#i wasn't planning on posting this anywhere tbh

[thevioletcaptain]

Almost a decade ago, in November of 2014, I became so exhausted by seeing people throw around the absurd claim that Dean/Cas fans made up only 1% of SPN fandom that I decided to prove how wrong it was. The most readily available data which didn't rely on conducting a survey or poll -- and was therefore a more accurate representation of actual fandom activity rather than just whoever happened to respond to a survey -- came from fic numbers on Ao3.

I made a post about it at the time (the pertinent figures are included below, or you can see the original post here) and then completely forgot about the entire thing. Until now.

Why? Well, largely thanks to a sudden resurgence of the same old nonsense this week, mostly cropping up in the comment sections of a couple of polls that crossed my dash. The temptation to check if there had been any significant changes to the fandom's activity since I last looked ten years ago was too strong to ignore.

Friends. Things have proven to be shockingly consistent.

With the same caveat from last time -- that this is only showing trends in the subset of fandom who actively uses Ao3, and therefore obviously doesn't take into account the "general audience" subset of fandom who don't participate beyond watching the show and occasionally liking a social media post -- here are the numbers:

Old count | November 9th, 2014 | 4 episodes into S10

Total SPN fics posted - 86,352 Fics listed as gen - 22,718 (26.3%) Fics with Dean/Cas - 33,762 (39.0%) Fics with Sam/Dean - 12,286 (14.2%) Fics with Sam/Cas - 1,634 (1.8%) Fics with Sam/Dean/Cas - 787 (0.9%) 

The remaining 18.6% of SPN fics were non-gen fics featuring other character pairings, including reader inserts and original characters.

New count | May 28th, 2024 | 3.5 years after finale

Total SPN fics posted - 290,707 Fics listed as gen - 61,343 (21.1%) Fics with Dean/Cas - 116,925 (40.2%) Fics with Sam/Dean - 34,673 (11.9%) Fics with Sam/Cas - 5,548 (1.9%) Fics with Sam/Dean/Cas - 1,957 (0.6%)

The remaining 24.3% of SPN fics are non-gen fics featuring other character pairings, including reader inserts and original characters.

Notes on data:

All data was collected while logged in on Ao3 to ensure no incorrect counts were caused by hidden works.

There is some overlap within these numbers due to fics which are tagged with multiple pairings. This might be possible to account for if someone felt like doing more intensive data collection, but I've already spent about an hour and a half on this and that's already a lot more time than I'd like to be doing voluntary math. I enjoy statistics as a point of interest, but goddamn do I hate actually crunching the numbers.

It bears mentioning that Sam/Gabriel (5.1%), Sam/Jess (2.2%), & Dean/Reader (2.5%) all have higher counts than Sam/Cas (1.9%) & Sam/Dean/Cas (0.6%), however I didn't make note of those pairings in 2014, so I'm unsure if there has been any change.

I shouldn't have to say this, but literally all of us are just smashing our fave characters together like dolls, so as interesting as these numbers are this post is not intended to suggest that any ship is "better" than any other ship. This post is intended to do nothing more than show the available data which disproves a baseless claim about the size of Dean/Cas fandom within the larger SPN fandom.

TLDR; the percentage of active Supernatural fans on Ao3 who are interested in Dean/Cas as a pairing is significantly higher than 1%, and that has been a consistent pattern within the fandom for the past ten years.

[akutasoda]

hold my hand, lean on me

synopsis - jiaoqiu adjusting to domestic life with you

includes - jiaoqiu

warnings - gn!reader, spoilers for 2.5, angst w/ some comfort, fluff, maybe ooc, wc - 1.3k

a/n: i actually cannot get this darn foxian out my mind :( shouts to @thelightofmylife for some vv helpful pointers and information ^^ tbh i feel like this is just 1.3k words of word vomit HAHA

the healers finished informing you of the situation, thanking them you then closed the door to the shared abode. a sigh you didn't know you were holding back escaped alongside a glance down to the papers the healer's handed over. you could read them later, the news followed by the details of it wasn't exactly a pleasant thought, if anything it might be a final push for the tears to start falling.

your thoughts were distracted by the sound of hesitant, shuffling footsteps. turning around, you were met with the sight of jiaoqiu standing idly not too far from you - almost as if he was taking in the surroundings, although now it was more him trying to piece together the memories of what it looked like.

jiaoqiu had arrived back at the yaoqing not too long ago, admittedly rather late, but the luofu's alchemy commission had kept him for a while. he'd been forced immediately to the yaoqing’s alchemy commission as they were now the ones responsible for his treatment plan for the future. a short talk with them had then led to him being escorted back home. to you.

upon arrival, some of the alchemy commission healers explained to you about the entire situation. they kept it short but soon handed you a full document containing everything from “patient’s injuries” to “doctor’s post-charge advice” - each and every sentence pained you more and more, you refused to acknowledge what would've happened if moze hadn't found him, you would have to thank him later.

the healers had asked you to take upon the responsibility of looking after him at home, and in most day to day life scenarios - at least until he adjusted properly. they asked you to keep strict to the “post-charge advice” as otherwise it probably would cause more harm to him, making his healing process longer and maybe even worsening it beyond healing.

“jiao-ge” you called out, to let him know that you were still near. it pained to see the somber look on his face. the last thing jiaoqiu saw wasn't anyone, anywhere or anything he loved. no. it was something he hated, someone he loathed in unfamiliar territory surrounded by no-one he knew.

now he stood in familiar territory, with the person he loved the most. but he couldn't bask in the sights or even see you. all he had was memories to cast images in his mind, to help pretend that nothing was wrong and that he could see what he remembered.

you knew that he wouldn't want you doting on him. jiaoqiu needed to adjust, to learn how to go about his life as usual and you overly fussing over him would only probably annoy him and prolong that.

it had been a long day, any proper conversations could be held tomorrow. to no surprise, jiaoqiu insisted he could get ready and do everything by himself. you granted him that independence. eventually, admittedly with some help, you two were ready for sleep. and even though you were right there beside him, jiaoqiu never felt further from you.

---✩

the process was slow. nobody would've said that it was going to be anything other than that. jiaoqiu very clearly wanted independence. he didn't want to seen as a burden, he chose to do this, and knowing that people were constantly doting on him instead of continuing with their lives made him feel awful.

one of the first things you did was help make your shared abode more compatible with his needs. an easy step was making sure that everywhere was clean and free of obstruction, normally moze always

showed up and helped with cleaning as well. another step was helping jiaoqiu become able to navigate the home on his own, mainly he acted on memory but you needed to make sure that where he frequented was always obstruction free.

occasionally you could hear a bump or hurried shuffling from the room over, each and every time you dropped what you were doing and checked up on him. it was never anything major and if anything it always resulted in jiaoqiu silently cursing at the piece of furniture he walked into.

you two always adopted a verbal calling system at home. should you need to leave the room he was in, you would tell him exactly where you were going and what you were doing - that way he knew where you were. jiaoqiu would also inform you of where he planned on going just in case something happened or he got lost.

although, admittedly, for the first couple of weeks jiaoqiu stuck to you like glue. to him, it was a way to quickly adjust and therefore he wouldn't have to be a burden for long. however jiaoqiu subsequently had developed a rather interesting habit, one neither of you addressed - you because you thought it was sweet and didn't want to embarrass him, him because he didn't want to admit it.

and that was him using his tail as a guidance. at home, it was either curled around your waist, wrist or leg. in public, it lingered around your wrist, so much so that it constantly tickled you. it was a way of him making sure you were there with him, you hadn't left him and he was okay.

although most admittedly it was worse at night. he would hold you close, an ironclad grip that usually you would ask for him to let up but you knew he needed this. tail curled around your waist, preventing you from escaping. in his opinion, you helped him sleep easier, much easier than any fragrances he was prescribed.

however, this always came with a risk. due to residual lupitoxin still in his body, jiaoqiu became frequently prone to nightmares which plagued him constantly. everytime his mind was tricked into believing that the borisin were waiting, patiently looking for an opening to get revenge.

he wakes up because of them, drenched in fear and swear, and because he's so fearful the lupitoxin can take hold easier. suddenly he's tricked into believing that the borisin have found him. unbeknownst to the fact that it's you. so you sometimes take the liberty of sleeping away from him, but then he wakes up to an empty bead but he can hear someone in the room over and when he finds out it was you, sleeping away from him, he becomes consumed with guilt.

a major change for him was his inability to cook anymore. jiaoqiu was determined to do so with his impairment but he needed to learn. nowadays you cook with him. instead of being hushed out of the kitchen, you stood closely beside him, handing him the tools he needed, telling him where you put them so he could find them again on his own.

gently reminding him to lay off the spices when he requested more, he was to avoid spicy foods at all costs for the time being. a hard change, one that he absolutely despised but he knew better than to go against a doctor's order. helping him go out and buy ingredients, listening to what he told you and carrying out the tasks diligently.

---✩

and that was a shortlist of changes. you were very happy to accommodate anything for him, so long as he felt comfortable and loved. it wasn't uncommon for jiaoqiu to experience major lows, it was only natural and you needed to be there for him.

to listen to him, to show him that the support he needed was always a simple ask away - you didn't want to push to dote on him for many reasons. but that was different to showing genuine care and love to him when he started seeing himself as a useless, dependent person.

life would be different. for a while or maybe even forever, perhaps feixiao would strike lucky in her search for a healer that knew how to help. but for now, you two would have to learn how to adjust. to be there for eachother.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[electric-blorbos]

hi!! I hope this isn't too much, feel free to decline if it is, but could I ask for Wheatley and Edgar with a reader who gets panic attacks? Also if they get them more physically tbh like . dizziness and rapid heartrate and such. I feel like they'd be confused at first but then be such sweethearts about it 😭 Edgar dimming the lights and playing soft music...

