dropped onto Yoongi’s lap. “Oof! What-?”

“Sorry Yoongi, but you’re trapped now!” Taehyung grinned, lowering the chair so that he could reach the keyboard from his elevated position. “I knew you’d say no if I asked, so I tricked you.”

Cheeky brat. Yoongi Smiled, glad that his boyfriend was one to take initiative.

Taehyung got into queue for a new game as Yoongi tried to get comfortable. They have had Taehyung sit on Yoongi’s lap in the past, but this was different.

You see, Taehyung was 33 pounds heavier than last time, and Yoongi felt every ounce of it.

He knew only because he checked their scale’s history feature. Taehyung used to hover around 137 pounds, now the chubby boy clocked in at 170.

170 pounds sat right on Yoongi’s poor dick.

This was going to be a long match…

-

After months of weekly take out, and daily snacking sessions, it was about time that Taehyung started having trouble with his pants. He’d grown a little bottom heavy over time and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand he really didn’t care what size he was, but on the other, he values Yoongi’s opinion more than anything in the world. What if he was grossed out by him?

Thoughts for later.

Grunting and groaning, Taehyung’s double belly wobbled viciously as he jumped up and down trying to squeeze his dimpled thunder thighs into his favorite pair of jeans. It’d been a while since he’s worn them, having defaulted to his comfier pair of sweats for the past month and a half while he was between jobs.

Now, he had a job interview in an hour and needed to wear something other than stained sweatpants and BO coated tank top. Besides, that one tended to leave a bit of his lower belly hanging out to jiggle for all to see. It was fine when he was at home alone or with Yoongi, but he somehow doubted that a potential employer would approve of it.

“Dammit!” Taehyung flopped onto his bed, causing the springs to creak from the sudden weight. “I guess 276 pounds is officially the limit for Levi’s…”

With a brief knock at the door, Yoongi came in to see Taehyung looking like someone gave up on pulling the pants up their too fat Barbie doll and just tossed it on their bed for later. “Taehyungie?”

“Don’t start. I know how I look.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Yoongi held up one hand in surrender, the other holding a medium sized box. “I actually brought you something that I think will help you out.”

Taehyung lifted his head, giving himself a double chin. “What is it? A present?”

“Kinda…” Yoongi blushed. “I saw the other day that you kept pulling down your shirt, so I decided to grab you some more clothes… Uhm, bigger ones.” He mumbled that last part, hoping that Taehyung didn’t take the gesture badly.

Taehyung again wasn’t sure how to feel. Yoongi went out of his way to cater to his larger size and buy him new clothes, that had to mean that he didn’t hate him right? Otherwise, Taehyung had no qualms about going up in size, it was just part of getting fatter.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Taehyung smiled, deciding to be touched by the effort. “Lemme try ‘em on.”

The ones on top of the pile, XXL, fit perfectly.

Both men ignored the bottom pile of XXXXL outfits.

Besides, it was smart to have clothes with room to grow on hand.

-

“-Urp!- Can I have some more, Yoonie?” Taehyung burped politely into his fist. “I’m all out…” He set down his big gulp cup in the cup holder of their new sofa, Taehyung having broken their old one.

Yoongi called out from the kitchen, “Coming up!” The sound of a blender cut out anything else he might have said.

Taehyung’s tummy grumbled. The large double belly hung off of the couch, between his legs and rested on the floor. It’d been over a year since he’d started seriously gaining weight and he already found that most of his days began and ended with his massive ass on the sofa, stuffing his face with whatever Yoongi presented to him.

It was a special occasion this time though, he’d reached 637 pounds that morning. A full 500 pounds more than his starting weight. He and Yoongi never really discussed what they were doing with Taehyung’s body, they just both knew they didn’t mind it. Maybe it was a subconscious effort to see how far they could go, maybe it was just their love language in action. Either way, Taehyung had seriously ballooned and he didn’t care at all.

“Here you are.” Yoongi stepped into the living room, handing a second big gulp cup to Taehyung. “I added some prunes this time. You know you need more fiber.”

