#so splitting them in separate categories

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[canisalbus]

I'm sure you've already answered this but is Machete styled after a silken windhound? He is so very shaped

His breed is fictional, but it closely resembles modern day Ibizan hound. Both Silkens and Ibizans are sighthounds though, so you're not far off.

[femboy-c-cups]

Yes im trans girl Laios-pilled for several reasons but honestly the thing that hits home for me the most is Laios's rejection by izutsumi (both personally and done multiple times on her behalf by the other members of a party) and how isolating and confusing it is that he personally is given separate boundaries for reasons he can't understand.

As a child and long into adulthood id have these experiences where certain situations where our collective is suddenly split by gender. the girls are doing this together, this conversation is girls only. My exclusion made some kind of sense, I was a boy. But it felt deeply upsetting that there was some thing about me that i didn't even understand that made me not one of them. And no one else seemed upset about being put in the wrong category! So the only conclusion i could make was my desire to be included in the girls' spaces and activities was strange and creepy, itself justifying my exclusion.

Back to Laios, we've already talked a lot about is autism, and how he deeply relates to monsters and how they are misunderstood. Kitty-moded Izutsumi rejects pets from Laios, but in the normal world, his exclusion is almost entirely enforced by the others (mainly chilchuck). We know that Laios is not being a pervert when he wants to look at Izutsumi, she herself explicitly doesn't care about being seen naked, but the rest of the group decides this is a boundary that shouldn't be crossed. Similarly in the adventurers' bible, Zumi tries to find comfort in sleeping next to Laios, who starts giving her pets as if she were a cat. Again, Izutsumi herself isn't uncomfortable with this, quite the opposite. Chilchuck sees this and aggressively puts a stop to it, allowing her to share a bed with him instead. Both reasons i could think of for doing this, that he perceives it as either perverse (which it isn't) or as bad optics (it is) both exclude Laios from a connection with Izutsumi on the basis of conforming to social norms.

Ignoring all that, just the idea that Laios envies Izutsumi for traits that for herself are deep sources of self-hatred is like yeah, trans :3

[forsaken-headcanons]

okay so more of a general roblox head canon but i think robloxians can be split into different categories based off skin color, this will relate back to forsaken i promise

so they all fall under robloxian, but then there's the subspecies

bloxians: whites and all its shades, like grays and near black. bacons are a sub species of bloxians, which itself was already a subspecies, so a subspecies of a subspecies. subsubspecies.

noobs: yellow colors, can be greenish yellow or orange yellow but can't be straight up orange or green. mostly bald, it's rare, but they can grow hair, it it's color is similar to yellow, like blonde or brown

guests: basically bloxians except with a distinct lack of being able to communicate properly. they can speak, just not very well. there are exceptions, but they are very rare, about 1 in 100 guests can speak normally.

rainbloxes: red, orange, green, blue, purple, basically all the colors that are kinda wacky and silly. typically seen as them just being born wrong, but are actually just normal. everyone of the other subspecies have the genes to make rainbloxes, but they are very recessive and unlikely to happen, which makes them rare. yellow is the most common one, and is why noobs exist separately.

bloxxers: any human skin colors, can be a mix of bloxians and the others subspecies. most commonly noobs and guests, but could also be rainbloxes or bloxians instead!

now that i've established this, here is where it ties back into forsaken.

Builderman, Dusekkar, Two Time, and Jason are all Bloxians. not much to say about this.

Noob (duh), John, Jane, Elliot, AND Shedletsky, are Noobs! Shedletsky hides it better than most people, with the distinct addition of hair! like i said, it's rare for them to have hair, but it's not impossible, as much as shedletsky tries to convince the others it is. John and Jane are also part Bloxxer.

Guest 1337 (yea), Guest 666 (again yep), Chance, and Taph, are Guests! the Guests make sense. no explanation needed. Chance looks like the stereotypical Anonymous man guy person thing, and fits in with guests pretty well. Taph's lack of talking also makes for a pretty good fit in the guest category i think.

C00lkidd, 1x1x1x1, and Bludude are Rainbloxes! Because Colors!! Yayy!!!

007n7 is the only full bloxxer in the group so far. basic ass bitch.

okay that's all hope this makes sense if not i don't apologize

-🍔

Oh this is peak. I'd yoink that but I already have contradicting headcanons.

How could you say all this and not mention iTrapped. Shaking my head. /lighthearted

[tinycoffeeroom]

girlfriend of the enemy pt. 3 | charles leclerc

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

warnings: mentions of emotional cheating, break ups

part 1 | part 2

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You’d expected the revelation to shock you, shake you from this Charles centred stupor you had found yourself in, but instead you found yourself at peace with the idea. 

In the 5 years since you’d known Charles, he had been nothing but kind, respectful and caring to everyone you had seen him interact with. Sure there were moments where his hotheaded side had come out, a bad race or a misguided comment from a reporter, but he was, underneath it all, a good guy. 

The fact he’s effortlessly gorgeous helps too. High cheekbones, bright eyes and a deep cupid's bow. He was, in every sense of the word, gorgeous. 

Grabbing your phone, you open the notes app and jot down the name of each driver, splitting them into teams, trying to compare them to Charles to see if you would feel the same sense of calm that knowing he liked you brought. 

The McLarens. Oscar was immediately struck from the equation. Too young and too in love with Lily to even consider it. Lando would make you want to strangle him daily, something he already often does whenever the two of you are bickering. 

VCARB. Yuki was in the same “too young” category as Oscar, and Daniel would infuriate you to no end with his pranks no matter how much you loved him deep down. The memory of a drunk Daniel stripped to his boxers and belting out a completely off tune Mariah Carey song sends a shudder down your spine. 

The Alpines weren’t even a consideration. You’d spoken to Pierre maybe 3 times in the entire time he’d been on the grid, and only in the presence of Max. And despite the air being cleared long ago, you still remember the dirty looks you and Esteban would exchange post Brazil 2018. 

The Haas duo had affectionately taken on the mantle of your grid dads and even the mere thought of a romantic situation between you and them made you wince. 

Kick was another immediate no for you. Apart from pleasantries, you don’t think you’d ever had a full conversation with the elusive Zhou and as much as you were impressed by the flowing mullet of Valtteri, his wife and kids knocked him out of the running automatically. 

The Williams boys were a kind pair. Logan, as sweet as he is, is grouped with Oscar and Yuki whilst Alex is very happy with Lily. If Lily ever confessed her love to you… that’s a whole other story. You chuckle softly to yourself at the fact that the only person so far to match the way Charles made you feel wasn’t even a member of the grid.

Aston Martin. Fernando was another one of your grid dads, and if Lance ever made any inclination to liking you, you fear his mob boss-esque dad would send you running for the hills. 

Mercedes. Or more so affectionately named Britcedes. Like Alex, George was happy with Carmen. Lewis was probably the only person on the grid who brought anywhere close to the same amount of calm as Charles. Even after Abu Dhabi 2021, he had always been cordial with you, often including you in any conversation if you were nearby or making sure to separate you from the entity that is The Max Verstappen. 

