#doctor who minature

[motherwasapapafucker]

Time Lords (Kinda)  Little painting project I’ve been doing over the last few weeks to amuse myself. Always loved the old Citadel Miniatures Time Lord models, wanted to paint a few minis in that style, from various stores. So here they are, either 13 lives of one incarnation, or 13 distinct Time Lords out there in universe. 

[crystalverse-project]

Crystalverse!Dan first reference

dear princess celestia i am so scared and frightened

(note: i don't have all that much confidence in my art but i do try my best. all i know is self taught and out of books)

far away in the dantdm multiverse...there is the crystalverse

character design: (i love the way dan's skin is made cause it can be basically anything you want)

i was thinking of the very early old art that was on the first t shirts and mugs and hoodies and stuff (i was too young to get them when i first started watching him and i wish i could get one of the shirts) and the youtooz figures where has has a hoodie jacket.

he wears a shirt and tie because he's a fancy boi ok. the shirt is short sleeve and the white cuffs are part of the jacket

because of some time distortion thing from being so distant in the multiverse (that's my story and i'm sticking to it) he's 22. if you ask him his birthday he can tell you the day and month without issue but the year just comes out in all this static noise...

he has autism and anxiety, and is ftm and bisexual. and he's dating his universe's trayaurus. there will be no burning of any more gay flags istfg

full name is daniel andrew everton. just to drive home that this isn't the youtuber himself if i haven't made it clear yet (is this something you have to clarify? or is it just a given? i feel like i'll get corrected if i do or don't help this project isn't new but posting about it is for me. i mean i know obviously minecraft's not fkin real but idk where people draw the line.)

personality: overall kind, understanding, caring to those he bonds with, INSANELY protective. (like if anyone or anything threatens trayaurus or grim that thing is dead. it's happened) since he moved to the lab he's found a talent for science and inventing that he had no idea he had and now he's studying to be a doctor the same as trayaurus. (all the youtuber characters are just normal people, not big celebrities. if he went down the street in plain clothes nobody would notice him. good for him cause he's shy)

what i'm thinking is all the people who would be youtubers in this world or a different dan universe are normal people and normal people are youtubers in their place

anyway he did have friends in the city he lived in before but he's very anxious around people he doesn't know. he's happier in the lab with just a small circle of people he knows.

he can also be very reckless, doing things without thinking or making up unneccessary solutions to problems that end up backfiring. he's especially reckless when he's riding his minecart (that further down) and he has a lot of cuts and bruises on his arms and legs, which he's awkward about because it might look like something else

some objects: main weapon is his enchanted diamond sword, has sharpness V and unbreaking III. he has trayaurus' name written on it because he thinks of defending him when he uses it.

he actually has a diamond minecart that he brings around with him and rides in and not just a trophy in the treasure room, this one is more like it was in mcsm and the tube heroes toy (anyone still have those?) as in an iron minecart decorated with diamonds. he keeps it in a key, he presses the button and it shoots out light and there it is. it was his first real invention/project he worked on himself, more of a minecart converted to a minature car. it goes zoom zoom and it doesn't need rails

for all the ways csv!dan is different to other universes' dan he still loves drinking tea. i'm pretty sure they all do. this is his special blue mug, trayaurus has a co-ordinating green one.

not on the ref sheet seperate cause he's already wearing them: his goggles, they go beyond an accessory or safety equipment, they're also his comfort object and if he isn't wearing them/doesn't know where they are he starts to panic and he can't work. he actually DOES wear them (over his eyes) when he's doing experiments or battling. trayaurus gave him them when they first became friends, and entirely by accident, they were in a box buried under machine parts and packing peanuts

his right elbow pad has a chip inside it that gets him through the doors of the lab, he and trayaurus got tired of the crappy buttons that don't open the doors properly so eventually they just replaced them.

i'll probably do another refsheet to go along with this but that's the gist for now

[tripleglitchwriting]

Reader in the Tiny Tarn AUs: I have no idea what the hell is going on and why you fell out of thin air into the snow in front of my house. Whatever's going on I wasn't leaving you to die of exposure in a blizzard.

Tarn: You don't believe that I am a mech!

Reader: Something prereternatural is going on. You being a Cybertronian forced into a human body/minature version of a human body is as good an explanation as anything else. And it explains how you are an adult in an adult body without any of the basic knowledge of bodily functions better than anything else I can come up with. So that's the assumption I'm running with.

Tarn: I.. wait, come again?

Reader: That being the case, the fact we have enough common ground to even communicate at all sits dead in the middle of the ven diagram between convergent evolution and malign intervention. So to clarify my prior offer. I am willing to pull out my old anatomy and physiology textbooks and go through the basics of how the body you curently inhabit functions. Including topics that are generaly considered taboo, too basic to mention or too base to speak of. That way you have the groundwork to begin makeing informed decisions regarding the current state of your physiological needs.

Tarn: Such a generous offer. And what, pray tell, good doctor, would you be receiving from this arrangement? Unless it comes from some inate sense of goodness?

Reader: Ignoreing the profession ethics and obligations I take very seriously? Also ignoring the potentially career breaking legal liabilities if you fuck off and die doing something stupid on my property? Well let's see we're snowed in together untill the snow stops falling and I/we can clear a path out to the main road. Untill that point, I have to deal with your sparkling personality every time you're startled by a normal bodily function or physiological variation. It's a way to combat the detrimental psychological effects of confinement and make my both of our lives easier.