“But Hyung!” Taehyung whined. “You know that makes me gassy…”

“Everything makes you gassy nowadays.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“True.” Taehyung sighed. He brought the cup up to his lips ad began gulping.

And gulping.

And gulping.

He whined slighting as the mixture hit his stomach heavily. Yoongi immediately came over and began massaging his taught upper belly. Willing his stomach to digest faster. To grow fatter.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Sluuuuurp…

Gasping for air, Taehyung hiccuped loudly. “That- hic! Was so good, Yoongi.”

-UUUUURP!-

Taehyung let out a loud belch.

Yoongi continued rubbing his hard gut, encouraging the release of gas, used to it by now. “That’s it baby, keep going.”

-Buur…BrrruUUUUUUuUuuUup!”-

That last one was gurgley.

Panting and still hiccuping, Taehyung rested his chubby hands on his bulging love handles and squeezed. “Look what your excellent cooking has done to me, Yoongi. I’m huge!”

“I know, Taehyungie.” Yoongi slipped his hand into Taehyung’s cavernous belly button, hidden between his sagging upper and lower bellies and wiggled his long fingers. “I know.”

Taehyung moaned, only recently getting used to Yoongi’s courageous showings of affection. “Y-Yeah… Here’s to another 500.”

End.

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[oldxenomorph]

one more rogue trader post before 2024 ends? of course, i have to type all these thoughts before they leave my brain forever.

finally ran into marazhai. i mean i technically already ran into him briefly on that prison world, but now i met him for real. got me to show up with the ol' distress beacon trick.

i know the fandom nickname for him is marzipan, but mentally my brain says "mazapán" and i think of de la rosa mazapán.

maybe he'll chillax if he has a mazapán. keep it together, man. i haven't even gotten to kiava gamma yet, i've been busy with other shit.

found a weird planet with a bottomless pit of sentient darkness and made it submit to me. loved it so much!!

did the aeldari survivor mission for yrliet and ohh my god 😢 yrliet's conversation with you in your quarters afterwards, i wanted to hug her....

(what an absolutely sensationally written character, she is so sensitive to the plight of her people and her development as she slowly opens up to you? i love her so much!!)

FIGURED OUT HOW TO CHART NEW COURSES. no wonder so much weird and strange and unsettling shit was happening on my ship whenever i did 5987394832094 warp jumps just to get to places of interest.

RAN INTO GENESTEALERS ON A PLANET WITH A WEIRD CULTIST WHO WORSHIPS THE "EMPEROR-PROGENITOR" AND I WAS DELIGHTED!!!

THE WAY EVERYONE IN MY RETINUE WAS FREAKING OUT. THE WAY THE GENESTEALERS WERE MAKING NOISES IN THE CEILING AND WALLS. THE WAY THEY JUMPED DOWN INTO THE HALLS. VERY ALIEN, EXTREMELY GOOD!!!

(friends, do we think that cultist was worshipping a derelict reaper like the one in me2? i'd like to think so.)

made progress on argenta's quest (which getting very interesting), finished jae's personal quest (i can't believe the game made me wait in line like i was at the fuckin' dmv.... i bribed a nice old man and i got heinrix to use his inquisitor privileges to get me to higher in the queue.... insane of owlcat, really)

I FINISHED KIBELLAH'S "A CARD INVERTED" QUEST AND I AM IN SHAMBLES!!!!

i didn't know that the assassination plot quest was actually part of her personal quest and ohhh my god, suddenly it got even better.

first off, the ritual where she sews your eyes shut so you and her can become one? and you see a glowing red labyrinth in the pitch blackness? my heart 🥰 she is so warm and tender with her love for you, she wants to let you in. attachment is not weakness, my love! (also, kibbellah, my love. are you a psyker? i think you might be.)

the twinning ritual before the hunt, where you and her become one again? i love all of these rituals, yes i will gladly participate in every single one, just for you.