You took a moment. Do you measure Checo and Carlos as a mismatched unit, or consider them as half a team of their own? Sarcastically, you wonder if it would have been easier to be in this weird love triangle with Checo, at least then your team by team comparisons would be even. 

Both of them had only ever been cordial with you, Checo hardly around unless it's for race week or publicity events whereas Carlos, whilst being a lovely guy, was too much of a playboy for your standards. 

Staring at the list, you sigh. No name even came close to making your heart flutter the way it did the moment the puzzle pieces slotted into place. 

Locking your phone and sliding it back onto the night stand, you close your eyes. Hopefully a good night's sleep would help your restless mind. 

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You’re soon awoken by knocking. Automatically assuming it’s Max back from another night out, you roll over in bed, shoving your head into the pillows below you. 

Another round of knocks rouse you from your bed, bleary eyes catching the alarm clock proudly showing 5:03AM in mocking bright green. 

Stumbling hands unlatch the lock, pulling on the handle sleepily. “Max, I told you -”

Pausing your sentence, you eye the two individuals in front of your door, neither of which were your boyfriend. You scratch your head slowly at the sight of the two, briefly remembering a text Flavy had sent to you saying she would be coming over early today for a girls weekend. 

Shaking your head at your own forgetfulness, you open the door fully, inviting the two in sheepishly. “Sorry, I kinda forgot you were coming…”

Flavy waves off your apology, dropping a kiss to each cheek as Esteban follows, a small suitcase in each hand. 

He huffs as he drops them gently by the door, rolling his wrists out slowly. “I don’t know how you managed to pack so much into such tiny suitcases. If I get P20 in the next race, it’s from breaking my wrists carrying these things around.” He finishes his sentence by scuffing his foot softly against one of the suitcases, bright smile offsetting the tone in his voice. 

Wrapping your arms around him in a brief hug, you guide them through to the kitchen, Jimmy and Sassy watching from their perches as the two take a seat on the sofa. Flavy fusses over her boyfriend's wrists sarcastically, biting the inside of his wrist playfully. 

Your heart aches at the scene of blissful domesticity, trying to remember the last time you and Max joked around like that. Trying to distract yourself from bringing the mood down, you bring over two glasses of water for the pair, settling into the large armchair opposite.

Flavy clears her throat before facing you, eyes full of concern. “So, I’m not sure how much you want to say in front of Este, but we’re worried about you, Y/N. I may have known you the least amount of time out of all the girls, but I’d say we’re pretty close.” 

You hum your agreement, eyes flitting between Flavy and Esteban. 

“Whenever I see you in the paddock or at the girl’s catch ups, you always look… sad recently. And with the whole tweet thing, and Max’s general behaviour recently, I, well we, just wanted to check on you.” She drags herself up from the sofa, settling in beside you on the armchair. “You’re one of my favourite people, and it makes me sad to see you hurting. What’s going on, Y/N?” 

You keep your eyes trained on the bracelet around your wrist, a 2 year anniversary gift from Max. A hand settles softly on your shoulder, the warmth seeping through your thin sleep shirt. 

Before you can stop it, a sob tears through your throat, raw and visceral as it claws its way out into the world. The bracelet before you blurs behind swimming tears and that same warm hand pulls you into a cosy jumper. 

You hear Esteban clear his throat, obviously unsure about what to do. Flavy wraps you tighter in her arms, whispering reassuring words in your ear as you heave breath after breath into your lungs, trying desperately to claw back your last few shards of dignity. 

They slip through your fingers like sand, disappearing like whispers into the wind. Each sob racking through you amplifies the ache in your chest, and if you listened closely enough, you could hear the cracks scattered across your heart widen. 

Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours pass before you can take a somewhat normal breath, face still buried in the warmth of Flavy’s jumper. Her other hand is now pressed to the back of your head, stroking gently over your hair as she murmurs something in French to Esteban. He responds with a hum, and you hear socked feet padding across the floor before a blanket is draped over your shoulders. 

Peeking out from the cashmere threads, you dread to think of what you look like right now. Your eyes hurt to open, swollen from crying and your nose must be tinted red from how hard it was pressed into the jumper below. 

You try to speak, to apologise for your outburst, but only a croak escapes before you stop, throat tender from use. Flavy shushes you, moving the hand from the back of your head to make a grabbing motion to Esteban who moves a glass of water into her grasp. 

You welcome it greedily, taking gulp after gulp until it’s left empty. You feel her hand rubbing comforting circles on your back and sigh, pulling yourself partially from her grasp. Taking a moment to look between her and Esteban, you wince at the pity on their faces. 

“So… that was embarrassing.” Laughing at Flavy’s noise of indignance, you sigh. It must be close to six in the morning at this point and you know Esteban will be tired after driving up from the French Riviera so early. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m exhausted and judging from the way Este is swaying on his feet, you guys are too. You can take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. All that crying’s wiped me out.” 

Esteban grabs the blanket from your shoulders, stretching out as much as possible on the sofa. “I’m quite comfy here. You and Flavy take the bed.”

You try to argue but Flavy pulls you up from the armchair. “As stubborn as you are, he is ten times more stubborn. It’s easier to accept defeat than argue, take it from someone with experience.” She nudges your hip with her own, trying to lighten your mood. 

“But…” you gesture to Esteban’s legs, currently half hanging off the end of the sofa.

Esteban wiggles his toes in response, drawing them in so they rest on the edge of the sofa. “I’m fine, really, Y/N. Flavy gives the best post cry hugs so it would be cruel to separate the two of you right now.”

Admitting defeat, you offer him another pillow from the armchair, watching as he rises from the sofa to give Flavy a soft goodnight kiss before settling into his bed for the night. Despite the earlier affection nearly tipping you over the edge, you can’t help but smile softly. They were good to each other, so sweetly in love you can’t help but whistle teasingly as Flavy dragged you to the bedroom, cheeks ablaze under the glimpse of sunlight peeking through the curtains. 

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Esteban had left a few hours later, having to get to Alpine for testing. You wince as he hobbles out the door, one hand supporting his back. Saying a silent apology to Bruno, you and Flavy laze about the flat, a text sent out to the girl’s groupchat for anyone to come join. Both Lily’s and Carmen reply quickly, already dragging their overnight bags out of their closets. 

Your phone remains on the side, still silent with not even a read receipt from Max after you’d asked for his whereabouts. Huffing at his inability to communicate like an adult, you push him to the back of your mind, enjoying having your girls around you. 

A few chick flicks and a lot of Mojito’s later, the five of you spread out across the sofa and armchair, Carmen currently propping you up as she braids strands of your hair gently. 

Your eyes catch Flavy’s and you sigh, knowing what is about to come. 

“So… you can probably tell I’ve been a bit off recently. Wait, one sec.” You grab your phone, opening up a facetime call and patching in Kika, Heidi and Rebecca. Once the three girls are all facing you on the screen, you set them up on a vase facing the room. “There we go, I feel like I should have all my girls here for this. So, I’ve obviously been a bit weird recently. Well, more than recently, for the past few years I think. I know you’ve all seen the tweet about Charles and Max from a while back and I asked Charles about what had happened.” 