Tarn: I will consider your offer, then.

PHEHEHE Tarn vs. Logic who will win? (it’s logic) He really got his ass beat with that one LMAOOO

[woonietune]

Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated, for I was only wiping countertops with my left hand and weeping into my collagen supplements, not being dissected by first-years at the medical school

Lots of catching up to do. I haven’t posted in a while. I got sick. I mean, I know I’m always getting sick, but this time I got so sick that I lost a lot of the use of my right hand. I couldn’t pick up one of my fluffy chickens without the owies--and I have a high pain threshold. I thought maybe I was having a stroke--or a bad case of hypochodria but once those things were ruled out, no one knew what it was. It wasn’t Covid. It wasn’t some weird autoimmune thingie (as of yet--I suspected that--but it wouldn’t be that). Maybe my allergies had evolved into some Godzilla version? I couldn’t sweep a broom across the porch. The inflammation was so bad I couldn’t wear my rings, and worst of all, I couldn’t type. 

I couldn’t get an appt with my PCP for three months (because this is the way things are in the USA in a state where Bobby Fuck U Jindal let five private insurers compete for Medicaid clients and basically set into motion the now standard Republican model of Let Disabled People Die Who Needs Them). Anyway, I did see a nurse practitioner who sent me to get x-rays in one hospital and to get bloodwork in another--and the results came back that there was nothing wrong with me. I was reporting pain 8/10 but was told to take Tylenol and that the doctor would see me in three months.

That was back in December? I don’t think I’ve gone ever without writing for 3 months. I paid out of pocket for some acupuncture (never had it before--it was cool beans) and got some relief; I adjusted my diet, already vegetarian to as sanctimonious a vegan, anti-inflammatory diet as I could manage, and I felt a little better. I used Google Voice to chat with fandom friends. Google Voice told of the adventures of Dog Food, the great warrior, and Wound, the former assassin of Cooks Up a Wrong, and I was miserable. I wanted to write. Writing was my only real down time. Without it, my brain was in the wilderness.

During my no-writing period, I had two ear infections, my therapist gave leave, the family got mild Covid infections (during which time my arm felt oddly better), and I knew instinctively I had to rest. I picked up a heavy detergent bottle and got the owies bad the next day, so I let the house go to hell. I spent a lot of time lying in a dusty room I couldn’t clean (this was before the maid from Hell--I’d never hired a maid before in my life, but when I did, whoever hexed me made it so I got one that made already made beds and put the flat sheets under the fitted sheets, didn’t wash the cleaning foam out of the bath-tub, left large swaths of rug unvacuumed, broke several little minatures--I superglued them back but STILL--and left the kitchen floors grimy and put an envelope marked IMPORTANT on the kitchen in a super secret place among a bunch of bookshelves), and I let my mind wander the way it had when I was twelve or so....

Why am I trapped in this consciousness? Why can’t I be in the mind of that person or that other person? Or why can’t assume the presence of a tree or a cloud? Why am I me? And did I choose to be me? And where am I going? 

Agnosticism on any issue was the default, and if I wasn’t writing, it wasn’t only my right hand that was hurting, it was my brain. It hurt from awareness.

The maid from Hell cleared away some of the dust in the house (not much), but mostly she kicked my head out of its dusty sophomoric philosophizing. I was so mad over her bad house-keeping that I got up and started to clean my own house with one hand. I didn’t do a bad job, and my disabled family helped, even if they did turn some white clothes pink in the wash. Nobody died. The house never had a chance to grow black mold. 

When the PCP appt finally rolled around, the doctor examined my arm this way and that and guess what? I had a torn bicep! She recommended physical therapy but there was a waiting list (of course). I went on YouTube to get some practice videos, and there were all these muscle guys who lifted weights there who’d torn their biceps. I don’t know how I’d injured myself, but I’m always doing things I’m not supposed to. I mean, besides picking up 40 lbs dogs. I overestimate my strength and think I’m stretchier and younger than I am. I haven’t done yoga since before the Pandemic, so I must’ve just thought my arm was a squeegee pole or something and strained to clean a cobweb in ceiling corner, who knows.

I was prescribed super antihistamines for my allergies, given meloxicam for pain (lol), and told to rest (lol lol lol). Eventually I could type a little; then I could type a little more; before I knew it I had written more than 100K words in less than a month in a little fandom mini-arc, and my fandom wife was busy whipping my crazy manuscripts into shape because my writing was as out of shape as I was. I’d lost 10 lbs when I’d caught that nasty stomach flu everyone was getting (and I mask and take hazmat-like protocols nearly everywhere because my greatest fear is infecting someone high risk--I’m only moderate-high--and killing that person--I know all kinds of very sick people). My wife was sick too, and I don’t know how she does it, but apparently she can find a backwards quotation mark with a fever 101 and point out a paragraph that needs “more” even if she’s been puking for days and can’t stand up in the shower.

Fandom people are crazy. But we love what we love.

And we love writing for our historically inaccurate historical dramas.

I’ve actually been typing too long already.

This was supposed to be a master post of fics I haven’t uploaded in the past few months.

I’m back in bed, not sick so much this time as overwhelmed by all things overwhelming, and I want to write, but at the same time I want to just lie here and cry.