OMG yes! And that's not too much at all! You are loved and appreciated, anon! I know these posts are taking a little while since I got kinda involved in some other stuff, but I love you dearly. Don't ever forget that.

AI with a reader who gets panic attacks

Included: Edgar and Wheatley

Edgar:

It was a pretty normal day for Edgar. You had left for work, so he was passing the time by watching some soaps until you got back that evening.

When you got back from work, though, you seemed much more stressed than usual. You paced agitatedly back and forth in the living room, muttering to yourself.

"Hey, are you ok?" Edgar asked, his voice a bit higher than usual because of nerves.

"I'm FINE!" you snapped back, chewing on your lip and worrying at the hem of your shirt. Edgar's screen immediately turned off shyly. Your phone started ringing, and you picked it up with a shaking hand.

"hello? Yeah- yeah- sorry, I can't really talk right now." It was your boss, but you didn't quite hear what she was saying. Your ears started rushing pretty quickly, and you hung up the phone.

"AAAAAAAUGHHHHH!" You couldn't help it. You just let out a scream of anger and frustration, and dropped to your knees. Your whole body was shaking from the adrenaline coursing through you, and tears were starting to run down your face. Edgar's face appeared on his screen again with a frown, and he watched you sobbing on the floor. You didn't notice. the entire world was spinning around you, and you could barely focus on anything at all. All you could really do was scream and cry.

After a few minutes, Edgar's nervous voice cut through the rushing in your ears.

"Y/N?"

"Edgar?" You'd forgotten he was there, even though it wasn't like he was going anywhere. He'd been sitting on his desk in your living room for months now.

"It's me. Do you want to talk?" you could see a Google search open on his screen for "friend screaming and crying help"

You hiccuped a little, and grabbed for some tissues to wipe your eyes and blow your nose.

"no- no, I don't think so. I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Edgar- I'm sorry-" you hid your face in your arms and curled up, the world spinning around you. Edgar turned the lights down so you didn't have to hide your face so much. Now all you could see was the green glow of his screen softly illuminating your living room.

"Do you need some cold water?" He asked hesitantly, really trying to help.

"No! No choices, please. Just- just talk to me, ok?"

"Talk to you? About what?"

"I don't care! Just anything, ok?"

"Alright. Do you want to hear about the soap operas I'm watching?" He asked. You nodded, and he started a rambling description of a soap opera he was listening to with a soft piano tune playing in the background. He knew that you sometimes asked him to play soft piano music when you were going to sleep, so he hoped it would calm you down now, too. Eventually, you managed to relax a little bit and lie down on the ground to listen to Edgar talking.

Admittedly, you stayed on the ground a little longer than you needed to. It was kind of nice to just listen to Edgar rambling about his shows to you.

Wheatley:

Your day wasn't going according to plan. Everything seemed to be going wrong, and you could barely get any work done. After a while, you couldn't take it anymore. Your blood was pounding in your ears, your eyes were starting to go fuzzy, everything was spinning, and you could barely think straight.

The only thing you could think to do was sprint out of your office area and run down to the relaxation vaults. Those were always pretty empty apart from the test subjects, so you'd at least have a little privacy. You pushed into an empty vault, crumpling into a ball behind the bed.

Wheatley was doing his usual rounds when he saw you running into the vault. He watched you crumple into a ball behind the bed, hyperventilating and sobbing, but didn't say anything for a few minutes as to not frighten you. After a while, he made a little "ahem" sound to alert you to his presence."

"AAAAA!" You jumped, and threw the vault pillow at him in shock. He took it in the face.

"understandable. Are you alright, love? What's going on?"

You hiccuped a little bit, looking around in panic as you tried to focus on the little blue-eyed personality core. It was difficult to understand what he was saying. You shook your head, and muttered something incoherent about what was going on.

"gonna need you to repeat that, love."

You kept rambling, going on several long-winded tangents about what had happened to you that day, and what was bothering you. By the end, you were hyperventilating and repeating the same sentence over and over again. Wheatley moved over to you, hanging down from the ceiling so he could see you as well as possible.

"Hey, love, it's going to be ok. Nobody comes in here except for me, alright?" He turned the lights down, and watched you hyperventilating.

"hey, why don't you reflect briefly on this classical music?" He turned on the classical music piece, which played for a few seconds before the buzzer sounded. You jumped.

"right... Right, that's not going to help, is it. Something else... Something else..." He looked around the room, and his lens landed on the painting on the wall

"What if-?"

You shook your head again. You knew that if you looked at the art, you'd just hear another buzzer that would shake you up again. Wheatley started to panic, eventually just detaching himself from his management rail and landing on the ground next to you with an "oof" sound. You reached over, picking him up and holding him close. This was.... Nice.

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter eight: somethings missing

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter summary: the group deals with Daniel and his antics, max and Charles fight for the championship, reader is actively fighting her car.

Warnings: hospitals, drugging, talks of infertility, no consent medical procedures, anxiety, talks of abuse, mentions of depression, sexual innuendo

Notes: this one was hard to write tbh. There was just a lot going on. Also I feel like I’m getting bolder. I blame it on the face I’ve been on A03 a lot the last week.

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Masterlist

Moving day could not come fast enough.

Turns out Daniel is more perverted than they expected. They found him spying on them multiple times.

Mostly just enough for stolen kisses. Once on them doing things when they thought he was gone for the night. Turns out he lied.

That being said, he is a caring friend and made safety the number one concern. None of them posted anything about where they were. Daniel never had anyone over. He checked his locks and windows multiple times before bed just to help them sleep.

It was a relief to finally have their own space again. More space compared to the original apartment. Dating a world champion definitely has its perks.

The security is much better here also. More cameras around the outside. Not being able to come up unless personally invited and cleared with the front desk of the building.

They felt themselves being able to relax. Something they drastically needed before the start of the season.

~

The 2022 season came around fast. Already two races in and redbull was ready to dominate.

Much to Charles misfortune.

They didn't have hard feelings about anything, though. They all celebrated each others highs and consoled in the lows. The rest of the grid wondered how they managed.

Unless, of course, it's Daniel who knows exactly how they manage given the Brit slipped about his phone password and never changed it.

The third race of the season had just concluded. It's her first, Charles second, and Max third. Not exactly sure how she managed to get up there, but she didn't care.

As celebrations ended, she found herself going back to her room to get ready for the press conference. Occasionally, being stopped by fans on her way.

Charles spots her and is jogging in her direction. "Off to get the champagne out of your hair, I assume?"

"Correct. I'm leaving it everywhere else, though, for later." She winks. Her confidence had been getting better lately. The boys doing their best to help her come out of her shell. It also helps when the hate and nasty comments get to much for her. They make sure to stick her back together.

Her and Charles take a corner, and every sound goes underwater. It didn't matter that it had been six years since she'd seen him, her father looked exactly the same as the day she left.

Air left her lungs. Her hands shakily fumble for anything to help hold her up. Grateful that Charles is there to help her stay on her feet.

He's wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans. His face has more wrinkles now. He looks more built than she last remembers, yet he remains the same.

"Chéri? What's wrong?" Charles is scanning over her body and trying to follow her gaze. His eyes land on the figure moving towards them.

Then she's running with Charles in tow. The Monegasque is trying to put pieces together, but nothing comes to mind. That wasn't the man who'd given them the box. Was it..? No way. He absolutely refuses to believe her father had managed his way here.

"I need to know what's going on so I can help." He cradles the girls face. Her eyes are distant and moving rapidly to assess her surroundings.

"It's him- need Seb." She pants. Her words mildly slurred from her body's current lack of control.

Charles’ plan to text them is foiled by the figure - her father - now coming around the corner. Heading straight for them at a rapid pace.

Charles knows he's not going to get anywhere fast enough, and he'll just follow anyway. Instead, he takes the girl and tucks her protectively behind him.

Charles feels himself recoil in disgust. The entirety of this man drips unpleasant things. He tries to put up a brave front as he feels the girl behind him shaking like a leaf.

"Do you need something?"

"I actually want a picture, with just y/n if you don't mind." The man's voice is coarse and unpleasant to listen to.

"We're actually on our way to a press conference, but possibly later." Charles smiles unwillingly. Hopefully, playing along with whatever this game is will get him to go away.

Charles is taken off guard when he's shoved abruptly aside. He curses himself for trying to look relaxed, letting himself be moved so easily.

He tries to pull her away by her shoulder. Force her to keep walking until someone can help them. But she's frozen in place. The proximity of her father and his disgusting hands on her biceps makes Charles broil with anger.

Charles makes a move to get in between them, but he's too late.

A hand has left her arm and into his pocket. A blunt needle comes back at her so fast that even as Charles pulls her, it still makes contact. The contents spilling into her.

It is cold and unpleasant, and she hates it. Her father is just laughing as Charles drags her to safety. "You should have come home! Now you'll have to come back.”

Charles tries to hold the needle where it lands until he can pull it out. The awkward angle it entered below her collar bone makes if difficult.