Dragging the sleeves of your jumper over your hands, you avoid eye contact with the girls around you and on the phone. “Charles asked Max where I was since a bunch of you were out with the guys and Max said he didn’t know and didn’t care.” A chorus of shocked gasps and affronted admissions of anger fly through the air. “I kind of knew that’s what he was thinking but to hear it come from someone else is another thing. Girls…” Gulping down a rising sob, you look to Flavy, making out her outline through teary eyes. “I think, no I know, it’s over. It has been for a while, I’ve just been too scared to accept it.” 

Your voice cracks around the edges of your final sentence, inviting the girls in the room to crowd around you, hands reaching out to grab wherever they could. You can hear the girls on the phone murmuring in low tones, voices drowned out by the ones closest to you. 

Kika’s voice calls out through tinny speakers. “Y/N, Pierre’s booking me a flight right now. I’ll be there as soon as I can!”

Heidi joins in. “I’ve already told Danny to drop me off, we’ll be 20 minutes max.”

Rebecca is silent for a moment longer before she patches back in. “I have a schedule in France next week but Carlos is looking at hotels for me to stay in so I can come to Monaco tomorrow, I’ll let you know about times.”

Despite the tears streaming down your cheeks, you smile widely. If all else fails, at least you have your girls. 

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👤 flavy.barla, carmenmmundt, lilynzeimer, lilymhe liked by charles_leclerc, carmenmmundt and 580,918 others

y/nstagram told carmen to bring pastries and she brings a whole ass cake? she knows the way to my heart

fan y/n again i ask, which kitty is that? ↳ y/nstagram jimmy! if you wanna know the difference, jimmy is bigger and also a lil darker than sassy ♥️

lilymhe what did you put in those mojitos? i'm sozzled at 3pm... ↳ y/nstagram i may have been a bit heavy handed with the vodka sorry babygirl x

flavy.barla pls come hold my hand i'm feeling fragile rn ↳ y/nstagram i am literally ten steps away i'll be there in a second you big baby ♥️

fan i love y/n and her girlfriends ♥️ y/nstagram

fan alcohol in the afternoon i dont think she's coping with that lestappen tweet ↳ fan maybe this was preplanned? we don't know her like that

fan no max like i am down on my knees ↳ fan lads i think we have to accept it may be over ↳ fan i hope y/n gets the cats ↳ fan those are max's babies watch your tone ↳ fan he couldn't even like the pic of one of his babies!!!!! >:(

fan wag meet ups are always my fave just live together already ↳ y/nstagram if i could pry my girls from those gremlin men, we would 100% have a commune ↳ lilynzeimer UM??? we are so doing that??? ↳ francisca.c.gomes omg can i come too? ↳ pierregasly we literally just bought a flat together? ↳ francisca.c.gomes i'm speaking to my wife hush ↳ pierregasly god give me STRENGTH. ↳ lilymhe y/n gf's commune Open ↳ alex_albon ???? our 23782 pets may disagree ↳ y/nstagram they're coming too wdym ↳ alex_albon you can't have my girl AND my pets??? thats just greedy y/n ↳ lilymhe we can share custody ↳ alex_albon STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE LEAVING ME ↳ y/nstagram she just wants an upgrade, something williams could do with too ↳ alex_albon you're actually evil ↳ y/nstagram logansargeant logie bear your teammates being mean to your mum ↳ logansargeant alex leave my mom alone or i'll run you off the track ↳ alex_albon not if williams give me your car again. ↳ y/nstagram alex apologise RIGHT NOW ↳ alex_albon HE SAID HE'D HIT ME WITH HIS CAR??? ↳ logansargeant :((( that was really mean alex ↳ y/nstagram alex so help me i will take your girl, your pets AND your manhood ↳ alex_albon 🙄 i'm sorry logan... ↳ logansargeant :))))) ↳ fan what just happened ↳ fan idk and at this point i'm too scared to ask

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(caption: the way all my girls have sent this to me, i love you guys)

alex_albon ... given our last conversation i am hiding from lily ↳ y/nstagram it's not lily you need to watch out for ↳ alex_albon i am being THREATENED by my gf's gf i'm fuming ↳ y/nstagram it was more like a promise :)

logansargeant here for you whenever y/n!! i'm not too sure what's going on but we all love you ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram logie 🥹 thank you angel ! ❤️

landonorris he won't get off my fucking couch. please come and get your boyfriend before i do something violent ↳ y/nstagram he's a big boy, he can come back whenever he wants.

kevinmagnussen i can always hit him with my car if needed ↳ y/nstagram KEVIN NO ↳ kevinmagnussen 🙄 you're no fun y/n

nicohulkenberg can kevin hit him with his car ↳ y/nstagram nico not you too ... no hitting max with a car !!!!!!!!!! ↳ nicohulkenberg boooooring

estebanocon brazil 2018 may be resolved but i'll still crash into him again... just say the word ↳ y/nstagram why does everyone wanna hit him with their cars? 😭 esteban No! ↳ estebanocon i wont on purpose but if we meet on a free practice he's getting put in the barriers. ↳ estebanocon i know we haven't spoken in person much but flavy loves you (more than me admittedly) and so i also care about you. ↳ y/nstagram 🥹 big softie. ↳ y/nstagram but thank you esteban, it means a lot :)

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Max texts you a few hours later to let you know he would be coming back soon. Ushering the girls out of your flat, they all call over one another to let them know the moment you want them to come back. 

The only issue is that you weren’t sure you would have an apartment for them to come back to after the conversation you’re about to have. Max wasn’t a cruel man despite everything, he would never leave you without a home, but you weren’t sure you would want to stay here afterwards.

Straightening up the blankets on the back of the sofa and putting the last few remaining glasses into the dishwasher, you pace around the flat briskly. The cats seem to sense your nervousness, slinking in and out of your legs as Jimmy nibbles lightly against your ankle when you finally come to a stop by the kitchen counter. 

You hear Max turn his key in the lock, the sound of the door opening almost hesitantly. At least he hadn’t forgotten his keys this time. “Y/N?” 

Tears well in your eyes, trying to remember the last time he’d said your name in a tone that wasn’t angry or bored. You take one deep breath, then another, trailing through to the living room where Max stood, still in the clothes he’d left in the night before. 

“We need to talk, Max.” 

He nods slowly, dropping his keys on the table as he perches on the edge of the sofa, as if he was a guest in his own house. You take a seat on the armchair again, the furniture slowly becoming a comfort piece for you. 

You want to be standoffish, to unleash hell so you can give him even a small piece of how you’ve been feeling these past few months or years but looking at how Max is picking at the edges of his nails, the way he’s chewing on his lower lip, you sigh. Above everything, he’s still your boyfriend. The man you chose to spend 7 years with and hopefully you can both be mature about the situation at hand. 

Max goes to speak but you hold a hand up, wanting to get everything off your chest. “Please, can I just go first?”

He nods again, hands wringing against one another from where they rest on his lap. One hand comes to scratch nervously at the stubble on his chin, a tell tale sign that he’s nervous. 