This world is a terrible place. It’s been blasted with meteors and nuked several times over, and the blood of a million wars have seeped into it, and the Ice Age has come and gone, and here I am, wondering if I’ll get a chance to swim in the ocean again before I die or maybe catch a coffee with a friend or see my dad who can’t fly here because of his bad lungs. Does it matter if I have words? Or are words the greatest illusion of meaningfulness--they’re just blabbity, and they disintegrate into cyberspace just like that stuff--remember paper?--paper used to fall apart when we picked up hundred-year-old books that had gone untouched. 

Actions matter. What we model for our children matters. Decency and kindness, compassion and persistence. Charity and hope, all those things that sound like dull bells until they are live faces with stories in front on your own.

But I don’t get out much anymore. I’m scared of the outside. I don’t march anymore, and my family needs me at home. The animals need me to refresh their water, and the old cat needs me to cut his pills twice a day, and oh, some people need to get over this “don’t enable disabled people.” It’s not enabling a disabled person who has broken legs if you hold his crutches while he sits in a car to go to a doctor’s appointment. You don’t know all the circumstances. Parents of disabled children--well, many of them, research hard and try many things, advocate hard, make phonecalls every day and we thank you for your judgement very much. We live in fear every day that our children will die in the system when we’re gone. 

Some days I feel all I have are my words. These words that are nothing. These words that are my playing around. I was diagnosed with cataracts not long ago. I am afraid of going blind now. But some surgery in a few years, they say--I’ll be fine. I hope so. I may not be fine in other ways. I knew there was something wrong with my eyes. I have optical migraines. My fingers don’t move they way they used to. My brain feels young--younger than ever, maybe twelve, the age I was wondering why I couldn’t share consciousness with a fish in a pond. Later, maybe when the bipolar was kicking in, I felt that I did share consciousness with it. And who will tell me I am wrong? The world’s great religions--not just my own with it’s Sh’ma Yisrael, the World is One, but so many others, speak of the great inter-connectedness of things.

Are the words in the way, or are they little stepping stones? Or are they both?

I don’t like to touch or hug people very much because of childhood traumas. I save my hugs for my dearest ones and my animal companions, but I throw words around freely, like chicken feed. C’mon and get it... or let it settle and rot in the earth, along with the blood and paper and other forgotten things.

My time isn’t over. This blog will last until... there are new technologies. I thought Tik Tokers would be the new talkers, but it doesn’t seem to be the place. Novelists haven’t disappeared; neither have poets. And despite Elon, Disabled Twitter is still going strong. There’s no telling.

So I’ll keep telling. I still have secrets and untold things. And many pockets full of untold stories. More later. The little fictions (oh this last one is 12k... sorry. Whoever reads it gets a cookie. A pretty Korean one from the palace).

[paulgadzikowski]

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[ithisatanytime]

WICCA PHASE SPRINGS ETERNAL X LIL B - WAITING HERE (PROD. TAYLOR MORGAN)

 i realized i made it seem as though the videos just looking funny to me is what convinced me nuclear bombs are a hoax and almost certainly the moon landing as well, but thats not it, really its that the videos are the only thing that has convinced anyone that those things were real in the first place, but only for a decade or two, and then the videos stopped.  put yourself in the shoes of an american in the fifties, television was still pretty new, and hollywood was only just starting to resemble what we came to know it as, and people just believed that the best damn proof of anything was if they had a photograph but photos can be doctored, a film now thats proof! but as the sixties turned into the seventies, and americans had seen literally hundreds of B movies depicting flying saucers which were just minatures held up by string and monsters who were just men in rubber masks they started to be able to spot the zipper on the costumes and they can see the wires now too. so you either keep making the same kind of a bomb and moon footage youve been churning out, or you update it to match the increasing saviness of your audience, you can do that if you are making a sequel to your sleeper hit “the terminator” make a sequel that just looks way better but different too but just bigger and better in every way. but the moon isnt gonna get any bigger, and the explosions wont be made to look any bigger either, i mean they did go that rout but the difference in the viewers mind when seeing the tsar bomba footage and being told its how ever many thousand times more powerful than the nuke we saw in the last test footage falls flat because again theres no real sense of scale, the music is doing 90 percent of the heavy lifting. another way to look at it is like this, a lot of old films are lauded for thier use of practical effects over CGI because it looks and feels more real when its a real tangable prop or guy in a costume and there is merrit to that for sure, but dont forget that as the fidelity of your image improves you lose out on some of the grain and grime that helped hide those strings and zippers. you will never see an above ground nuclear explosion in anything approaching modern quality. actually i should just repeat this and THINK ABOUT IT, from 1967 to today there has been only ONE filmed nuclear test in the entire world, and it was in 1991 and it was an underground detonation, go watch that video and watch videos of underground blast mining with explosives (seriously go do it) and tell me if i hadnt swapped the audio you would have noticed which footage was of an underground nuke and which was the mundane mining explosives footage. then look up videos of chemical plants exploding, just google videos of the biggest explosions caught on film, how many of the massive explosions feature a mushroom cloud? the answer is all of them do, all of them.. why were scientists and officials working for the us government passing off mushroom clouds which were a known and fairly common phenomon as something unique to this new bomb one of its distinguishing characteristics when basically all large explosions will form a mushroom cloud?

[impetuous-impulse]

Thank you so much for the translation! This is a fascinating window into the dynamics between the Junots. It seems like Laure flip-flops between trying to keep her husband together (playing the part of the scolding mother) and venting about how terrible she feels because of his actions. If Junot wrote a previous letter, it might provide more context to what they're exchanging barbs over. I wonder if Junot's increasing mental instability took him away from Laure as much as their affairs distanced them, considering how much she emphasises his state of mind in this letter.