THE PART WHERE YOU PLAY AS HER? THE WRITING OF HER INTERIORITY AND HOW POETIC AND SHARP IT IS? AND THEN SHE THINKS OF YOU AND CHANNELS YOUR VOICE? AND THEN SHE THINKS OF YOU AGAIN DURING HER DIVINATION WITH THE TAROT CARDS?

after the kelermorph fight, i was so distraught when i failed the first test (i forget which characteristic it was) to get kibellah to look at me, BUT THEN I FAILED THE FELLOWSHIP TEST AND SHE GOT SHOT!!! but after talking to her, there's some unique dialogue about how the bullet wound caused her pain for the first time and she thought of me. 🥺 my love, i was so scared. (i also get the feeling this questline isn't entirely finished.)

(also her getting shot works for me storywise because i am thinking that maybe it's the start of her indoctrination. an opening in the body.)

[amyisherenowitsokay]

Hi! I was re-reading the soulmate’s AU you did and I wondered how the story would have changed if our little fella saw underneath the wrist band sooner than he did. Like years prior or something? Like would he go bananas and go in denial or go bananas and try and tell her or he’d wait until he thought she would be ready to know? Because in the fic you made him more mature due of him kinda ‘growing up’ with everyone else so then I just wondered how his obnoxious little snot self would take it before he gained that maturity yk?

OOOOooooh I'm super into this question. Tysm for sending it in!

(Btw, this question references the ZAGR Soulmates AU from this fic, if anyone would like to check it out) Long answer under the cut, as I'm incapable of answering in short sentences.

If Zim had found out that he was Gaz's soulmate when they were kids, like let's say in the sort of maturity he was at during the cartoon, it would've been pretty disastrous lmao. Let's also assume he didn't find out during a moment when he could be interrupted, like in the fic.

Assuming that he understood what a human soulmate was in it's entirety when he found out, initially, he would've been very surprised. Shocked. He probably would've ran. Really solidified that it was what he thought it was before acting.

And then, IMMEDIATELY thereafter, he would've been incredibly smug. Gaz and Dib probably would've found out at the same time when he tried to use it to antagonize Dib. This would initially just be something that he could throw in his enemy's face. Some "Your planet is mine, Dib, and even your very sister is branded with my name!" kind of shit.

Gaz would fully have a crisis. Neither Membrane would initially believe him. Zim would probably do a lot of grandiose shit, like bringing Gaz huge bouquets of flowers solely to say something like "for my MATE" really loudly and smugly in front of Dib. It probably wouldn't initially even register that she was more than a tool to weaponize against Earth's self-proclaimed savior. Initially, the Membranes would realize that this bit of his was going on way too long. Dib would then make it his mission to learn to read Irken rather than just recognize the language waaaaay sooner than he would in the original AU to confirm that actually, yeah, Gaz's soulmate is Zim. Queue crisis for the humans.

Zim would eventually grow bored of the big showy displays. It's still really funny to him, but Dib also has other buttons to push, and he's got to keep all his insults fresh so he's not to be so predictable. Once he moves on though, it occurs to him that the end of the joke doesn't actually negate the fact that Gaz is still his soulmate. And just as stated in the AU, he has certain obligations towards her. He won't be dishonored by not fulfilling his end of the bond. An Irken caught neglecting their mate would be a laughingstock.

Gaz would start to notice the things he does to account for his obligations.

Minimoose starts hanging around her during large, explosion-worthy fights. She doesn't know why, and is pretty neutral about it, until a panicking citizen nearly runs into her. Minimoose's shield activates suddenly, protecting her, and leaving her really surprised. This happens whenever any debris, person, or other form of harm enters her vicinity. A couple times, Zim's robo-parents check her out of school and take her to his base. She doesn't see Zim, but she finds out later he was trying to blow up the campus again. She catches Minimoose or Gir hanging around her house when she's home alone. Sometimes, if she's in a rare good mood, she let's them hang out in her room while she does homework. Occasionally, she even talks to them.