“I’m sure you already know what I’m going to say. We…” You take a moment to wipe away a stray tear from your cheek, swallowing harshly to try and stop the rising cries. “We’re over. And I think you and I know we have been for a long time. I don’t know when exactly, but we haven’t been happy for years. I kept thinking it was just because the honeymoon phase was over and we would find our way around all the arguments but we’ve become strangers. I feel like I don’t know you anymore.” 

The tears come thick and fast now, your hands wiping viciously against your cheeks to try and clear them. Neither of you are looking at each other but you can tell Max is crying too, eyes trained on the way his clasped hands shake slightly.

“We live together, go to most of your races together, sleep in the same bed and yet to me, you’re a ghost. I can’t remember the last time we went on a date, the last time we were even remotely intimate or even the last time we were genuinely happy. I’m fucking miserable, Max. I don’t wanna do this anymore. I love you, and I always will but I can’t be with you, it’s killing me.”

You glance up at Max’s face, the way the tears slide silently down his cheeks and his lower lip trembles from where it’s tucked between his teeth. The ache in your chest grows stronger, pin pricks of pain where the sadness digs its claws deep into the cracks of your heart, ripping the two halves apart cruelly. 

Max swallows, unlatches his lip from his teeth and looks up to meet your tearful eyes. “I know. I know and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I love you even if I don’t show it but I don’t think I’m in love with you and I don’t think you’re in love with me either.” He smiles sadly, eyes tracking your face as you nod in agreement. “

“But I haven’t been fair to you, I’ve blown you off time after time, I ran away to fucking Milton Keynes and left you alone in a country that isn’t your home and left you to try and keep this shitshow running. You deserve to be happy, and I know I can’t give that to you anymore.”

He reaches out to rest one shaking hand on top of yours. Despite the two of you currently being mid break up, you appreciate the show of affection, turning your hand in his grip so you can loosely link your fingers. 

He sighs, tightening his grip on you. “I think I was trying to protect myself, to pretend none of this was happening and we were still the same Max and Y/N from 2018. All I can say is there will always be a part of me that loves you, and an even bigger part that will always be sorry for how I’ve treated you. I hope one day we can look back on the earlier years fondly and maybe you can find it in your heart to forgive me, even if I don’t deserve it.”

A small sob escapes you at the broken look on Max’s face. You were so wrapped up in how he was treating you that you never took a moment to think of how he was feeling. Of course, it doesn’t validate his actions, but imagining how hurt he must have also felt in those moments deepens the claws in your chest. 

“Maxie, you’re not a bad person. We’ve just been in a bad situation. Yes, you have hurt me much more than I care to admit but I can see that deep down, you’re hurting too. I don’t blame you for how you chose to try and protect yourself. Relationships fail and people fall apart, I just wish it hadn’t taken us so long to finally bite the bullet.”

He nods solemnly, hand still grasped in yours. You know you need to bring up Charles, even if it breaks the sorrowful peace surrounding the two of you right now. Looking at Max silently berating himself in his head, you know it’s time to come clean. He may have treated you badly, but you’re the one who fell for someone else, even if you didn’t realise until last night. 

“I have to be truthful. I want to preface by saying I would never, ever cheat on you but Charles… I think…” I like him. The unspoken words settle like thick smoke in your lungs, burning and smouldering. Tendrils crawl up your throat and settle heavy on your tongue, choking you in a layer of uncertainty and fear.

“I know. Me and Charles actually had an argument about it back in 2020, I think? I could see he liked you and it pissed me off, so we fought. Nothing physical but I didn’t exactly pull my punches verbally. I also know you had no idea you liked him too until recently.” He eyes you in a jestful manner, the teasing gesture a warm balm across your aching heart. “You’ve always put your everything into this relationship, even when you were the only one to do so. I’m not mad, I promise.”

He smiles softly at you, squeezing your hand one last time before pulling his back to rest on his lap again. This is the Max you wished to see. The Max you fell in love with. It just stings knowing it took the two of you breaking up for this Max to show himself to you once more.  

You try to crack a joke to lighten the mood. “2018 Max would never have been this calm in a breakup.” 

“2018 Max wouldn’t have had a reason to.” His tone is solemn but his eyes are warm, most likely remembering how the two of you were at the beginning of your relationship. 

He sighs, rubbing his hands against his thighs before standing. “You can stay here. The flat is fully paid off and I can easily find somewhere else. I’m gonna go stay at a hotel, I think Lando would beat me over the head with a padel racket if I tried to go back to his.”

You laugh, the sound warbled in your throat. “You don’t have to do that, Max. This is your home too.” It stings, reminding yourself that these 4 walls were still his too. 

He shakes his head, picking at the loose thread of his jeans. “This has been more your home than mine these last few years. It would be nice to get a fresh start. I mean, if you want to do that too, you can always sell this place and find somewhere new?”

Taking in the living room, you take a moment to contemplate. Despite the loneliness you were shrouded in here, it was your home. The dents in the walls from you moving furniture at 3 in the morning, the flaked paint from Jimmy scratching up the walls instead of their scratching post, the little bits and pieces you had collected over the years to make the place seem more cosy. 

“I think I’ll stay. I like it and there are plenty of good memories here.” You nod towards him, flashes of the younger version of you two running through the rooms, a game of chase he would always win. 

Chuckling, he moves into the bedroom, most likely to pack a suitcase. You remain seated, welcoming Sassy who curls up tightly in your lap, her purrs calming your erratic heart. 

Max emerges 5 minutes laters, packed suitcase wheeled alongside him. You eye it briefly before turning back to look up at him. “Didn’t take you long.”

He shrugs, gesturing to the bedroom behind him. “Mostly Red Bull t-shirts and skinny jeans in there, it’s not like I wear much else.”

The two of you share a laugh, recalling the amount of times you would beg him to just wear a plain shirt instead of one of those logo ridden nightmares. 

He shuffles awkwardly on his feet before tucking his hands into his pockets. “Now that we’ve broken up, d’ya think I can be added to your private instagram? Been dying to know what’s on there.”

You chuckle, slightly surprised that he knows about your private instagram. “And how did you find out about my best kept secret?”

He shrugs, grinning slightly. “Saw it on Lando’s phone once. He refused to show me it on the grounds that you would beat him up, which I don’t doubt. I understand if you don’t want me on there, but I think it would be funny to see the others reactions.”

Scoffing, you pull out your phone, gesturing for him to do the same. “You’re evil, but correct. Go on then, send me the request.”

You accept his follow request, watching as he pockets the phone immediately after. “I’ll look through it when I’m alone and can beat myself up over how shittily I’ve treated you.”

Levelling him with a look, you lock your phone. You have half a mind to delete some of the posts but know it wouldn’t help the situation. 

He leaves his suitcase by the door, coming over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry and I love you.”

You grin back at him, reaching up to squeeze his forearm. “I’m sorry and I love you too.”

You watch as he says goodbye to the cats, the two of them more interested in a toy on the floor, then he’s gone, the sound of the door closing echoing through the quiet apartment. 