As for Laure mentioning Junot being close to his mother and son when the former had died and his sons were presumably in France... there is no way Junot met up with his mother physically. The civil records say that she died at the Château de Raincy on 12 November 1806 at Livry-Gargan, Seine St Denis, and Junot personally came to report that to the registry along with a doctor named Nicholas Magnien. I doubt she was buried away from France either.

Here are some hypotheses, just for the incredulity of it:

Junot was being completely delusional in his last letter(s) and Laure was playing along so as not to aggravate him.

Somehow Junot had, in Russia, met up with his son born out of wedlock before he married Laure, but it is extremely unlikely Laure would mention him because Laure devotes around 2 lines (for shame!) about that son in the entirety of her memoirs.

According to Sylvain Dubief, most recent biographer of Junot, Laure commissioned a miniature of her eldest son from Fernando Quaglia for Junot in 1812. A most plausible explanation could be that she also comissioned a miniature of his mother for him, hence them—or their portraits—being "près" to him.

I turned to Quaglia, the man who, in my opinion, painted the best minatures. The one he did of my son is one of the most beautiful things of its kind in the world; it was for his father and was brought to him in Russia.

Laure seems the type to be a very proud mother. "Look at your son so he can remind you of me! Doesn't he have my eyes? Now can you please pay attention to him instead of chasing after Napoleon all the time?!"

I assume that Eugène - viceroy, member of the imperial family - superceding Junot in command was … uhm, kinda not in question by 1812? Do you know why it hit Junot so hard?

Maybe when you're not in the right state of mind and physically suffering, it feels like everyone's out to sabotage you... even if it's the natural order of command. Especially if they step between you and Napoleon. (@snowv88 probably knows more than I do...)

Letter from Laure Junot to her husband (1812)

This is for @impetuous-impulse and @snowv88: As promised, here’s the letter Laure Junot wrote to her husband in September 1812, when Junot was with the Grande Armée in Russia. It’s taken from the book "Lettres interceptées par les Russes", edited by Frédéric Masson (and of which I only own one of those Indian "reprints" that come down to a really bad scan and that I had rightfully be warned of before I bought it 😋. However, these pages are perfectly legible.)

For context: While the publication contains letters that normally did not reach their destination, as they were intercepted during the second half of the Russian campaign, this missive actually had been written during the first months of the invasion and had gotten to Junot safely. However, in his answer, Junot sent it back to Laure, and this answer then fell into the hands of the Russians. (I do not know what they were thinking. Because it’s rather private, and not pretty.)

Laure Junot, at the time when she wrote this letter, happened to be at a spa, at the same time as several other ladies of the court, off-duty empress Joséphine, Julie more-or-less-queen of Spain, Pauline Borghese and the crown princess of Sweden, Julie’s sister Désirée.

The Duchess L. of Abrantès to Junot, Duke of Abrantès. Aix [en Savoie], 7 September 1812 Your last letter caused me to feel both pain and pity. It comes from a fool, and from a fool all the more guilty for being so, as it depends on him to recover his reason and as he refuses to do so as stubbornly as if it meant his eternal misfortune. People dominated by an unfortunate passion are, in the beginning, like sick people who do not want to submit to the vigorous treatment that would cure them. And you want me to feel sorry for you! You want me to pity you! But do you deserve it? Yes, perhaps, but of this pity stripped of all esteem, for you are not the one to whom I promised to offer mine along with all my friendship as the prize for his noble efforts to deserve the name of man, by removing from his heart a feeling that he knows can never be happy. In this respect, you know my way of thinking. It is invariable, and nothing can change it. For many months I have spoken in the same terms to you, and I always will, because it is the language of both my heart and my reason. Perhaps it seems too harsh to you and you find me too frank. A more flirtatious person would no doubt be less so, but is it not better for me to refuse you a poison that would only aggravate your wound and to apply to it a balm that should, according to my desire, remove even the scar and only leave behind of its memory that which could, in the future, spread more charm over our friendship?

Whoa. Now that's a handfull. Please don't hold back, Madame! I have no clue (but would love to speculate!) what kind of "unfortunate passion" she refers to.

For a long time I had this ambition that almost all women have, this unbridled desire to attract attention and admiration, to inspire passionate feelings, to be a kind of divinity for everything around me. I paid for all these adulations with a look or a smile that often troubled the soul of the person to whom they were addressed, without stirring mine. Well, it is with bitterness that I remember this time in my life, and it would seem criminal to me now to encourage or give rise to a feeling that I could not share.

Is this a hint at her own wrongdoings, the affair with Metternich?

I am very happy to think that you are now close to your mother and your son. Give the latter all the time you can spare from your business and the duties you are obliged to fulfil. You have, you told me, great confidence in his tutor. But could strangers ever match a father's eye? Your abilities and your wit put you in a position to watch over his studies very closely yourself. May your loving attention also be focused on his young heart and his feelings. May he one day be able to return to you all the good things he possesses. Believe me, his virtues will be much dearer to him.

This passage confuses me deeply. How can she assume Junot is with his mother and his son in September 1812, when Junot is with the Grande Armée, and the Grande Armée in Russia since June? She must have known that, right? We'll see in the postscript that the ladies were informed of what was going on at the front. Also, the need she feels to interest Junot in his own child is so sad.