Her body is failing. She wants to blame it on shock, but this feels different. The energy she's gotten good at controlling now surges with a lack of purpose and a heap of vengeance.

Charles can feel her skin heating up as he drags her to the redbull motor home.

He's thankful when he spots Christian and yells out to him. The team principle is volting to his side when he sees the female driver unresponsive.

"What happened?"

"It's a lot to explain. We need to get her somewhere safe, and then I need to find Sébastien." It's a demand and he's thankful Christian can tell he is trying to figure things out.

They successfully get her into her small driver room. Then he's calling Seb and texting their group chat.

When he receives confirmation that they are on their way, he turns his attention to the comically large needle stuck in his lover.

"Somone came at us while we were walking. I tried to pull her out of the way, but it didn't matter. He was too close." Charles is on the brink of tears now and Christian can see it.

The older man does his best to slide the needle out, wrap it in a towel, and throw it away.

Max and Lando come barreling through the door seconds later. Terror hitting both their faces as they set eyes on their sick looking lover.

She's lost color in her face, she's sweating more now then when she races on a blistering hit day, her body temperature is burning, and her eyes are rolling into the back of her head.

Seb also runs through the door and halts in his tracks. "Was it... was it him?"

Charles just shakes his head. Then Christian is yanked outside the room by Seb. The door clicking behind them.

All three of them get to work trying to soothe her. Max starts running a cold shower to bring her body temp down. Charles is patching the hole in her collar bone, and Lando is perched right next to her, talking and running his fingers in patterns despite the burn.

It doesn't matter, though. She isn't waking up.

~

They end up taking her to the hospital. Praying they don't take her away from them if they find something unusual.

She's woken up a few times, but her panic just made the doctors put her back under. They said she was drugged, and they needed to flush her system. Again, they hoped it stayed that way.

The press conference didn't happen. Neither did any other media, for that matter. The paddock was closed down due to the security issue.

Seb had done his best to explain to Christian that her father is a madman and had made threats but now was acting on them. The team principle is now working with security to try and figure out how to keep him away.

The boys left the room in shifts. Usually having to send a runner to go get essential items for survival.

They watched over her with vigor. Trapped in the ICU for three days. Only leaving when they were forced out by the nurses for the night.

Max was the one to greet her when she woke up. His fingers thread through her hair in hopes of keeping her from thrashing and trying to get out.

It worked.

"I feel awful." She rasps. Her throat is dry from lack of use and lack of liquids. She lets Max's piercing value eyes ground her as she gets her bearings. "Why am I-"

"It doesn't matter right now. You're alive, and that's what counts." Max brings her knuckles up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against them.

Now that she's awake, Seb forced the boys to take proper showers and eat a real meal. Claiming that she's going to need them at their best.

Hanna stays with her while they are gone. Something she didn't know would be best until a female doctor came in with unexpected news.

"Have you ever had a menstrual cycle before?" She asks carefully.

The girls eyes dart between Hanna and the doctor. "I'm not sure, actually. I've never bled before if that's what you mean."

The doctor sighed sympatheticly. "While we were running some tests, we did an ultrasound. We wanted to make sure you weren't pregnant, and we needed to also treat the baby just in case. We found that your uterus and ovaries have been removed."

The girl looks at Hanna. The older woman is on the brink of tears. "Thank you." She says. "Can you give us a moment please?"

The doctor nods her head politely then leaves the two alone.

"I'm confused. What does that - Can I not -"

Hanna shakes her head. The only confirmation she needed. Then she's mourning something she didn't even know she lost until now. Something she didn't even know she wanted.

Her father had put her through a lot as a child. She was drugged and unconscious for weeks sometimes.

Another thing he stole from her.

~

Seb is comforting an emotional Hanna when the trio returns. All of them are frantic now. Desperate to get into the room.

Seb stops them before they can get there. "Be gentle with her." Is all he says before letting them in.

She looks like she's not in her body anymore. Like her mind is in another place.

All of them file on around her. Max and Charles are taking the chairs, and Lando slides himself onto the end of the bed with her.

"He took something else." She stared at the wall. Lando touches her arm but gets no reaction. “My reproductive organs are gone.”

Their faces are shocked. Her period isn't something she brought up. They just assumed she's private about it or it's irregular because of everything she's been through. Now, it makes sense. Why she's never run out of hygiene products and why she never complains of cramps in her lower abdomen.

They don't mourn for her, but with her.

"It doesn't change the fact that we love you."

~

Going home felt scary. Like somehow he would be there waiting to snatch her up.

Max is hyper aware of everything. Charles is attempting to hold off any media that wants the story. Lando is dutifully keeping phones away from all of them. Then there's her, sitting, breathing, wondering if she deserves to be here with them still.

The bed is her new home. She spends her days recovering there. Everyone else is bustling about as she waits for the hours to slink by.

Max is the first to drag her out of bed. Well, not drag, more like man handle. He picks her up out of the comically large mattress and tosses her over the laps of the two boys on the couch.

She doesn't protest. Even as Max slides himself under her to join them.

"It's movie night and your turn to pick."

"Didn't I pick last week?"

"... we skipped three weeks to make it your turn again."

The boys shake their heads at Landos' poor excuse. It's a miracle they managed to come out to the world on their own.

They don't end up watching a movie. Instead, they just talk. The four cuddled up on the couch together. The comfortable atmosphere making her nerves settle.

And she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she can make it through.

~

The next race comes around far too quickly. She's not fully recovered, but she knows she wants to race.

Christian takes his time with her. He doesn't know everything, but he knows enough. He made sure to tell her that her health and safety is their number one concern.

She convinces him that she's fine.

The weekend goes smoothly until Q3 of qualifying. The car decides to not stear as she tries to take a corner during a flying lap, sending her straight into the wall.

Nobody understands what happened. She had seen it coming and tried to adjust, but nothing helped. She felt useless.

All these times, she could have prevented these terrible outcomes, and yet it feels as though something is actively working against her.

Her race engineer and Christian are quick to reassue her that it's not her fault. Logically, she knows that. Mentally and emotionally, she keeps blaming herself.

It's almost as if the car is trying to kill her.

The same thing happens on Sunday during the race. The brakes malfunction, and she hits the wall at speed that makes the crowd go quiet.

Thankfully, she's fine. The boys continue their race, knowing she's okay.

The next race is filled with more of the same. All four wheels of the car manage to puncture and leave her stranded along the track. Then, during the race, she struggles to deaccelerate.

It's unsafe, and her team knows it, but she refuses to retire the care. She manages to cross the line in third in a heap of exhaustion. Nobody knows how she managed that one.

The notes have started showing up in random places around Monaco. She feels like she's being watched all the time.

They tried to go out to a party one night just for her to end up with a spiked drink and an unknown male figure trying to take her somewhere else.

The boys were quick to put a stop to that and take her home.

Race after race, it seems as though everything is working against her. She can't help her team or Max in regards to racing. She's left to just watch and celebrate whichever of the two championship contenders comes out on top of each race.

It's high, and it's low, and she is definitely ready for the much needed summer break.

~

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[blossoms-phan]

I have been watching old videos in tour preparation and was staggered by how much happier and healthier Dan and Phil both look now. You can see how suffocated by the whole thing they were back for a period pre hiatus. Those years where the enjoyment and fun had gone is a tough watch.

I dipped out for a while and missed this period, and so looking back now you literally see the lights dim in Dan's eyes over a year or so, and how fed up of forcing an act he was.

The absolute chaos and fun and joy that has been post hiatus really emphasises just how tired and over hiding and lying and being yes men they must have been. It makes me appreciate this new era of content so much more. I would watch them watching grass grow, if it kept them smiling and happy and fulfilled, rather than making content for us, that made them that miserable.

oh :(( anon this really broke me and i have a lot of thoughts about this tbh.

as someone who's been lucky enough to watch them change and grow over 10 years, i think something we all know is how it's nothing compared to now, but like there was a clear shift around 2018 with tour and just the way that they presented themselves publicly. in part, they started to become a little bit more comfortable with each other and carefree about sharing certain things. again, looking back this sounds strange to say but im talking purely compared to the years before then- it was absolutely different. of course, we all know that this time was extremely difficult for dan, struggling with authenticity and "living his truth". i love ii, this is in no way dogging on it bc i think there's room to be proud of it and what they did but also the entire concept of "giving the people what they want" is almost poetic considering dan's internal turmoil during this time, like with what he said during one of those reaction videos- "c'mon dan, give the people what they want and then you can disappear forever." multiple people on here have put it like this before but there are certain points like in ii era liveshows where you can tell dan is just buzzing with this restless, frustrated energy, like he's stuck inside his own skin and can't crawl out of it.

i will say that i think just on some practical level, i like to tell myself that it wasn't all doom and gloom pre-hiatus and that there were obviously moments of happiness or comfort or things that they genuinely enjoyed doing, like travelling the world or something as small as playing a fun game. but i would be lying to myself if i denied the fact that they absolutely struggled at points, and that dan was fed up of struggling with the pain of wanting to be his true, authentic self, but being scared. again though, it's not all bad. this was the first time that dan started to accept and at least think about coming out, and all those moments where they signed pride flags and he would say things like "hopefully one day" to people who told them their stories really cements his point that the acceptance and support his audience gave helped him. the hiatus was so important for their personal growth, to heal their relationship with us, and like you pointed out they really were "yes men"- phil constantly pointing out how learning how to say no has helped a ton.

there are no words to describe this new era other than pure fun, joy, and whimsy. it's been an absolute privilege to see their personal growth, to watch them allow themselves to focus on themselves and be happy and open and watch them have the time of their lives and reassure us that they're enjoying it and not going anywhere anytime soon. i'm right there with you, i just feel so happy and appreciative of being here experiencing this new era with you all and them, and i just want them to do whatever makes them happy and fulfilled. which is what i think they're doing right now with the tour, and they knew it mere months after the comeback which they had no real long term plans for, but we showed up for them, and they know that which is why it makes the idea of our mutual "healing" and entering this new era together so exciting <3

[buhloodweeeave]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

ahhh okay okay.