Sending a quick text to the girls group chat, you settle back into the armchair, tears falling silently but a smile on your face. 

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y/npriv carmen brought over another cake, i'm gonna kiss her guys (also jsyk me and max broke up but it was amicable guys, pls don't hit him with your car)

iamrebeccad i'm just about to board my love, see you soon 💜 ↳ y/npriv see you soon becs 🩷

francisca.c.gomes y'all broke up? more like he broke, you up! ↳ y/npriv he is a multi millionaire 😭 ↳ francisca.c.gomes sending you enough money to make you one too x ↳ y/npriv you do that kiks xx

charles_leclerc sending you happy thoughts x ↳ y/npriv thank you charlie :) that's very nice of you ↳ landonorris ik he's foaming at the mouth right now ↳ charles_leclerc delete you rat. ↳ y/npriv ???? ↳ charles_leclerc nothing ignore that y/n :)

nicohulkenberg i feel like that caption is aimed at me... ↳ y/npriv you and half the bloody grid 😭 ↳ kevinmagnussen i'll get him when you're not looking ↳ y/npriv kevin i WILL tell louise don't try me kevin ↳ kevinmagnussen ... mean ↳ estebanocon ok i won't hit him with my car... again ↳ y/npriv flavy.barla you better hold him to that ↳ flavy.barla trust me he knows not to get on my bad side ↳ estebanocon i am terrified of her ↳ y/npriv good ↳ flavy.barla good

maxverstappen1 why is everyone threatening to hit me with their car? ↳ lilymhe y/npriv what is he doing here ↳ y/npriv 🤷🏼‍♀️ amicable break up = add to the priv ↳ y/npriv and maybe i thrive on chaos ↳ maxverstappen1 looking through your posts maybe they should hit me with their car ↳ y/npriv hey none of that max. ↳ kevinmagnussen i have permission! ↳ y/npriv KEVIN thats it logjorup come get your husband ↳ logjorup kevin no we talked about this. ↳ kevinmagnussen i can't have shit.

georgerussell63 please dont kiss my girlfriend she'll leave me ↳ y/npriv too late x ↳ georgerussell63 carmenmmundt ??? ↳ carmenmmundt what happens in y/ns flat stays in y/ns flat (we got married last year) ↳ georgerussell63 cant even say im shocked ↳ lilymhe i officiated it :) ↳ georgerussell63 didn't think you'd want anyone snatching your gf ↳ lilymhe bold to assume carmen didn't officiate mine and y/ns marriage right after ↳ georgerussell63 bigamist ↳ y/npriv and proud x

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The girls had come round soon after, Heidi in tow, mentioning how they’d been camping in the cafe down the street. 

You think about the kind lady there and how you’re going to break the news that she won’t see you and Max together anymore. She often joked about the two of you getting married and bringing little ones around to see her. You think she’ll be more heartbroken about the situation than you and Max. 

Rebecca and Kika had come round soon after, the boys having managed to book a car service between the two of them as the girls’ flights landed at similar times. 

Your phone had been pinging non stop, text after text from drivers and their partners coming in sending their condolences for you and Max. You’d replied to the first few, soon feeling overwhelmed and hiding the phone underneath one of the sofa pillows, ignoring the never ending buzz. 

One of the first to text you privately had been Charles, short and sweet and to the point. 

Hi Y/N. I really am sorry to hear that you and Max broke up. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.

You’d sent back a generic reply, not wanting to think for too long about the man who had unknowingly been a catalyst to the break up. 

Heidi appears next to you on the armchair, slinging an arm around your shoulders. Dragging your eyes away from the buzzing pillow, you smile at her softly. 

“What’s going on up there?” Using the hand slung around your shoulder, she taps twice against your temple. The interaction draws the attention of the other girls, all conversations muting down to listen to your response. 

Sighing, you shuffle so Heidi can sit more comfortably beside you. “I don’t know. I’m sad, y’know, me and Max were together a long time. But I’m also relieved? It sounds so horrible to say but I didn’t realise just how much this whole situation was weighing on me until it was over.”

Shuffling in your spot, you take a quick sip of the margherita Carmen had made you. “Like, I love him and I always will but at the same time, I’m glad we ended it amicably. You hear so many horror stories of break ups being shouting matches and accusations flying around but it was like saying goodbye to an, albeit distant, friend. We both admitted to where we’d gone wrong and we apologised. It was… nice? I’m not sure if that’s the best way to describe a break up but honestly, I don’t know how else to explain.” 

Heidi hums, the girls all sitting round in contemplative silence. Kika takes a quick sip of her drink, setting it down on the floor. “So, we all know Max didn’t treat you the best towards the end.” She tuts as you go to interrupt her. “I’m not going to go on an anti-Max rant, don’t worry. But you said where you’d both gone wrong. If you don’t mind me asking, where do you think you messed up?”

Chewing on your lower lip, you glance across at Flavy, who gives you an encouraging nod. 

“Well, I fell for someone else.” You wince, bracing for impact as the girls digest what you just said. 

Lily looks up from where her and the younger Lily are entangled on the sofa. “Charles?”

Shocked, you look at the other girls. None of them are looking at you in disdain, only quiet observation. 

“Was it that obvious?”

Lily shakes her head, pulling herself up to sit normally on the sofa. “Not obvious, but there were signs. We’re not gonna shame you or anything.” She pauses, waiting for the other girls to agree. The room is filled with noises of confirmation. “I mean, it was blatantly obvious Charles fancied you but it’s only been the last… 6 months or so that I thought there may be a chance you liked him back.”

Groaning, you sink back into the soft cushions, pulling your shirt up to hide your face. “I’m a horrible person.”

A hand reaches out and pulls the top from your grip gently. You look down and see Rebecca giving you a reassuring smile, hand disentangling from your shirt to grab your hand and give it a quick squeeze. “You’re not. Trust me, we wouldn’t all be here if we thought that. You were in a tough situation, it’s not like you and Max were going anywhere,” she winces at her own bluntness, startling a chuckle from you. 

“You deserve to be happy, and the relationship you were in wasn’t giving you that. Wanting to be with someone who makes you happy doesn’t make you a horrible person, it makes you human.” She squeezes your hand once more before pulling away, reaching for her drink on the floor. 

Looking around, you take a second to let her words sink in. You do deserve happiness, it's just unfortunate that happiness wasn’t with Max. “So, when did you all figure out Charles liked me? Because none of you seemed shocked when Lily mentioned him.” 

Lily speaks up first. “I’ll go first. It was 2019 and Max and Charles were 1-2 in Spielberg. I watched the podium with Alex below since, y’know, he was Red Bull adjacent, and neither Max nor Charles could take their eyes off you. At first, I thought Charles was looking towards the Ferrari staff, but then I noticed his eyes followed you when you walked away with the Red Bull team.”

Kika joins next, hand waving around her cocktail glass. “Mine was similar, it was Jeddah 2022. Ferrari had a 2-3, yet Charles was nowhere to be found after the celebrations. Pierre went to go find him to congratulate him and I followed. He was sat in the paddock, his phone open on your instagram. He kept glancing between it and you and Max who were celebrating his 7 millionth win.” 