I'm leaving for Geneva the day after tomorrow, no matter how much the princesses insist that I stay. I haven't seen my children for three months now, and the need to be closer to them is becoming more pressing every day. I promised to go to Changrenon. I have to spend two days there, and from there I'll go straight to Paris, where I'll be very happy to see and embrace my children, the joy and glory of my life! Ah, when I look back on such moments, I no longer say that it is deprived of any happy future!

Which apparently otherwise she had said. - Also, as she says she will go to Paris to see her children, does that not imply that the son (who was five at the time, according to a footnote) was also there? Does that mean that in the passage above she supposed Junot to be in Paris as well? For that matter, was Junot's mother in Paris, or did she live elsewhere?

I hope that the first letter I receive from you will be good and reasonable, just as I want it to be. Many people take great pride in never changing their feelings. Do the opposite and put your pride in driving away from you those who now dominate you. It is only through weakness, believe me, that we retain an unreasonable inclination, and the word consistency is profaned when applied to madness. Farewell, believe in my sincere friendship; nothing can diminish it, and one thing can increase it greatly: the certainty of being able to give it to you without fear.

This sounds more like a mother trying to reign in an adolescent. The use of the word "crainte" is also interesting. What precisely does she fear?

You ask me about my health. In truth, I don't know what to tell you, as I am still too ill to go and distress my friends by telling them about my sufferings. I'm still coughing up blood, and in the last six days I've had three new bouts of vomiting. There you have my bulletin. P.S.: I am reopening my letter to tell you that I am no longer going to Geneva. Yesterday, after writing my letter, I received the bulletin of the 25th [August, of the Grande Armée in Russia, mentioning her husband]. You have probably read it, and you know me well enough to be convinced that this is not the moment I would choose for a pleasure trip. I'm also in a lot of pain; two hours ago, on my way back to the Empress's, I vomited so much blood that it could only be stopped by putting ice on my chest, so now I'm in so much pain that I can't breathe.

Does she try to imply that the army bulletin they received made her feel worse? I think it's the one mentioning Junot not quite being up to the job.

Also interesting: She adresses her husband by the formal "vous" throughout the letter. Which I believe was slowly going out of use but still not unusual in France, especially between spouses of high nobility. Still, this letter makes me feel as if Laure and her Andoche at this point already lived seperate lives. It sounds like one you would write to a husband you had recently divorced.

[mysticarcanum]

wasnt super invested in new who recently but the new season looks fun. theres an appropriate quantity of shennanigans, time bullshit and fucked up little guys

[the-13thdoctor]

✨Hello friends!✨

I recently received my 13th Doctor adventure doll and as I love making miniature things, I wanted to make some miniature things for her! Please suggest things for me to make. Thanks!

[gay-panic-at-the-disco]

(SPOILERS, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY SKIP IF YOU ONLY READ THE ORV MANHWA)

Characters that deserved more screen time:

(Because as much as I would like to worship the ground Sing-Shong treads upon, I would also like to see more of my underrated babies)

Kim Namwoon. I have already made a pointless rant but i really think he could have had more of a presence after Gigantomachia.

Yoo Mia. She's kind of just there most of the time, despite being one of the main character's only living relative. And she doesn't contribute much to the story, as both a character and a plot point, after the Absolute Throne Arc. (You may correct me on this part because I really can't just remember any other detail of Yoo Mia.) And not that I'm preaching anything crazy but I think Mia would have made a pretty great sidekick with that inventory skill of hers.

Han Donghoon. HE WAS BASICALLY A MINATURE KIM DOKJA, HE HAD SO MUCH OPPURTUNITY FOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, WHY COULDN'T KIM DOKJA ADOPT DONGHOON AS WELL

Han Myungoh and Dareum. I know you guys are sick of this man. He's an absolute bastard. You're glad to be rid of him. But we all agree that the mpreg really changed him. Dareum was a little angel who we never even got to know anything about. She was just known solely as Asmodeus' host. Sing-Shong, I beg of you, let us love this little angel more.

Lee Seolhwa. But like, as an actual person. You guys might hate me for this but Seolhwa always felt kind of stiff to me. She just felt like a convenient side character, like she's just always in the background healing the wounded (well duh K, she's a doctor) but I always imagine what it would have been like if Seolhwa truly was a resentful and villainous character who managed to escape her darkest moments by the help of the KimCom, instead of just "oh she was possessed by Antinus, Seolhwa was good all along."

YOO JONGHYUK'S LITERAL UNBORN DAUGHTER EJXJU3JDUEHRURJ WHY WAS SHE JUST SHOVED ASIDE, WHY WAS SHE ONLY BROUGHT UP FOR LIKE ONE ARC, YOO JONGHYUK I GET YOUR BAD RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PAST BUT HAVE YOU NO FEELINGS FOR THE CHILD YOU NEVER GOT TO HOLD

Again all of this is highly opinionated, I can see why some of these characters were kinda shoved into the backroom. With such a large and diverse cast, it's not really easy to give everyone enough screentime, the webnovel would have been a thousand chapters long if Sing-Shong actually did that, but a reader can dream.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I was wondering how differently Renesmée would've been treated by her family, but especially by Bella, Edward and Jacob, had she been born a boy, especially since baby boys are often treated as less fragile than baby girls (Wow he's so strong vs wow she's so beautiful, people respond to baby boy's cries slower than girls, etc.), since most of the Cullens were born in a very sexist era and especially Edward still holds those views.

By extention, do you think the divergence would be sufficent to make his gift different ?