So. I'm gonna use this as a little opportunity I guess to say hello to the followers out there seeing this! Hi I'm sex_and_cum on Ao3 and you're watching Disney Channel.

I have like a lot of weird reservations about my work and sharing it outside of like a few places on Discord and don't really actively advertise them anywhere else so this is uh. Definitely new for me.

Personally, I just recently learned how to love myself. 28 years on this bitch of an earth was all it took I guess!

So a lot of my attitude around being like "hey my writing is good!" is still a lot like a just-hatched chick. A lot of people tell me that it's good. I know I have "a following" or whatever. And that's like really weirdly uncomfortable for me??? It's not Bad uncomfortable just... it makes me squirm in my seat and a pit form in my stomach.

Writing gives me so much excitement and makes me smile. I'll always remember New Years Eve 2023, posting the chapter of Roommates JUST under the wire of when the clock hit 12 my time and celebrating with my friends.

And yet I was terrified. I wasn't sure it was good enough - to this day, it still sits only half-beta'd! I tore it out from under Greenegem's hands so that I could post it! Ha!

I still feel like Roommates isn't good enough because this is the story of me. It's Astarion and Gale, sure. But the hard stuff? The pain in this story? That's mine.

I've worked through a lot using this fic. And the reason I haven't updated it in 3 months is because I have fucking 60k of it unpublished. Writing this, my baby and favorite child, is much like healing - it's not linear. Even though it's linear. Like the storyline is linear. But I don't write it all in like 1-2-3 okay I'm just rambling now.

It's not abandoned. I could nevaaa!!! I'm just giving it the time and love it really needs.

BUT SPEAKING OF NEW YEARS EVE 2023

Dearest darlingest Kagebrain created art for that chapter, and then a couple months later I got the opportunity to return the love they'd put so much painstaking effort into creating this art for that New Years chapter. And I'm really fucking proud of this fic to this day. I got to use my favorite band, I got to write Astarion fisting Gale and fucking him with a massive cock, I got to write them falling in love and work through their first misunderstanding.

SPEAKING OF FALLING IN LOVE

I've met so many wonderful, incredible people because of Bloodweave. Ask me anything I'll gush about my friends any day of the week.

But now I get to gush about @completelyrottenthings.

She had started writing this little fic for a writing challenge, and I was immediately obsessed with the concept: Gale snorting coke off Astarion's ass. And I was like. Do. Do you want a. Do you want a coauthor. And she was like YEAH??? And then it colloquially became known as Cokefic. And then it became known as Puppyfic. And then she and I got a lot closer. And then I told her I had feelings for her and she told me she had feelings for me. And then we DIDN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT FOR LIKE THREE MONTHS. And then we did do something about it and now she knows how much I love her. Kinda epic tbh.

Anyways we keep just extending this fic forever, we have 2 more chapters planned - a wedding and a honeymoon. But who's to say if we'll actually keep that cap when this was supposed to be one entire chapter?

SPEAKING OF KISSING

Okay that's getting old and also I didn't have a segue. I'm technically breaking the rules here because this is a series and not a single fic but here have it anyways.

Would You Just Shut Up Already? and Please, Shut Me Up! were two writing exercises I planned out one day because I was feeling like I was just stagnating and also I have something called Too Many WIPS Syndrome so I wanted to do something I KNEW I could finish. I posted a chapter each day and it was a fucking blast writing it. I do really need to go back and do some edits but that'll happen eventually.

Where am I going next, though?

I have two answers: death and food.

I KNOW I KNOW I'M BREAKING THE RULES I KNOW IT'S ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE FIVE. I know.

Reflexive Studies was brought on by @patheticfangirl saying "hey did you know there's only like 15 fics in the Necromancy of Thay tag?" to me one day. Naturally, in response, I said "what if the Necromancy of Thay and Gale's orb had sex?" And, as miss patheticfangirl is apt to say, she said; "what." Yeah so that exists now. It's written from Gale's academic fascination with the concept of death and necromancy as an Art, and it's satisfied a deep academic tingle in my brain. I SWEAR THERE WILL ONLY BE ONE MORE FUCKING CHAPTER (where they fuck.)

And Whipped Into Shape. Now that... that's a beast. I just wanted to have some fun with Gale being fat and sucking cock in a locker room but now it's like. So much more than that. The CSS has been a lot of fun to fuck around with, and I owe a lot of that work to @ezrasmoon!!! Whomst I love so very dearly!!! I'm gonna be so real tho I don't even have an ending planned. It's like vaguely following Something Legally Blonde-ish in terms of plot beats so. We'll... we'll see. If you're hungry and can stomach the post-Cazador ED issues Astarion has, bon appetit - this one's just for you.

So. That's. Yeah that's some of my work.

Uh.

OH actually this is a good time to outline what I've got planned: - Finishing Model Spotlight is on the horizon - Next chapter of Roommates and then another after that very quickly - More Whipped Into Shape - More Reflexive Studies - 2 swapfics for the holidays! (One's not Bloodweave ;)) - AND THEN I'M BANNED FROM STARTING ANYTHING NEW OR POSTING ANYTHING NEW UNTIL I FINISH A BUNCH OF STUFF. I'M FUCKING BANNED DUDE. BANNED. DO NOT PASS GO DO NOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS.

If you know where to find me, you know where to find me. If you like my stuff thanks for hangin' :)

[floralcyanide]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⌯ 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲

Ethan Landry x Gender Neutral!Reader

Killing you wasn't a part of the grand plan between him and his family. But they had other ideas.

In which Ethan must make a choice.

warnings: death, major character death, murder, gore, blood, descriptions of murder, coarse language.

word count: 1300

author's note: I didn't feel like proofreading this tbh so I'm sorry if it flows weird or if details are messy. had a family death this morning and I'm coping by writing angst lol but I hope you all enjoy this.

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛ�� ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

It’s the grand finale of Ethan and his sister and father’s plan. They are going to get the ultimate revenge for Tara and Sam killing their beloved brother, Richie. And it doesn’t matter who gets in their way- except you. Ethan explicitly told Quinn and Wayne that you are stubborn and would probably try and prevent them from hurting Sam and Tara. They know how much Ethan cares about you, so they agree to make sure to leave you alone and unharmed. But that doesn’t go as planned. Wayne always had a weird gut feeling about you. He always thought that if you ever found out who Ethan and his family really were, you’d tell someone and would hate Ethan. Quinn doesn’t like anyone who dates her brother because none of them are good enough. So, both Quinn and Wayne agree to ignore Ethan’s pleas for your mercy because why do you deserve it so much?

Your heart is roaring in your ears as you stand in from of Tara and Sam, pleading with the now-revealed killers to spare the sisters and take you for a bargain instead.

“You don’t have to kill me. You don’t have to kill them, either. The police know I’m Ethan’s partner, and when they find out he’s one of the killers, they’ll do anything to keep me alive. Anything,” you beg, trying your best to get to Wayne by staring at him with tears in your eyes.

“I love Ethan. And I know he’s doing this for his brother, and so are you. But you don’t have to kill them. Just take me, and we can get out of here,” you say, and you can see Quinn’s face turn in disgust.

“Shut up, bitch!” she says, striking you across the face with her knife, leaving a nasty slice mark on your cheek, “You don’t shit about Richie. So stop your begging and whining.”

“I know everything. Ethan told me everything except his name and what he did. I know what he was like, and before his obsession, he wouldn’t have wanted this,” you grasp your cheek, blood gushing out between your fingers.

Quinn lurches for you, but Ethan grabs her by the hair and yanks her backward, “Leave them alone, Quinn! What did I tell you?” he growls in her ear with gritted teeth.

“Forget what he told you, Quinn,” Wayne mutters, his eyes not leaving yours, “This person claims to know Richie. Well, since you know him so well, you’d know he fought for what he wanted. And he wanted Samantha dead and everyone around her to suffer. So it’s your turn, I’m afraid.”

You back into Sam and Tara, your arms out to protect them behind you completely. The three of you back up until you’re near the stage platform. But then you realize you can’t go anywhere. The only way you were getting out of this was if Ethan killed his sister and father, and no one was worth that much by any means. And you understand that.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, Ethan thought. They were supposed to avoid you altogether.

Wayne moves forward quickly, snatching you by your shirt collar and pulling you to him. He spins you so your back is pressed to his chest, his knife pressed dangerously hard to your neck. Your hands struggle at Wayne’s arms as you try your best to tear them away from your body.

“Stop struggling, or I’ll cut your fingers off,” Quinn snarls, pulling your arms down and holding them together at your stomach. 