You tut, reaching out to knock her lightly with your foot. She grabs your ankle, squeezing once before letting go, joining you in laughter. 

Heidi, younger Lily, Rebecca, Flavy and Carmen follow in suit, all giving examples of when Charles was simply ‘enamoured’, Carmen’s phrasing, with you. You think back to each moment they mention, trying to remember if you had realised the same thing as them at the time. 

In the earlier years, you hadn’t, too wrapped up in Max. But when Rebecca mentions a moment last year when Charles had accidentally spilled hot coffee over himself when you’d shown up in a slightly low cut dress, the recognition starts to fall into place. 

You remember rushing over to him, grabbing a napkin and wetting it before pressing it to his hand. At the time, you thought nothing of the way he blushed deep red and avoided eye contact, eyes remaining on the carpet below. But now, you smile softly, remembering how he had stumbled over a compliment for you before rushing away to the medic tent. 

The girls let you take a moment to think through what they had said, small conversations starting between them, the murmurs filling the warm air of your apartment. Heidi remained quiet next to you, hand running through the ends of your hair gently. 

Sending her an appreciative glance, you reach under the now silent cushion, opening yours and Charles’ text thread. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her nod reassuringly. 

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a/n: part 3 is here! i know i said this would be the final part but i felt that it needs a part 4 to really wrap everything up, sorry and thank you all for being so patient! any spelling mistakes shh ignore them i don't have a beta reader and if i had to reread my own writing one more time i was going to cry! let me know if you would like to be added / removed from the taglist <3

taglist: @veryicyandspicey @oliviarodrigostan13 @fyegyall @inevesgf @brakingboundaries @boywondrgrayson @pand-de-pandora-blog @emily-b @barcelonaloverf1life @entr4p3 @asparklysoul @elia-the-bibliophile @ruebennett89 @sheslikeacurse @angywritesstuff @honethatty12 @hs-is-loml @krishasworld @velentine @weekendlusting @vintagefucksstuff @yourfreezing-hands @sinofwriting @cmleitora @ladyoflynx @zvrjkb @anuksunamon @sarahedwards16 @janeh22 @awritingtree @reguluscrystals @headinthecloudssblog @ralshatos @formulaal @daisyfreecs @acesofspadess @mehrmonga @velentine @norrisainz33 @honethatty12 @ananyasr1bughead @asparklysoul @slutforpablogavi @tomatana @cmleitora @forevercaffeinated-lee @myescapefromthislife @cluvsya @dorothea47 @santanasaintmendes @blossomlilly @saachiep81 @l-sofiamia-l

[moyokeansimblr]

I saw this set by @clumsyalienn on my dash three days ago and I haven't done anything else but convert and sleep since 😅 So I hope nobody beat me, I couldn't find it but to be fair I didn't really look that hard.

It's all 8 items, including the hairs YES I CONVERTED HAIRS! 😁so that's the Astrid Skirt, Ezra Cardigan, Gwyneth Blouse, Nolan Pants, Rhiannon Hair, Oleander Hair, Odelia Necklace and Sirius Earrings.

Closer up previews of the hairs and accessories as well as info and download below the cut!

Oki so let's start with the clothes. Right now they're adult only, all original colors and have morphs. Shoes are skittlessims. The bottoms are both quite high-waisted and the tops were made to fit them so I can't guarantee how well any of it will look with other tops and bottoms. Also, some of it's a little wonky, especially the Ezra Cardigan which I probably should've started over at least twice but anyways. The bottoms are a little bit higher poly because of the chains, just a note.

The Odelia Necklace is AF/TF and you can choose if you want it in the Glasses or BV Jewelry category. Original 5 colors. I'm not that good at bone assignment yet so it lays a little strange if you look from the side. The Sirius Earrings are AU/TU, also with a choice of Glasses or BV Jewelry but do note that the BV Jewelry version is split into a separate right and left earring because that's the way I prefer whereas the Glasses version is both earrings. Also original 5 colors.

The Oleander Hair is all ages, male only. The Rhiannon Hair is child-elder, female only. 4 colors, binned, gray binned to black. As only my second and third hair conversions ever there may be a few gaps that I missed, and they're not animated because I don't know how to do that but I like how they both turned out 😊

When I started this post by saying I haven't done anything else for three days except convert and sleep I'm not kidding, so I'm a little bit brain-fried so please don't hesitate to tell me if I've forgot anything or anything's wrong!

🌼🌻 Clumsyalien Ambience Set

Oleander Hair

Rhiannon Hair

Odelia Necklace Glasses | BV

Sirius Earrings Glasses | BV

Astrid Skirt

Ezra Cardigan

Gwyneth Blouse

Nolan Pants

Download Everything

[lonelywretchjervistetch]

Life-List Series #6: TUSW

Common Name: Tundra Swan or Whistling Swan Species: Cygnus columbianus columbianus

Description: A large white swan with varying amounts of yellow on the base of the bill Motto: The quintessential American swan...also found in Asia.

Conservation: Least Concern Range: High Arctic Canada and Alaska for breeding, Canada and northern United States for migration and nonbreeding Habitat: Lakes, ponds, deltas, and wetlands, sometimes near fields with grain if they're hungry

Food: Aquatic plants, grains, seeds, tubers, corn, and the occasional arthropod or clam when they're available Breeding Info: Monogamous, single-brood, biparental ground nesters with clutches of 4-6 eggs Sound: ou-OOO! ou-OOO! ou-OOO!

Ornithologist's Notes: New section, because I thought this bird warranted it! The Tundra Swan is now split into (at least) two separate subspecies. The Whistling Swan (C. c. columbianus), which is the one pictured and discussed here, is the North American version, and is larger with less yellow on the bill base. The eastern subspecies, Bewick's Swan (C. c. bewickii) is the smaller one, found in Arctic Siberia for breeding, and eastern China for nonbreeding. They're an interesting case study for speciation, because gene flow across the Bering Strait seems to have prevented them from completely separating into different species. Maybe, anyway. TO be fair, the last major study on this (Scott 1981) was morphological in nature, and was done 44 years ago, so it could be redone. It's interesting, actually, Scott described the potential for gene flow based on bill patterns, dividing them into three general categories, which she named "yellowneb", "pennyface", and "darky", all based around a geographical cline from west to east and I'm sorry, did that say DARKY?

...We should maybe update this study.

Life List Notes: Learning the distinction between Tundra and Trumpeter Swans isn't hard, but they definitely LOOK incredibly similar unless you have good binoculars or a scope, like I kinda do. I saw a Tundra Swan for the first time in central New York, which is also where I would see my first Trumpeter Swan later (albeit in a different part of central New York). As said, because of E.B. White, I was always excited to see a Trumpeter Swan, so seeing Tundra first was neat...if a teeeeeeeeny bit disappointing. Plus, hey, it's the nmost common swan in North America, so I was gonna see it eventually. Now, I just need to see Bewick's Swan to complete this species complex in my life list...