Answered here in part.

What About Bella?

In terms of Bella, while she does adore her daughter she might prefer it. Bella notably sees a minature Edward in her prophetic (?) dream about being pregnant and the Volturi coming after her miracle child. She also consistently refers to the child as a 'he' while pregnant and while she does pick out names for both a boy and girl the... let's just say Renesmee feels like a reach compared to Edward Jacob (one of those names features people far more important to Bella while another features a woman she plans never to speak to again and another woman she's barely ever talked to). What I'm saying is that Bella's attached to having a son.

I don't think this is that she prefers girls to boys but because she so hates herself. She wants a miniature Edward for her child, nothing inherited from stupid, clumsy, human Bella Swan. Edward had the prettier eyes, is more graceful, is more everything than she is. The gender gets tied up with that.

Having a daughter makes it a little more like Bella.

So, having a son would be a little easier for her, especially if Edward Jacob looks more like Edward than Bella. This is the child she desperately wanted that reminds her nothing of herself.

But I imagine not much would change.

Bella would treat Edward Jacob as a miniature Edward. An intellectual who reads War and Peace at three months and plays the piano.

Bella was never into Renesmee's clothes, her overdecorated room, or any of that. So, Edward Jacob would be the same non-entity/not quite entity that Renesmee is.

The Rest of the Family

Still doesn't change much.

Rosalie would just try to connect EJ more with Emmett for guy bonding time, Carlisle's still the family doctor, and Alice just puts him in adorable little suits instead of dresses.

The issue is.... Jacob.

BUT I ALREADY ANSWERED THAT SO WE'RE MOVING ON.

As EJ grows up, Edward might have ridiculous man to man talks with him about the important things in life that I'm sure are just dreadful, but EJ is still a prop in his family's life.

[doopy-n-loopy]

Damn very nice writing! Ok ok so yandere mercs reaction if their female s/o was pregnant or head cannon on how the mercs would be as father

Thanks! I'll do the pregnant one

Yan!TF2 Mercs × Preg! Reader headcannons

// no warnings

Defense

Demo

When you announce your pregnancy, he's in utter disbelief

When he finally grasps the fact that you're pregnant with his child, he sits down and rhinks to himself

Then suddenly he jumps up and picks you up, overjoyed

He then quickly makes a call to his mom

"Ya hear that, ma? You're gonna be a grandma!"

His mom is so happy for you two

He doesn't care if it's a boy or a girl, he'll teach them about bombs either way

When you're craving food he will bring every single food item to you

Hell, he'll even learn to cook for you

Heavy

When he heard the news he dropped everything

He went over to you and put his hand on your belly and smiled

He kissed you deeply

He's happy but he isn't the type to explode with emotion

When your back starts to hurt from carrying the baby, he'll gently lift up your belly for a moment

He introduced your baby to Sasha while in the womb

Will NOT let any doctor but Medic help deliver your baby

Kisses your belly gently

Engi

Let me tell ya, this soft texan was about to EXPLODE with joy

He's usually quiet but he went crazy

He started asking so many questions and bringing up so many fantasies

"Darlin, what if our baby wants to be a merc like me? What if they're gonna be an engineer?"

His entire face lit up, it was the cutest thing

When the baby is kicking, he'll go over and feel with his real hand

He once put his helmet on your belly as a joke

Like Heavy, he wants Medic to help deliver the baby, though he's not against going to another doctor

Went to Medic for advice

Offense

Scout

He didn't believe you at first and laughed

But once he realized you weren't joking, unlike the mercs I listed previously, Scout had a full on panic attack

The first person he went to was Spy, who was irritated that he woke em up (I assume you found out late in the night)

But once he explained the situation, Spy sat down with him and talked to him about the birds and the bees

Because lets face it, Scout was confused as hell to how you got the baby

"Man I thought they came from the sky! Like with them birds and stuffs!"

He wasn't too comfortable at first, but eventually he became used to it and even was happy for the baby

I'd like to imagine that he visits Spy a lot for advice and Spy teaches him how to read, how babies are like, how to be a father wow how rich, Spy

Overall he's just happy bit scared as hell

Pyro

Unlike the others, Pyro had an idea something was up, even before you found out

Pyro would always point to your pelvic area and make a confused hum

Once you found out, you told Pyro. They didn't understand at first but they were OVERJOYED once they realized

They hugged you tightly and started cooing at your belly

Pyro would often rub your belly to feel their kicks

Pyro would also prepare by collecting bones on the battlefield, because they thought the teeth were candies and that the spines were stuffed animals

Can't blame them for trying I mean-

Soldier

Soldier would get it surprisingly fast, he would be loud and proud about it

"you see my beautiful wife! She's holding my little maggot!" (Points to your belly)

Makes sure EVERYONE knows about it

He's so proud

He's surprisngly gentle around you with the baby, for example, he won't yell that much around you when you're pregnant

He wouldn't think of getting educated but Medic would force him to get educated on it

Soldier collects minature guns for your baby

He also has an entire American themed baby room for them

Support

Sniper

Shocked, honestly

He would be so proud of himself and you though

A little Mundy? He would have never thought

He's just so happy though

I see him as mostely educated on the topic but he would definitely go to Medic for some help

He sometimes pits his ear up to your belly to hear the baby

The baby kicked his head once but he laughed it off

He isn't really the type to settle down, as shown by his camper van, but he'd start looking at home listings in New Mexico since you've told him