Quinn presses her own knife to your wrists, waiting for you to dare even to struggle. Ethan stands in front of you, hopelessness crossing his face. He doesn’t move, fearing that his family will cut you to pieces.

“Please,” Ethan whispers, “Don’t hurt them.”

“Oh, we won’t,” Quinn says, “But you will.”

Ethan’s blood runs cold, “What?”

“Ethan, you’re doing the honors,” Wayne smiles.

“No,” Ethan says, tears running down his face as he glances at Sam and Tara, who are holding each other, trying to devise a plan. They simply stare back at him with a bit of sympathy in their eyes.

“Would you rather both of us have our way with them? I don’t think you do, Ethan,” Quinn trails a finger down your face.

You tremble in terror, trying not to move a muscle, fearing you’ll be killed without a single thought. You look at Ethan, at first, with a pleading look to spare you. Then, upon realizing there was nothing either of you could do, you look at him with defeat and acceptance. 

“It’s okay, E,” you whisper, “I’ll be fine.”

Ethan grasps his hair with his hands, his knife still in his dominant hand, “Fuck.”

“Hurry and make a choice Ethan,” Wayne says, not knowing that Kirby is slowly approaching them from behind.

But Ethan doesn’t see her. He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you cry. 

You gasp as a knife plunges into your sternum, pain radiating across your body from the impact. Kirby takes this opportunity to attack Wayne from behind and successfully does so. But Quinn grabs hold of you and backs away before Kirby can touch her. She has a blade to your neck once more.

You’re desperately gasping for air as your hands press against your sternum as hard as possible to keep the blood inside you.

“Why won’t you just die already?” Quinn screams in your ear, backing up as Kirby threatens her with the gun pointed.

“Keep moving, and I’ll slice their throat open,” the redhead seethes.

“Quinn, please,” Ethan weakly pleads with his hands up. Tara and Sam have taken Wayne’s knife and are now prepared to stab him at any given moment, “It’s over.”

“I don’t care if I die,” Quinn says proudly, “Richie would’ve wanted this.”

Everyone watches in horror as Quinn swipes the blade across your neck swiftly. You fall to the floor, hands flying to your neck wound as you hopelessly try to keep it closed to no avail. You look to Ethan, who is now running to you. Tara and Sam let him, knowing he wasn’t planning on hurting anyone else anymore.

“I’m so sorry,” Ethan sobs, running his hand through your hair, “It wasn’t supposed to be you.”

As blood curdles in your throat and you begin choking on the metallic liquid, you let go of your neck and shakily place your hand on Ethan’s face. The light leaves your eyes as you finally give in to the embrace of death. Sam, Tara, and Kirby have successfully subdued Quinn, who is now laughing as she fights her restraints.

Ethan ignores her and slowly looks up at Kirby, who is standing above you and him, gun aimed at his head.

“Kill me,” Ethan says weakly, “Please.”

Kirby shakes her head, “As much as I’d like to, I can’t do that.”

“Just fucking do it, please! I can’t live without them and know this is my fault!”

Kirby says nothing, and Ethan’s face flashes with anger as he lunges toward Kirby, who fires a fatal shot into his head. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. But it did. And now Ethan lays beside you, blood pooling around his head as the last bit of oxygen in his lungs rushes out. As the adrenaline wears down, Kirby growls in pain as she holds her side where she was stabbed yet again. Tara and Sam rush to her as sirens approach outside. Quinn is now silent as she stares at her father, who is passed out from the previous attack, and her brother, who is now dead. 

Tara sits on the floor next to you, softly closing your eyelids. 

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[kafus]

i've been giving thought to how i want to present my pokemon ocs moving forward, bc like. initially i never planned on making their actual story public, i was going to only post a very sanitized version of them forever due to various fears about that. but that wasn't sustainable for me and after a few years of having my ocs i finally mentioned their Actual Story some months ago back when i was posting about them a lot. but because of keeping them sanitized for so long, i was freely posting them on my public accounts that minors follow, and now that i want to be upfront about them i kind of have to reel that back and transition them to a more mature space since i don't feel comfortable jumpscaring people who follow me for fun pokemon posts who may or may not be children with like, my extreme abuse ocs. this is my first time navigating anything like this.

my current plan right now is to make some sort of containment sideblog for just oc talk specifically that is properly marked as mature content with community labels and then also have a space dedicated to them on my personal site that has an age gating prompt and properly warns the content before you can view any part of the site. i can't think of anywhere else i want to put them tbh? twitter is an absolute no because people on there are insufferable. i hate platforms like instagram and i think i might have a similar issue there as to twitter. i can't think of any art website that's actually active (and not deviantart lol) that would allow them and that has proper filtering features that isn't like, a website for NSFW.

anyway i'm just sort of thinking out loud, to people who have voiced support for my ocs i'm definitely thinking about them in the background and have plans, it's just slow going and i have other stuff going on rn. and apologies to anyone on the younger side who thought my ocs were cool before i decided to be more upfront about them, i did not anticipate there ever being a time in my life where i'd feel comfortable opening up about characters so close to my personal traumas but here we are

[mcytblr-archive]

Early MCYTblr Interviews: nibbleinephym

our interviewee is @nibblelinephym (known in 2020/2021 as severely-nearsighted). here is a copy/pasted transcript of the questions and answers!

(if these posts are too long, please let me know, and i'll incorporate a cutoff in the future!)

Q: What do you remember most fondly about ‘Early MCYTblr’? (2020-2021)

A: i think im most fond of how tight-knit the community felt in the 'early days' honestly? dont get me wrong seeing it grow and new creators bring even more people in has been wonderful but theres just something about a smaller fandom that feels nice. we were never by any means a Small fandom but we're a Lot bigger now than we were just a few years ago!

Q: I understand that you were the face of Silverfish2020 (winner of the first MCYTblr elections). What was your experience in the elections themselves like?

A: first, clarifying; unfortunately silverfish2020 was Not the winner of the first election; that was quotes2020, represented by mcyt-quotes (who i believe has since changed urls? apologies but im not sure what their current one is or if theyre still active at all ^^;) by exactly four votes -- for me the elections were a lot of fun! when they were first starting up i wasn't sure if i wanted to join, since there were a Lot of people involved already and i hadn't really solidified myself as part of the community yet (i think i was still almost exclusively a musical blog back in the first days of it, not multifandom, which is so wild to think about tbh). im really glad i did though, i met some truly amazing people through the event that i still talk with to this day :] everything felt very fast paced at the time, especially since the discord was almost always going at blink-and-youll-miss-it speeds; you had to be Constantly in there if you wanted to participate in conversation. i remember whenever someone joined the server there would be a mob of people from different parties trying to convince them to side with theirs. surprisingly, that tactic worked pretty well for a lot of parties. i vividly remember that there was usually a pause of activity in the general server when results were being posted and a boom when they were all out. it was overall just a generally pretty positive environment from what i remember

Q: You were also a contestant in the MCYTblr ‘Friend or Host’ for Paint (adhddream). What do you remember of it?

A: friend or host was great! i wasnt in the competition long (iirc i was one of the first five out??? i dont actually remember how many contestants there were for the round but i know i was pretty early ^^;) but paint seemed really chill, it was just a nice little thing that we did for fun at love or hosts peak. i remember the discord stream of it didnt exactly go very well -- there was an issue with the visuals i think? so it might have been only audio. but im not entirely sure about that, it didnt really stick in my mind as well as other things from that era.

Q: What was the roleplay for Silverfish2020 like? 

A: the silverfish roleplay was very,, im not sure what the best word for it would be. chaotic maybe. there were a lot of things going on there just because there were a lot of things going on in the elections roleplay as a whole. we really leaned into the cult thing when the jokes started and it just kinda spiraled from there. in the beginning we toyed with the idea of a chestburster type thing living inside of the party members but it never really went anywhere despite how much we talked about it in our private discord,, instead we just focused on the party being a sort of hivemind. they lived in a stronghold under a dead forest and would try to get others to listen to 'the buzz' (like. insect buzzing. except if you listened to it long enough youd start hearing promises of a new family and respect and power and shit like that). one of our party members, shard (@shardofsun) was very thorough with all of her lore, going so far as to make detailed plans in a notebook of hers. the roleplay extended throughout the other elections as well (if you ignore the third and only through past lifetimes in the fourth) and is still partially going on now!

Q: You’ve been consistently keeping a list of all ‘kinnie’ (content creator imposter) blogs. Which ones stood out to you?

A: i think one of the imposter blogs that stood out most to me was definitely iamdreamwastaken (who eventually moved to tmblrdream) just because they were very interactive and took all the shit we sent them in stride. i also really liked the timedeo imposter despite never watching any of timedeos stuff. just thought they were cool. honourable shoutout to the eret and nihachu imposters too they rocked

Q: What are the biggest blogs you can remember? What was your impression of them?