Oh, also, real quick, WHOA! I got a lot of attention for these guys today, at least a lot of attention for me! Thank you all so much for the love, and did I see both @a-dinosaur-a-day AND @todaysbird in my notifications? Holy shit! That's awesome, I love your blogs! Anyway, yeah, wow! Thanks again!

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[samantha-and-nellie]

🍄 ! i am so excited to hear about this

🍄: what’s your hot take about american girl?

OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME HOT TAKES!

i think some of them are a bit more cynical than people might want to hear, so here's a sillier one: there is one "correct" way to arrange ag books in a library, and many libraries don't actually do it (quotations around correct because there are actually many ways you can do it that are technically correct, but most of them are wrong in my opinion as someone who works in libraries).

this is actually on my mind bc @britishchick09 and i recently had a mini-convo about this that stemmed from her tags on a recent post of mine:) anyways, the 100% totally correct and perfect way to shelve the ag books is as follows:

their spine labels should have them be shelved under "american girl." we are not splitting up the books by individual authors, nor shelving them by the first name of the main character.

in this whole labelled clump of american girl books, we now sort them by the year in which the story takes place. once again, we are not ordering them by author, name of character, date of publication, or *shudders* by color--we are doing it by year in which the story takes place.

this makes it so we have our books starting at kaya and going to summer. you could pull out mysteries and short stories as separate categories that are shelved directly after the main series, but these new subcategories still should be organized by the story's date.

girls of many lands and history mysteries can be shelved under the titles of their series, but i do still think it's better to shelve them in the "american girl" clump, and just have them come come before or after the historical/goty series.

[osterby]

Historical top video game fandoms on AO3, and how they've grown over the life of the archive

I dove into the depths of AO3 and figured out the top video game fandoms each year, and put them all on some graphs.

Here's everything which at one point was among the top five within the video game section.

Here's everything except Genshin Impact, just for better visuals

And here're the historical top five split into two graphs so you can see the larger and smaller fandoms separately (note the difference in scale)

Here's a log scale showing the growth of the top video game fandoms against the growth of the entire archive.

For more graphs, a separate section on Dragon Age, and a full writeup of how I obtained these numbers and what they mean, see the full work on AO3.

Interactable versions of the graphs are on a Google spreadsheet here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62226781/chapters/159187414

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Methodology: Short Version (the long version is here)

I used Wayback machine snapshots to estimate the top fandoms tags in the Video Game Fandoms category per year, sifted out tags that aren't actually video game fandoms (for example, Harry Potter is there on the strength of Hogwarts Mystery and a Lego game alone), and then made some judgement calls about when to track a single game's tag vs a franchise's tag vs a mid-level umbrella tag. These descisions were based primarily on consulting with fans of the games/franchises in question and asking what they consider to be separate fandoms, but was also influenced by how tags are wrangled into dependencies on AO3 (which influences what data is acutally available to track in the first place).

Then I verified/updated the Wayback lists by searching AO3 for works within each tag created before Jan 1st of each year, tracked the top five of those tags for each year over the life of the archive, and finally used Google Sheets to turn those numbers into graphs.

[phighting-x-you]

Im gona... Heh

..

Ask for a part 2

On the coil selfaware

Hip hip hooray....

(TW: Death, blood mention)

Self-aware! Coil x reader! 🧡💠 (part 2!)

Days passed, turning into weeks. Updates and patches being added to the game, yet Coil's feelings never changed.

He'd miss you dearly when you weren't online and he'd flame with jealousy if you played as another Phighter. Oh well, atleast he was the only self-aware one.

But his feelings grew stronger as he yearned for you, it was unfair that you two lived in separate worlds. Nothing could bring him into your world...unless...

Coil was rifling through the game's files again, curious about how the game worked. So far, he'd learned he was the newly added Phighter 15, and he was supposedly Skateboard's best friend. That thought made him smile, atleast he had someone in his world.

However, after enough prodding, Coil stumbled upon something he (and everyone else in the game) certainly wasn't supposed to see.

A blank, open world, with grey tiling and cloudly blue skies. It was an odd place indeed. Coil looked around slowly, drinking in the sight.

Suddenly, a bright blue keyboard appeared infront if him, catching him off-guard. The keyboard was labelled Roblox Search.

"Roblox Search, huh? What exactly would I be searching for?" He questioned out loud, lightly drumming his fingers against the keys. Looking up, he saw different categories to search in. Experiences, Players, Groups-

Wait a minute, Players? Quickly, Coil typed your username into the Players search, slamming his index finger on the Enter button. His eyes lit up in awe as your profile appeared in front of him. He swiped curiously through your profile until his heart stopped when he got to the Creations category.

There, he found a...Phighter? No, it couldn't be a Phighter, could it? They weren't in the game! Then his eyes cast down to the title.

"[Gear name] - FANMADE PHIGHTER" He read to himself, his smile widening. This must be how you envisioned yourself if you were in the game!

Then, a plan began to brew in his head...

He had found a solution! If he couldn't come into your world, you could come into his! It was perfect, no? He had the perfect vessel for you to live in!

By some miracle, Coil had extended his presence from Roblox's files to your computer! He knew exactly what to do, and he couldn't wait! Soon, you'd be with him!

It was another match of Conquer, and your team was far in the lead. You were a prominent player in the Phighting! community, so people were always astounded to see you ingame with them. Word about your previous match had spread like wildfire throughout the community.

You had to admit, it was sweet to see your favourite character acknowledging you via username, but it was strange nonetheless. Many players assumed it was a glitch, but your gut told you it was intentional.

Ever since that match, your computer had been acting up. Randomly opening some files and deleting others, your volume jumping up and down sporadically, things you didn't search for listed in your browsing history. The biggest issue was with your speakers, they crackled with fatal, ear-splitting frequencies when playing as a different Phighter, causing you to stop playing with headphones.

Right now, though, you had your headset on, using the ingame voice chat. Laughing and playfully arguing with your friends, you didn't seem to notice your volume slowly getting louder on it's own.

Eventually, you switched between Phighters. You happily chose Boombox, eager to play as him, using the new skin you had bought for the DJ! In a matter of moments, your Phinisher had charged up...and your volume was now at maximum level.

Running over towards an enemy Katana, you pressed down to use your Phinisher...

Only to scream out in agony. Various distorted high-pitched frequencies invaded your ears, deafening you. It was painful, you could feel blood dripping from your headphones. Your body then jerked forwards in pain, smashing right into your computer screen, definitely frying your brain.

Suddenly, the pain stopped. You fell limp, and then everything went black.

The servers shut down promptly after the Phinisher, as if the game knew it had killed you in real life. Players were left confused and scared...while Coil was excited. It had all gone according to plan!

Everything hurt when you woke up, but Coil was fully patient and caring!

"Hey, hey! It's okay!" He speaks, gently pulling you up into a sitting position. "I know you must be confused, but you shouldn't worry! You're finally here!"

"What...on Earth?" You say slowly, feeling the pain going away. Looking around...you were in Crossroads?! Fully awake, you looked down at your hands and gasped.

You were in the body of your Phighter OC!