Spy

Shock

And disbelief

He was happy but like his first son, scared

He didn't know how to react

On one hand, he'd love to settle down with you and take care of your kid

On the other, he feels guilt for abandoning Scout and his ex wife, thinking it wouldn't be fair to them

A 50/50 chance of straight up leaving you

But when he looks at Scout and realizes that he wanted to be in his life, he decides to stay with you to take the chance to get to know your kid

And if it's a boy, so he doesn't turn into a Scout 2.O

He finally quit smoking around you since you told him

Medic

Oh Medic knew

When you were gonna tell him, you were surprised by a tight hug as he twirled around with you in his arms

"I'm gonna be a father!" He kept chanting

You weren't too surprised that he found out before you told him

When he calmed down, he made sure you were okay

During check ups, he's extra careful

He understands what it's like to have a baby even though he's incapable of having one

He makes sure to give you check ups more often

He gives you painkillers and sometimes uses his medigun on you when you're in a lot of pain

He got some stuffed animals for your baby definitely

Already chose a name for a boy and girl

He's gonna be the one to help deliver the baby, no other doctor is allowed to help

I'd also like to imagine all of them wouldn't let you battle if you were a mercenary, and would urge you to stay home.

All of them would look towards Medic to help you deliver the baby.

They'll also teach them yandere tricks and basically turn them into a yandere if they can

And that's all! This was very fun to do, If you wanna request something feel free to pop into my ask box~

Also sorry this wasn't very yandere lmao

[plethora-of-imagines]

HI!, Currently losing my mind thinking about the master being infatuated with a goth girl the doctor picks as a companion. Like proper Addams family, Lydia Deetz, vibes. Literally kidnaps her and says it's a trap for the doctor but he's just FASCINATED by this strange human. He had no idea that humans could be so unusual. When the doctor finds him he just lets her go (they're obviously suspicious). She tells him about her strange hobbies like taxidermy, bug pinning, ghost hunting, seances,etc.

"Let me guess. I've been kidnapped as bate so you can trap the Doctor."

The side glance the Master gave you from his position working at the console told you that while he appeared busy, he wasn't actually busy. He was just standing there, pretending that a display was important while he watched you from the corner of his eye. It was very clear that the display aas meaningless when it hadn't changed the whole time he had been reading it.

"Of course."

"Of course," you responded in the same no nonsense tone.

You wondered over to the shelf of knickknacks glancing over all of the random items kept on this particular shelf. Books and random trinkets from travels filled the shelf you were currently examining.

"A question for you to answer, Master. What's the most haunted planet you have ever been to?"

"What kind of question it that?"

He looked bewildered by your inquiry. You supposed you should explain the seamingly random question.

"The Doctor let's us choose where she tries to go. We all get turns. The others tend to say something they want to try or they pick randomly from a book of planet names. She refuses to go somewhere haunted when I as so I figured if I knew of a haunted planet I could ask to go there. Then I would get a chance to do some ghost hunting."

He gave you a look, as if he couldn't believe that you were interested in ghosts. Little did he know that you were far more interested in death than any of the Doctor's other companions. You were fascinated with death. Something that aided you in your time with the Doctor. Being intrigued instead of horrified made the dilemmas you experienced entertaining as apposed to horrifying.

"Well they aren't exactly ghosts but one planet I've been to had remnants of those who died appear because of a faulty psychic communication field."

You smiled wickedly, "that would be perfect."

"Planet is called Allecia."

"Thank you. It should be ethereal to visit."

The resulting silence as the conversation ended was comfortable. You continued to look at the various messy shelves and their content. One that particularly caught your eye was one with several TCE victim minatures thrown about the shelf. One of them reminded you of a man who had harassed you one day when you had managed to find a nice occult shop on a gothic style planet. The planet had perfect Tim Burton and Henry Selick vibes that you had adored. You had been tempted to stay but had decided against it considering the incredibly violent wildlife.

You picked up one of the TCE victims to hold in your hand. Holding it gave you the same thrill that holding taxidermy gave you. Something dead yet perserved.

"I have to admire the perfection of these as a form of preservation."

The Master seemed to give up on pretending to be busy as he joined you in looking at the miniaturized figure of what used to be a living man.

"You know you're a very strange person to be traveling with the Doctor. You're very... dark."

"I am indeed strange and unusual. I've found life to be more fun that way," you paused to admire the details of the figure before explaining your fascination with his method of murder. "I used to do taxidermy. I stopped due to a lack of time, it took too long to get good results with the amount of time I had to work on it. So I can't help but admire the results that the TCE gets you so quickly."

He smiled with you.

"It is very efficient."

"What have you done with her Master!"

Both of you jumped in suprise as the doors to the Master's TARDIS opened. The TCE victim you were holding being tossed in the air in your surpise. The Doctor was here, storming in to take you back.

"Nothing Doctor. Nothing at all."

"I don't believe you," she growled.

The Doctor grabbed your arm to drag you behind her as she backed off the ship. Never letting him leave her sight. All the Master did was smirk and wave as you left. You smiled to yourself. It wouldn't be long before he stole you again. He was too intrigued with you to ever leave you alone for long.

(730 words)

[lissy-strata]

Solution: Counter ITV by rebooting Doctor Who in minature!

Serious thought: I’ve seen Land of the Giants. It’s actually pretty good in terms of special effects, given the technology available, and had a much bigger budget than Doctor Who. The first season had some solid stories, but the second season went kind of nuts. 