She rarely, if ever, actually interacts with Zim. She gets the (correct) feeling pretty quickly that Zim's not really 'interested,' per se. That he's just doing his duty. The few times she does see him, like when he has to personally squirrel her to safety somewhere, they don't really acknowledge the elephant in the room. He just sort of watches her, and she mostly ignores him. It works for them. Nothing really changes, and that's just fine for both of them. Gaz might even prefer it. She'd probably end up assuming Zim was her soulmate because he was designed to just leave her alone.

Zim considers her a scary pet he has to keep an eye on. He sometimes eavesdrops on her conversations with his minions just because he can, and because he's curious. He doesn't really register it as bad or a progression of his interest in her. Just making sure his scary pet is fine. If he learns what snacks she prefers so that he can keep them in his base on the days he needs to kidnap her to keep her from bitching, well, whatever.

Eventually, Zim would inevitably kidnap her on a bad day. He'd interrupt something important, and she'd snap at him to just postpone whatever Big Evil Scheme(tm) he had that day. They'd argue about it, but eventually, Zim starts checking schemes against her schedule. He already (sort of) schedules schemes for convenient times for Dib, so that he enemy is not distracted by stupid things like homework or doctors appointments. It's not a big deal to check in with Gaz, too.

I think they'd be content with this small cordiality until Tak showed up. It'd just be too big of a catalyst not to matter. Whereas in the original AU, Zim is real sneaky out of necessity, in this situation where EVERYONE is aware of what's going on, Zim is WAAAYYY more territorial. It's one thing to screen and preemptively Gaz's social media from receiving messages from humans that could be interpreted as solicitous, but it's an entirely other for an Irken to actually show up and start spewing threats at her.

Suddenly Zim is alllll over her. Walks her to and from class. Camps outside on her roof, whether she knows it or not. Shoves an emergency beacon in her hands one afternoon with strict instructions to carry it around her at all times. When she tries to hand it back, unlike in the AU with that sweet, covert little bracelet as a 'casual gift,' she wakes up with a bracelet that literally cannot be removed attached to her wrist. Bitching about it gets her nowhere. Zim starts neglecting his fights with Dib to follow Gaz around and make sure Tak doesn't get the jump on her. It really grates on Gaz. Her worst fear was feeling like she was someone's property, and that's exactly how Zim is treating her. Like branded cattle.

Zim tries to contend with his responsibilities versus what he wants from Gaz. He's incredibly frustrated with her refusal to cooperate, and her lack of understanding. She's worse than obstinate, she's ungrateful. She should be honored that he's bothering to protect her! Why isn't she honored?!

I think that even after Tak and Dib worked out everything between them, Gaz and Zim would really not be on good terms. It was a great benefit for them to be mature-ish and working from a largely clean slate when they formalize their relationship. Having a ton of baggage and misunderstandings between them, especially with both of them being so headstrong and stubborn, would be a huge hurdle for them to overcome.

Legitimately and hilariously, I think Professor Membrane would have to be the intervening factor. Zim hanging around all the time would eventually mean they crossed paths not just as 'Dib's little foreign friend,' but as his daughter's mate. We saw in the Tak episode that Zim isn't about bitching to their father about his kids. I think Membrane would listen, and then stage an intervention with both of them. With Gaz, he'd sit her down an talk about their mother, and all the sappy love stuff that made it worth it for him to make compromises in his life to enjoy the time they had together. To Zim, he'd lecture him about the nature of his daughter, and how much she values her independence. How the loss of her mother made afraid of loss, and theorizing how their upbringing (aka his absence/neglect, without really taking accountability for it) may have affected her ability to trust the permanence of a soulmate.

I think that would finally be what made them sit down and work it out. It'd have to be a negotiation process. Zim can't always be out guarding Gaz. She needs her privacy. But as a compromise, she'd agree to scheduled check-ins. She'd agree to alert him to any potentially dangerous situations and let him come with. For example, it's my headcanon that Gaz would do a Membrane Labs internship in her college years. Zim would be there for any experiments that might go kaboom with a visitor's pass and a sharp eye. Instead of following Gaz around, they'd actually go on planned outings together. Date-adjacent hangouts until one or the other was comfortable with actual dates. It would've been a much slower, much less trusting and messy courtship, but they'd probably get to a good place when Gaz was in college.