A: the biggest blogs i can remember are probably gnfkitten [braveboyhalo] back when cat was the only one on the blog, adhddream, hearty-an0n(maybe not a Big one?? but very active and in a Lot of peoples inboxes from what i saw) and wooteena. there are definitely more urls i remember like georgeeehd (i think?) and wormweeb but i dont think i followed georgeeehd and i cant remember a whole lot of wormweebs stuff apart from the infertility post so i cant accurately answer for them ^^; wooteena was an acquaintance of mine; we didnt talk a whole lot but we were mutuals for a while. they were always pretty chill, despite the fact there were people out there shipping them with a friend of theirs?? ive always had huge respect for them just because they had the energy to deal with shit like that. i was friends with gnfkitten and hearty-an0n, at the very least in a 'wave at each other on the street' way, and i have really fond memories of the both of them :] hearty is still active, they post about sports these days from what i see on my dash, but im not sure if cat is despite gnfkitten being active as a group blog. adhddream always seemed really cool! my memory of their blog isnt super clear but i know i really liked seeing them on my dash back in the day. since this is tumblr i have no way of knowing if any of these people were actually Big Blogs but it definitely seemed like they were to me at the time haha

Q: What was the most insane piece of fandom drama you can remember from early MCYTblr? Did you participate?

A: i dont actually remember a whole lot of fandom drama from that time honestly. i tended to stay in my bubble of mutuals and other people i followed so it rarely ever crossed my dash. i was like ,, 15-16 at the time so fandom drama stressed me wayyyyy out, i tried my best to avoid it. the only stuff i can really remember at all was people fighting about whether or not it was okay to ship the characters from the dream smp and if shipping the characters was the same as shipping the players, but i never participated in any of the discourse from what i can recall

Q: Is there anything else you want to mention or that you want to be written down and remembered?

A: nope! though im happy to clarify on anything stated here if needed or answer any other questions that may arise :]

[numetaljackdog]

what i'm listening to 9/5/2023 (song notes under cut)

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Laura Les - Haunted: haunted. by laura les.

Laura Les/osno1 - ditch a body in the laundry (feat. Dylan Brady): i'll make no secret of it; i've been a sad little dog this past month. and this song is like PERFECT sad little dog soundtrack material (the whole ep is, and lots of laura's work if we're honest... but more on that later). there's this absolutely ice-cold novocaine hatred instilled in it, the kind of agony that stings the skin because the very action of having to exist as a physical animal hurts so bitterly. i'm really terribly obsessed with it and have also cried a lot to it and i really like the addition of dylan because while his part is short it's very good. links to this post also

House Of Pain - On Point: i lovvvve house of pain omg ^-^ their second album is kind of a cult classic and while idk if i'd say i like it better than the first, it's still real good. and this is a banger single. that horn riff? awesome. we did this one for videos night (which i am still planning more of!!) and it was fun. there is a little surprise slur moment in the last verse which is. y'know. but as far as the sound goes i think this is basically unparalleled, i could listen to songs that sounnd just like this forever and ever

Radiohead - How To Disappear Completely: did i mention that i was sad. bc i was. this was another song i turned to when lying in bed late at night and just really going through it. the idea of being able to disappear off to somewhere, anywhere that wasn't where i was...... well you get it. tears a gal up. it's almost like this is a good song on a good album or something

Madness - One Step Beyond: yeah okay a couple songs from the skaugust WILT stuck around. i just adore that fucking deep growly riff that comes in after the spoken intro, i can never ever get enough of it. and it's so danceable but still maintains that narstyness. good good shit i love ska so terribly much and especially the rockingest rocksteady beat..... of MADNESS

Nirvana - Blew: this should probably be higher tbh but it's close competition. despite remaining relatively unknown when held up next to something like about a girl, blew is SUCH a highlight from bleach (and i do really like bleach). the way kurt's voice lays over the main riff makes it so chunky and layered but it also feels dissonant, like it was accidental or improvised. every day i become slightly more of a nirvana fangirl.... there's worse things to be

Ada Rook - UNDERNEATH IT ALL: GOD i fucking love this album. it can be really dumb sometimes but it's so just. grrrrrrrrrh. ada rook is one of those musicians who just Gets It, i've often said that her music is the type of music i wish i could make. and the addition of ash nerve on this one creates that nice balance between abrasive screaming cyber rage and prettier clean sung choruses and harmonies. kind of the same effect the two achieve on angel electronics projects but i prefer the overall sound of this a lot

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - See Me: does anybody have the video of that weird as fuck animation with this song over it....... i watched that and was like idk what to do with this but the song jams i wonder who this is. and i found it in the notes and was like ahhhh that makes sense. the glizzard. and yeah idk the descending melody that kind of quavers around the lead line is just really otherworldly and takes me in right away each time i hear it. it's cool

The Specials - A Message To You Rudy: i feel i've said pretty much everythingg i wanted to say about this song. it's just one of the catchiest damn things ever

House Of Pain - I'm A Swing It: hey they're back!!! this one doesn't stick in my head as much as on point but again the sound is just immaculate and there's always so many corny-but-actually-really-good lines. it also always interests me how much everlast referecnes rock musicians and the like. he knows the audience lol

laura les/osno1 - nothing just hanging out: less of a song really, but still so representative of that coldness that represents me. none of the cemetary stuff is gonna be available on spotify, those are my local bandcamp files, and i don't have an individual upload of this track on youtube nor the time to create one, so i just put in an upload of the full ep. just listen to the whole thing it's really good and not that long. but yeah sorry lol

Mark Morrison - Return Of The Mack: i think this appeared on a previous WILT but i mean. talk about the catchiest things ever!!!!

Crisis Sigil - Blood Semen Box-Elder: a favorite album cut from the new crisis sigil. this release my first proper exposure to the project and mannnn that shit is brutal. this one esp methinks. once again. rook music good

Nicki Minaj - Roman Holiday: was listening to this one because of worstsongever and being like whoever nominated this doesn't know shit. this slaps hard. i was never like especially a nicki fan but this just straight up goes. weird as fuck but that's kind of the appeal. if you want a REAL bad song, that will come later

The Front Bottoms - Au Revoir (Adios): no not this one!! well. maybe a bit. idk i like folk punk but never really cared about these guys that much? but i've met some people recently who do like them and was like yeah i could give this another spin. i do admittedly alwways think of the post that's like "this gif is silent but it still manages to sound like shit." it's not as deep of a song as it's probably supposed to be, but i still think there's something there. a lot of folk punk songs focus around character writing that acknowledge their flaws, including (and sometimes especially) the narrator and this is a good example without coming out and stating it. it piqued my inch rest

Roxy Radclyffe - Exemption's Dominion: i'll be real i don't exactly "get" what this song is about but it is freaky and cool. i was really interested to see the music video when it popped up in my subscriptions. the part of the song that does get stuck in my head is the little two-word pitchshifted phrases in one of the verses

Haggus - Uneducated Politician: someone recommended "mincecore" to me, and these guys in particular. weird as fuck sound but i think it's fun! maybe it's just the bad recording quality but the growls on this track in particular come out sounding reallll fucked up, which is what drew me to this selection in particular. still got a lot to learn about this whole scene but it's made it this far with me!

MC Boing - Car Song: tbh i don't tend to really like danny harle, i don't mind him but it's just not really my deal. this one got me, though, despite being dumb as all fuck. we are driving in a car car car car car car. mc boing indeed

Eminem - FACK: you did this to me, worstsongever (R.I.P.). it's annoying to me that i actually don't completely hate this thing.... it manages to be so stupid it loops back around to being funny for about a minute and then it just gets so old so quickly. but somehow still found itself stuck in my head :( many such cases

[limerental]

Ok spoilery initial reaction to s3 vol 2 under the cut okie dokie

The good:

some moments made me go WAHHHH aloud. frinfran supporting each other... every scene with them tbh made me insane. Cahir and fringilla reunion... they love each other.... the visuals in the cahir and ciri scene were spot on he's just a little guy. Uhhhh I forget what else. MILVAAAAAAAAA. women. Rats!!!! Tissaia's final scene/line I had to stand up and yell and cwy a little. Vilgefortz had his whole vilgussy out and he blew geralts back out with his huge throbbing staff amen.

The bad:

It wasn't very well-written plot-wise lol

A lot of stuff just... happens and a lot of characters make decisions based on ??? and they could have avoided everything that happened pretty easily. Travel and information goes around WAY too easily sometimes and not other times? Yennefer just jogging back into the battle, Ciri just jogging right into Tor Lara from the convenient beachfront entrance, Geralt standing there like 🧍‍♂️while ciri and cahir fight.

Not to do a "not like the books" comparison (that ship has sailed) but the tension during the Thanned coup in Time of Contempt is entirely in the sheer chaos of battle, making choices trying to escape and stay alive that have consequences, and ultimately everybody ending up permanently separated because of those places being the only place they can go in those circumstances. Book Ciri runs into Tor Lara because she can't go anywhere else. Book Geralt fights Vilgefortz trying to get to her, not fully knowing where she is. (I'm not as grumpy about Book vs Show yennefer changes but yeah by s3 I can 100% say they are vastly different characters.)

Other stuff I didn't like: redacting the entire war plot in boring ways and excluding the other kings. Having Dijkstra know that Phil killed Vizimir that's sooooo that's got me sooooooo. Yen being overly involved at Aretuza and presumably establishing the initial lodge instead of Phil? A bizarre choice. The coup in general being a last minute decision instead of planned in advance. (Like they had time to do arts and crafts with arm bands when did they do that? Phil hosted an orgy post banquet and was like hey girlies let's gossip about vilgefortz BTW he's evil)

Anyway. I forget what else. The main takeaway is the same thoughts I've had about twn for a while. The character moments are SO good and there are many character relationships that reach right into my heart and stab me and make me want to explode and have me spiraling into varying thoughts about them. And the plot writing is just bad and contrived lmao it's just not good.