Looking at it from a modern view, I think it suffered from constantly using the reset button and from the network airing the episodes out of production order.

And also, the female leads get to do a lot more on Doctor Who than on Giants.

Infotext: Doctor Who wasn’t the only BBC programme in trouble in spring 1969. Except for the chat show Dee Time, the whole of the early Saturday Evening schedule was faltering. But the nub of the problem was the strong adventure series the ITV regional companies were running against Doctor Who. Some showed the 1966 Ron Ely version of Tarzan, but the real worry was the new Irwin Allen series, Land of the Giants. Many more people were watching the “little people” than familiar old Doctor Who. Had ITV claimed a long-sought scalp?

[the-dalekmaniacs]

So I found this a small while back from the old Doctor Who minatures game by FASA. Classic Sontarans Vs. Daleks. Really like this pic. Wish there would be more stuff like this in the show.

[majingojira]

All stories are about people.  Your argument amounts to “Water is Wet.”  You think special effects distract from the human story?  No, they make sure you aren’t taken out of the story.  A bad effect can gut a story faster than anything.

You want an example? Look up The Giant Claw.  An Average B Monster Movie of the 50s that became legendary because of just how bad the effects were, and thus turned it all into a joke. 

“But sometimes humans are the real monsters!” - that’s been a key point since the original runs of Doctor Who and Ultraman.  Which, again, are TV Budgets (and for Ultraman a much smaller TV Budget) from 60 years ago! This isn’t new territory.  Supernatural ain’t special.  It’s tepid. 

But let’s do a quick visual comparison.  

Here’s a Supernatural Werewolf. 

Here’s a vampire on Buffy.

A simpler practical effect achieves so much more than cheap CGI, and costs less to boot. 

But film-makers of the 90s and early 21st century were seduced by the siren song of CGI from Jurassic Park hyping its minimal CGI, and then got lazy with it.  Because practical FX take effort. 

Just for comparison, here’s what a CGI monster on Buffy looks like: 

Also, you want to claim that you can’t get a performance from a person in heavy makeup or a suit? 

Let me introduce you to Doug Jones. 

Here he is on Buffy:

Here he is in Hellboy. 

Here he is in Pan’s Labarynth

And here he is in the Academy Award Winning Shape of Water

This man can ACT.  Through all that makeup.  He does it with his body, but anyone whose exposure to acting comes from a screen has had the importance of the close up blind them to the rest of the body an actor can use to tell a story. 

It’s why mimes are so effective (at being creepy). 

But if you want performance from a dragon in practical FX, give Dragonslayer a watch. 

Want another Nail in this Coffin? Here’s a Leviathan from Supernatural.

And here’s the Sugar Plum Fairy from Cabin in the Woods

Another point for cheaper practical FX. 

“But you used so many movies in your comparison! That’s not fair!”

HA! 

Buffy in Season 6 cot 2.33 Million an episode, for 22 episodes, that’s 51.26 Million Dollars. 

Hellboy cost 66 Million. 

Pan’s Labyrinth cost 19 Million. 

Cabin in the Woods cost 30 Million. 

By all metrics known, Supernatural has a similar budget to Buffy these days (the first season had a budget of 20K for the entire season), so there’s no excuse at this point. 

Modern Doctor Who is around the same - 1.5 Million per episode. 

Babylon 5 1.3-1.4 Million per episode.  

And then there’s Ultraman.  it’s not just what a creature looks like, but how it’s filmed.  And Ultraman has been doing this for long enough (again) to get REALLY creative with shots tracking people from the ground as the monsters stomp around, moving background plates, shots from within the minature buildings, to full 360 spins.  It’s NUTS! 

But the Budget, you scream! 

I want you to look at this: 

This is from the 1970 (1967 really) film Equinox.  How did they make this dude in green look big?  Forced perspective.  He’s just standing closer to the camera on an elevated platform.  

No CG. No film touch ups.  Just in-Camera optical illusions. 

And this thing was made on a budget of 8K in 1970s.  Today, that’s 40K in today’s money. 

Most of which was spent  on mat paintings and stop motions monsters.

I’m a little sorry to go off so hard on you, but, you see.

Back in College, i was giving a presentation on pre-CGI FX history and when talking about stop motion, a token smart ass said Harryhausen’s work “Looked like clay.”

This statement was so profoundly ignorant it has stuck with me over a decade later.  It was that dumb.  Not only was the material not clay, he did not realize that his eye has already been trained to spot it, but he lacked the knowledge to identify what was wrong with the shot (lighting temperature was different between the filmed scenes and the animated scenes).  Furthermore, he dismissed the performance of the being (because animated characters do perform/act) because he recognized it only as an effect. 

Basically, he tried to be smart while having no familiarity with how the stuff worked. 

Keep in mind that stop motion like this fooled people in its day into thinking  it was real. 

In conclusion: your defense of Supernatural demonstrates the Dunning-Kreuger effect more than anything else. 

1) Stories are always about people, so that point is moot. 

2) Actors can emote with more than just a their face. 

3) The only FX that detract from the story being told are those that take people out of the story experience. IE: Bad FX. 

4) It wasn’t good design, they started with literally no money and ran with it instead of upgrading with bigger budgets. 

5) When you are working on the cheap, Practical beats CGI.  

ultraman hasn’t been wrestling with guys in rubber suits since 1966 for you to go on tumblr dot corn and excuse supernatural’s failures