Thinking of this question, I now like to think that, in this AU, on top of soulmate partners being fated, when they find out is also decided by some sort of cosmic destiny. Finding your partner at the right time is just as important as finding them in the first place.

Thank you again for sending me a hypothetical! I love theorizing about my own fics. This was a fun exercise.

[every-sanji]

I don’t have much to say other than I really love your dedication to this, you don’t miss a pixel if it even smells like sanji lmao. You haven’t stopped since I started following you, and I feel like this is an archive the people need. Oda would be proud, I think ❤️ just showing so much needed love your way, have a good day :)

wawawawa thank you!! as thanks i'm gonna give a glimpse into my journey running the blog under the read more :)

this blog has been through a lot of phases at least for me. anyone who has been around since the beginning probably remembers when i still added captions to every. single. post. that eventually evolved into my occasional tag rambles you still see today but the captions ranged from commentary to just random thoughts i was having at the time. for whatever reason i thought i had to caption every post and this lasted for a while until i realized i didnt have to do that and could just post the photo.

also when i first started the blog it was at the very very start of covid and i got very bored because all of my college classes suddenly halved their work load and i had all the time in the world to do whatever i wanted so i instantly threw like 500 posts in my queue and drafts because this was still the era when you had a maximum of 300 posts in the queue. and since you cant reverse chronological sort your drafts, every single day as posts left my queue i would go into my drafts, scroll through all 200 posts in there, and press add to queue for 5 posts to refill it to the maximum.

eventually though i went back to school and suddenly didnt have as much time as i used to so i dropped down to anywhere from 1-3 sanjis a day depending on the era. this is part of why it took so fucking long to get through water 7 and enies lobby because i was going through it 3 posts at a time. i kept the queue barely afloat with like 30 posts at most in my queue and did a chapter or two every week. this period lasted about 3 years as i finished school.

now i should mention that with everything above, i was queueing sanjis from my phone. i didn't have an automatic screenshot clipper on my college laptop so i didn't really have any other choice without going through like 5 extra steps. i went through 4 phones (my first one was a galaxy s8 that i'd had from 2018 all the way until ~2021 when it broke, followed by some notepad phone that just couldn't run games for shit so i immediately turned it back in and went back to an s8 that used to be my mom's which i had until right before i graduated college when the charging port stopped working properly and i finally upgraded to the s22 that i have now). up until about august of *last year* i was making every single post from my phone. after i moved for my summer job last summer i realized my new laptop allows me to clip my screenshots and started queuing things that way.

anyway while i was posting on my phone i did have one brief period for i think a week where my queue ran out and it was during finals for my last fall semester of college since i just had a lot happening. we had a few close calls if anyone remembers summer 2022 when i was going through some stuff irl with a death in the community but it turns out i use this blog to ground myself when i'm feeling bad sometimes lol. funny how that works

well since last summer when i realized it was easier to queue from my laptop i've been doing it like that ever since with only one exception which you might have seen my tags about lol. i had 2 weeks in august this year where i didnt have internet and my queue was running low so i bit the bullet and just added posts from my phone.

as for how i manage to find even the smallest of sanjis: i mostly just skim chapters and try to track his movements between panels. i keep an eye on who sanji is next to and what other landmarks might be there and when the panels zoom out i can normally find him if he's shown somewhere. which leads to those insanely small sanjis that are five pixels tall. it's definitely a skill you have to hone through practice and i'm sure i've missed a few sanjis even doing this but i'm definitely a lot closer to getting every single one. i do sometimes wonder if these gimmick blogs are known outside of the tumblr fandom and if word has made its way back to people involved in the series. this is mostly just a pipe dream and i know its not very realistic but a guy can dream right.

and if you've read this far, just a reminder you can make me post more sanjis a day by donating to any of the gfms in my pinned post! each donation extends the current queue by 2 weeks so you can make me really expedite the process of getting some of these sanjis out there. i'm getting close to being done with punk hazard and i'm so excited to get further