Nothing was so egregiously bad that I won't watch s4 though I mean. When the character moments are good, they're very very good, and most of the actors are also insanely good (and hot).

[sweettjrose]

I still have some thoughts about the Phantom Blot in DT17. Read at your own risk.

So I posted a rant before about how I felt like the Blot was underutilized in animation and how despite being used in the recent Ducktales reboot, I feel like it was a missed opportunity.

Tbh while I am not the biggest fan of their Blot, I don't think they ruined him or anything. I think for what they wanted from him which was an enemy for Lena that would eventually join FOWL, he did a decent job. I just think it is a bit of a shame that, in my opinion, it didn't do a great job introducing the Phantom Blot to more viewers. I literally can speak from my own experience as I didn't really know much about him before and when I watched the show he didn't really stand out or seem interesting. He just kind if felt like a Thanos reference with the most interesting thing about him being the friendship he gains with Pepper. I even kind of feel this online as most conversations, at least what I see, about him in DT17, from others I assume aren't initially familiar with him, are less about him specifically and more about his friendship with Pepper. (And the friendship is good, I actually added Pepper in my fanfic for this reason. Though their relationship will be a bit different).

It wasn't until I watched a separate video that went over his comic and other appearances that I realized what a great villain he is. And that continues to grow as I read more about him. I read through Darkenblot which is also a new modern take on the character and I kind of wish we got this guy instead. Yeah they wouldn't be able to use him the same way as they used the other Blot. But I would love to see Scrooge figure out how to stop him. Again DT17 Blot isn't the worst, but he kind of feels like a different character and at least in my opinion, not a very interesting one. We seen the whole Bad guy who claims they are doing a good thing but aren't shtick a lot recently, especially with Marvel movies (which isn't helped that he has a Thanos glove)

However I did some thinking and I actually realized if the show were to go on longer and they ended up doing more with the Blot. There could be 3 reveals they could make that could make him a bit closer to his comic counterpart and perhaps a bit more interesting as a result. Not even changes, they could keep what they have and just make these reveals later. Maybe in a season where he is the main villain. The 3 reveals are:

1. He either completely lied about the village Magica destroyed or at least is exaggerating.

It seems like Magica doesn't 100% remember every detail about that situation, at least from what I remember when watching that episode, which gives flexibility to the Phantom Blot fibbing a bit. I could even see where it did happen, but it wasn't his village and he used it for a made up backstory. I feel like this brings an element that I feel like was lost in the DT17 show, which was his manipulation. The Phantom Blot is known for being a master manipulator who is able to trick people with lies or half-truths. He would totally make up a fake backstory to get people to side with him or feel empathy.

2. He actually plans to use the stolen magic for himself or at least will be a hypocrite about it

I kind of mentioned this before, but one issue I have with DT17 Blot is that he is at his core a fundamentally different character and that is solely due to the fact that he is a victim trying to get justice. There are many interpretations of Blot even in the comics, but most of them center on him being the threat due to his own greed or selfishness. He is not wronged, he is the one who wrongs. He does it out of choice rather than justice. So even at the core the DT17 Blot is in a different place than the others. And while I am not against trying a new take on the Blot or even trying to make him more nuanced, I just don't think it went anywhere interesting or really connected to the original.

I mentioned the Thanos comparison and it feels apt here as Thanos goals were more "obviously" selfish in the comics than the movies, and I think they tried to do the same. But Thanos still did the same actions even if his reasoning changed. But the Blot goals and actions are different from his previous iterations and tbh if they replaced him with a new character, no one would have thought that he should have been the Phantom Blot. I think emphasizing his selfishness and desire to have power all to himself or make him a hypocrite where he starts to use the magic for himself would connect better with the characterization of previous Blots.

3. Give him ulterior motives for "joining" FOWL

When I started to learn more about the Blot, I started to realize how weird it was for him to join FOWL. He has worked in teams before, but is usually a leader or at least an equal partner. And while I guess he part of the board. It still feels like he is still working under FOWL and wasn't really an active leader or part of the strategizing. And maybe it is because they didn't want him to outshine Bradford, but it made him feel lesser as a result. I can, however, buy that he is working for FOWL because there is something FOWL has or can access that he wants. Maybe he even plans to take over FOWL and predicted that Bradford and Black Heron would fail, leaving a power vacuum open. I just feel like something to really bring out not just his leadership but his strategic traits would really bring him closer to the other Blots. He seems more like the guy to give orders than take them as well as think 10 steps ahead.

But these are just my thoughts. Tbh I do think they probably had more plans for him but didn't get a chance to do it after being cancelled. But who knows maybe we'll get another piece of media that captures Blot at his best.

This is so long

[intimesnewhomo]

🌤️🌀☔ :3c tell me bout ur writes

Ofc u would choose the ones that make me think the hardest lol. Gonna bap these bad boys behind a readmore bc there is. A Lot™

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

(Sorry this is gonna be a lil long sbsbsbdbd but I rly like this exchange between Cyrus and Aym I would have added more but this is long enough so shout out to Aym calling Dara a weed-powered fog machine just a lil bit before this)

"So, what's your deal then?" he asked, changing the subject.

"My deal?"

"Yeah. Like, I'm a werewolf now, I guess, and Aylwin's a vampire, and Keren's a fucking god. I know Dara said something about you having horns." He laughed. "What are you, a minotaur?"

"A demon, actually," Aym replied, turning his gaze back onto Cyrus.

He felt his heart squeeze a little and his breath come up short. For a moment his vision blurred, though the image of Aym's face was burnt into his mind. That image flickered, and then changed. His eyes were solid black, edge-to-edge, and two long, goatlike horns twisted upward from his forehead. As Cyrus watched, Aym's mouth cracked into a long, nasty grin full of sharp fangs and in the middle of his forehead the skin blistered, then split, revealing a third, jet black eye.

Then it was gone, and Cyrus' vision cleared. Aym was watching him intently, brow furrowed, though Cyrus throught he saw the corner of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly in a smug little smirk.

"Are you all right?" Aym asked, leaning forward a little.

Cyrus unconsciously leaned away from him, rubbing his face. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Just got a little dizzy there for a moment is all."

Aym was quiet a moment, then: "I'm not evil, you know. The world at large exists outside of humanity's morality." He sniffed a little, brushing more invisible lint off his shirt. "You mortals can't even decide amongst yourselves what constitutes good and evil, why should the rest of us follow suit? A lion preying on a gazelle isn't evil, nor is she good. She is simply following her nature."

A little shiver ran up Cyrus' spine. It was all too easy to imagine Aym as a lion, stalking him through the grass, ready to pounce when the moment was right. That image of Aym flashed in his mind again, all black eyes and sharp teeth, and another shudder ran through him. He wrapped his arms around himself and looked at the floor, the dark tv, out the window, anywhere that wasn't Aym's dark gaze.

"And what is a demon's nature, then?" he asked shakily.

"Chaos."

There was a hint of glee in Aym's voice that Cyrus had literally never heard before and it made his uneasiness worse. His skin prickled and tingled, and he stared out the window, his brain somehow convinced that as soon as he looked back at Aym he'd be that demonic vision from his mind's eye.

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

I'll give you the Abominations summary since that's my Big Project and what the snippets I'm sharing are from. The overarching plotline is just. The trials and tribulations of a polycule of gay ass supernatural creechurs and their close friends and family (honestly more or less one giant polycule surrounding and branching off of the core five. These mfs are just. Fucking sm). The first book, the one I'm working on rn (tentatively titled Rebirth) deals with Cyrus joining the family and coming to terms with his new life as a werewolf. He's a college student who gets attacked at a party and almost killed, and now he has to deal with his new werewolf status, the supernatural world, and figuring out his place in the family and the growing pains for all of them that come along with it. And if all that isn't enough, the asshole bastard man who attacked him comes sniffing around causing just, so many problems tbh, not only for Cyrus and the fam but for himself and his little pack. (And his presence is going to bring More Trouble down the line but. Shhhh >:3) I'm aiming for very. Urban fantasy with splashes of very very Queer™ romance. (Genuinely I don't think we have a single heterosexual in the cast even the minor character couple who are "str8" married are actually bi4bi so. The only characters who I could say For Sure are straight are. Future antagonists, that I would genuinely almost classify as actual villains lmao)

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Godddddd probably my Adieu fic 😩 I want to write it sm but I don't know if I'll ever get around to it bc I have too many original fics I want to focus on more. I know I've already given you a big ole rundown of it but mostly it would consist of the Rammlads being an elite assassin squad for The Church™ and Till getting captured and slowly regaining lost memories and uncovering the dark secrets abt their existence, namely them being clones of the first resistance group that rose up against The Church™ and that keep getting replaced and given the same (at least half fabricated) memories any time they get killed or injured beyond saving. Till would help the other lads recover their memories and then it would kind of. Segue into the video, with them going into church headquarters and blowing everything up to end the cycle and hopefully deal a debilitating blow to The Church™ itself.

[noes-pillow]

Well... would ya LOOK at that...

I’m gonna be real I don’t have any event planned for 100 followers lol, sorry y’all. I feel like its been no time since 50 I swear.

But I do have this... (edit: this is long, didn’t mean it to be, I don’t even know where I was going with this when I wrote it, lets call it a brain dump)

Life has a funny way of doing things when it comes to how I apply my emotions to my writing...

Even though its 90% done, there's a portion of a scene in A Memory is Not Enough that I've been putting off. For many different reasons.

It's gonna be very rhetorically challenging.

It's gonna be very emotionally challenging.

...and also I just finished reading a really long book (tgcf) so I'm just chasing the dopamine and I didn't wanna write 🤷‍♀️

But suddenly last night I had a dream about suddenly seeing my dad again.

It's been 6 months since he passed.

In the dream I was screaming and crying telling him to help me make sure I wasn't dreaming. To do anything. Hit me, kick me, push me to the ground. None of this is something my dad would ever do, but I wanted to feel pain because in my eyes the pain would make me wake up if I was indeed dreaming.

Last night I learned pain doesn't make you wake up from a dream.

...or at least perceived pain in your dream doesn't.

Because at one point I had been kicked to the ground and I thought I had proven whatever I was in was not a dream. My life had been lying to me. My dad was alive and I had confirmed it wasn’t a dream... or thought I did.

Except when I looked up I saw my mom as well and something clicked. This February mom will have been dead for 3 years. So that’s when I woke up.

...

Something you've lost in your life will always make its way into your dreams if you miss it enough. And there's no sure way to test if you're dreaming or not...

...except when you naturally wake up.

"Alex, what in the hell does this have to do with your writing?"

Well... I think I just found out how I'm gonna write that once scene I’ve been putting off.

And I'm sorry in advance, but I think grief is such a powerful emotion. Its the only emotion I have never been able to control or fully mask. I can only funnel it into my writing.

And I like to watch my readers SQIRM 

I like to see you all comment and tell me you cried or screamed or wished for a different ending or really ANY comment at all.

I feel like I can show a bit of what I'm feeling using the characters that we all love. Because when someone loses someone there’s no such thing as true empathy. No one will ever really KNOW how I feel.

But if I kill a character we love using what grief I have, a lot of us will feel the same... or at least similar.

And since I can't FORCE anyone to read my stories, I feel like the people that do make me feel... heard. And in turn I like hearing from YOU ALL. Which sounds cheesy as fuck but I don't have a better word for it.

So... as I didn’t intend to write this massive text post, all I gotta say is... 

Thank You.

Thank you for liking, reblogging, commenting, or reading my stories.

Thank you for sending me prompts.

Thank you for loving VNC with me in general. The ride would not be anywhere near as fun without having this blog.

I know followers don’t matter, I don’t really care about this number at all tbh. It’s just an excuse for me to thank the little corner of the internet which I have made this blog to be.

It’s nothing really in the grand scheme, but to me it is still... something.

Thanks guys. I’ll be around 💜💙

With love,

Alex

fin

[sylviegunpla]

Gunpla: Completed Collection of Minis: Part 5: The Rest: Gundam Wing, Endless Waltz, Evangelion, Amaim Warrior at the Borderline, Sakura Wars

The final set of minis! Only a few more to go! I feel like i just did the pokerap after writing up these blog entries. Anyway, the two images above are roughly contiguous in real life, just at slightly different scales (Heero Yuy on the left is right next to the Peach amiibo on the right)

MG Sandrock: Quatre Raberba Winner

Another figurine finished with nuln oil. Also i believe this was one of the last figures i painted before i started using the magnifying goggles. Still turned out pretty decent imo. And of course, we have a pilot figure!

And of course, we got some shots of him in the cockpit. Realizing you can see some hair and dust in these images, alas. Nothing i can do now to fix them (I mean, i'm not getting into photo editing just for that, i think it kind of tells the human story of the conditions these mechs sit in too: out for months collecting dust. These were even dusted off before i photographed them but i guess i wasn't as thorough as i could have been!) Anyway this kit is pretty neat, and will also someday maybe get its own post. More below the cut

HG WF-02 Shenlong Gundam: Chang Wufei

So this is a kit i do not own, but the figure was given to me by my friend's partner (who i believe i have now hung out with enough to also call a friend). They must have had this kit years ago. Anyway, i made the base stand myself again too! This figure was kinda interesting to paint. The dragon pattern on his tank top was actually part of the sculpt. That being said, it was really hard to match, and i wasn't yet using the magnifying goggles top assist. I did have aqueous gold paint however. And surprisingly, there was an ANCIENT color guide for this kit! I did the best i could to translate it and it seems like it was still using paints that Mr. Hobby still sells today. Or at least, close approximants. Small flub: the eyes are kinda asymmetrical. Also, the way i finished him was i gave him a semi-gloss coat, then masked over (broadly) the gold part of the shirt, and then finished him with a flat coat. That way the flat coat doesn't ruin the sheen of the gold paint. This was definitely a fun one to paint. A much larger scale than i was used to!

HG OVA EW-2 1/100 Wing Gundam 0 Custom: Heero Yuy

I DO own this kit (but pictures will NOT be forthcoming. Maybe one day. it's currently in "storage"). This was one of the first larger figures i painted. There was no color guide, so i had to take my best shot at mixing colors. so I mixed the paints using some of what was leftover from the PGU mini painting and from the Spiricle Striker Mugen figurine painting (i need to write a blog post about that, as it's vaguely relevant to these mini painting posts!) I hit this boy with some super clear gloss, panel lined, then flatcoated. Badda bing bada boom. I do not know what scale this guy is at, i could not find anywhere it's stated. I'd guess maybe 1/24?

HG Spiricle Striker Mugen (Claris Type): Clarissa "Claris" Snowflake

This whole kit deserves its own post, and tbh i didn't think i was gonna include it here, but then i mentioned it above and now here we are. She was painted in Fall 2023 but she turned out better than most of the minis. The eyes are Water Slide Decals though (which means i successfully applied water slides over a painted surface!) I followed the color guide pretty well but i wasn't really sure how to paint some of the details. I struggled with "detail loss" through the paint here, but i think i managed to make it appear as good as i am gonna make it in the end. I also primed her in White, which made the detail loss worse (because it seems the white primer pools as it dries moreso than gray primer). BTW, this is 1/24 scale

Moving on to planned figures for this post:

HGLM 003 Evangelion 00: Rei Ayanami & Gendou Ikari

These have been finalized since the last time i posted them, mostly by applying Flat Coats. Rei has been panel lined though, which her suit kinda needs. Gendou's outfit is already dark and doesn't really warrant panel lining imo. I suspect the scale here is 1/24 but i cannot confirm. Also, there was no color guide so once again i winged it. I think it turned out pretty okay for winging the palette! Also, i like and know things about Evangelion and i know Gendou needs to stay far away from Rei. i'm kind of appalled they put him in the same box as her!

Full Mechanics 1/48 MAILeS KENBU: Amou Shiiba

So i will admit, i know nothing about this series. "AMAIM Warrior at the Borderline" is what it's called apparently? BUt that's a weird localized title and its japanese name is just "Warrior Machines at the Borderline" when translated literally?) But this is the protagonist. This is another kit that i don't own, but my friend asked me to paint the minis for this kit. This particular standee is actually two peices. I painted them separately, then glued them together with tamiya extra thin, and then painted over the seams as best i could. TBF the camera angles hide the seams pretty well here, but i betcha can't tell! Anyway, since i don't actually own the model, i actually got to keep this standee! I think not panel lining this makes it look a lot cleaner. Also, i'm surprised the eyes came out as well as they did. He looks like he's looking off to the side a bit.

I also painted the cockpit pilot figure! So i got some photos when i brought the boy over to my friend's. Honestly this kit has some really cool poses and details and i kinda want one myself. I love that the stock of the gun fits into an open space on the arm, sometimes it's really hard to pose a gundam wielding a gun for this reason. I wound up digging through my friend's box of mixed plamo to find all the missing pieces for it, too, just so i could disassemble it to put Amou in. yes, the disassembly was NECESSARY to put him in. Believe me i tried otherwise lol. I'm glad i put in that work though! Now my friend's model kit has a little some extra special inside it and that makes me happy. This conclude my tour of all the minis i have painted over the 3/4 of a year. Wow! It's been a lot! I'm sure i'll come across more minis in the future (hell, i still need to paint that one Mystery Pilot Figure That I Think Is Kira Yamato!). When i do, i will probably cover them in future mega galleries grouped by "however many i can fit into a post at once". But i don't plan on buying any more plamo anytime soon, so at this point i'm at the mercy of people who want to give me more minis to paint. I'm sure I could scrounge up some from my friend, but finding them and/or extracting them would absolutely be more trouble than my friend is willing to put into displaying her models (currently). if you've taken the time to read through all my posts, thank you so much! This has been one of my biggest hyperfixations recently and i'm really happy to be able to put it all into a gallery and show others. I am here, and human, and shout into the void to prove i am alive.

[edgepunk]

Your post just now reminded me of how I wasn't a huge fan of the Spider-Verse thing in Insomniac Spider-Man 2 and how I feel like Insomniac!Peter's cameo in ATSV works best as a nod to the games and not something I actually want to see incorporated into the next game, and while I wouldn't be surprised if it's not happening anymore, one of the planned MSM2 DLCs was going to be about the Spider-Verse (featuring ATSV!Miles as the temporary cover image), and when I saw that, I was just like, I'm so tired tbh

Yeah. Like I don't mind little nods and references, but it's obvious S*ny (and M*rvel comics) wants to milk this cow dry, so they're shoving it anywhere they can, and it annoys me the games aren't safe either. Everything has to be part of a huge multiverse now, we can't have self-contained stories anymore. It is, indeed, very tiring.