Coil took your hands and held them firmly. "You're so perfect..." he murmers, pulling you close for a hug.

"C'mon, I'm gonna show you around the place! I'll even try introducing you to Skateboard!"

He knows he'll have to explain how you got here and he isn't too eager to admit he had to kill you, but he decided to wait awhile before telling you. He just wants you to settle down first!

His heart was bursting with joy, you were finally here!

It's strange to live in a video game, uncomfortable, even. But don't worry, you'll get used to living in Phighting! soon, especially with Coil by your side, who just can't wait to confess his love for you!

[willowedspirits]

Thought I should detail the nails these guys all use.

Some of the nails from my original post changed slightly. I didn't have a very solid idea of what I wanted their nails to look like at the time, but I got them all down now!

Notes below:

I separated the nails into basic categories. Mainly for me to be able to keep track of them all. These aren't really canon to Hollow Knight, more my interpretation of how they would refer to their nails.

Time

The nail he used in the Sleeping Gods comic is what he used when he first entered Hallownest

Using a new nail was his way of coming to terms with his injuries

Twilight

He prefers using his claws, so he does not use a nail

His claws are even more powerful as a Shade

Warriors

Uses a standard Needle that's commonly used in The Hive

Four

Has a talent for smithing nails himself and created his own

The split nail was an accident, but something he further developed and was able to perfect

He also helps the Mosskin with their nail related issues

Wind

His nail is from the Colosseum of Fools, he got it after he started going there regularly

Tetra taught him how to take care of it

Wild

He has a standard nail, but it technically counts more as a needle

He has multiple. Many. Lots. Too many to count (but I have no idea where he puts them)

He prefers to use his nails as ranged weapons than close combat

Legend

Has 2 short range nails (dual wield) and his staff

He prefers to use his nails but is getting used to using his Soul as a weapon (he's having fun with it)

Is not afraid to just hit someone with the staff if he needs to. It worked out for him before using Soul, it'll work for him just fine now

Hyrule

Doesn't use a nail, he perfers using spells

Can use Legend staff if needed (he only really uses it to demonstrate spells for Legend)

Sky

The Master nail and Dream nail are one in the same

Is hesitant to let anyone else handle it (he gets better at this)

The Dream nail is the only known "cure" for the infection

Dark Link

They're nail is a replica of the standard nail Time used when he first fought Radiance

They can summon this nail, as well as projectile nails (they all look the same)

They're also able to replicate the nails used by the other bugs, but Time's nail is their primary weapon

[cripplecharacters]

Hello! Do you have any advice on how to handle an inherently fictional facial difference (that was caused by a fictional reason and while may have some partial crossover/parallels with elements of real world FDs, ultimately is a fictional one and is specific to the world/lore) in a way that would not come off as harmful to real facial differences? I also have some characters with actual real life FDs in the story, but maybe there's something else I should consider?

Also, what is your opinion on fictional disabilities in general? Not when the story just has a vague disability that can't be strongly connected to anything specific from real life, but when author specifically develops a fictional condition/disability/chronic disease etc in context of/based on elements of their fictional world?

Hello!

A fictional facial difference has basically the same potential pitfalls as any other fictional disability. You can take a look at this post where we talked about what not to do, TLDR: make sure it's actually a fictional disability and not just one you haven't heard of yet and be mindful of what real conditions it could be reminiscent of (and avoid stereotypes accordingly).

It's good that you also have characters with actually existing disabilities, it honestly annoys me to no end when people boast about their "disability rep" while all they have is 20 different "magic character can't do magic" characters. So this is definitely a big plus.

The only thing you need to keep in mind is to not split the two (character with fictional FD vs characters with IRL FD) into separate categories, consciously or not. Don't treat the one with a made-up FD as better or as inherently prettier than "those other people". Ideally they're all just treated the same in the story since that's the only option that makes logical sense.

Also, it was mentioned already in the post I linked, but unless you have some very specific scenario you purposefully want to do and actually comment on, avoid making the cause of her FD either 1) result of her parents doing Evil Drugs or black magic or whatever or 2), contagious. Very little FDs have those origins, but many are stereotyped or downright accused of being such.

Other than that, think of the same stuff as you would with IRL facial differences existing in a story. How does society treat them? What is the acceptance level? Are the majority of people knowledgeable (a person can know exactly nothing about being disabled and still be kind and accepting; it's not exclusive)? Are FDs more common because medicine is less advanced?

For the last question; it depends. If it has symptoms that real people have, there are gonna be real people who will relate to it (if done well) and real people who might be offended by how it's portrayed (if done badly).

Let's say your setting has a magic toxic flower that causes lower limb paralysis and/or weakness after someone steps on it - that's fictional, but there are many real world disabilities that share similar symptoms, even if the cause is obviously very different. If this was the fictional disability, the characters who have it would probably share the same community as characters with SCI, neuropathy, MS, etc.; it's based in fantasy but it's easy to imagine that it could be real.

In this context you should be researching the symptoms - leg paralysis and weakness - and potential treatments - physical therapy, learning how to walk with orthoses/crutches, painkillers, etc. Real readers with real symptoms will be able to relate to this kind of fantasy disability.

But let's say the fictional disability mainly presents as chronic pain and muscle spasms caused by the person not using magic enough. This on the other hand, doesn't work as a (respectful) fantasy disability. The main "accusation" people with chronic pain get is that we are lazy and if we just did more of [usually exercise] we would be cured - it doesn't work like that, and it would be frankly offensive to make a whole illness where the chronic pain is caused by someone not waving their wand enough or whatever. No one will be relating to this because it's not based on how stuff works, it's based on a stereotype. "It's fantasy" isn't a get out of jail free card, you still have to be conscious of what you are implying.

As long as you do research and keep in mind which real things your fantasy disabilities resemble (e.g. Hansen's disease and ALS will have very different stereotypes attached to them) so you can avoid making a connection you don't want to make.

Hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Witches and Ghouls - Jabberwock Edition

This was originally requested by Anon who asked: "How would to Tokyo Debunker characters find out about and react to a Witch! Reader?"

I had to split it up into a few sections, separating the boys by their houses so here's the next part. The links to all the others are below. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Haru Sagara, Towa Otonashi, Ren Shiranami x gn! Reader

Frostheim | Vagastrom | Jabberwock | Sinostra | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkranken

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You're a witch! And even though the characters have made deals with demons themselves, they might have some surprising reactions.

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I think Haru would actually be pretty oblivious to this. It’s going to completely blindside him since he’s so busy running Jabberwock.

And as much as he cares about you, wondering whether you’re a witch or not isn’t super high up on his list or priorities.

His perception of you doesn’t change a whole lot but he will ask you to help out more around Jabberwock since he knows now that you aren’t a defenceless human.

He’ll also keep an eye out for any hard to find ingredients you might need. Jabberwock is pretty big and there’s a lot of strange plants growing there.

Towa’s going to know instinctively about your witchy powers. The moment he sees you, he’s going to smile mysteriously and hand you some ferns (a plant that represents magic).

He won’t tell anyone though. He likes being in on your little secret and wants to keep it just between the two of you.

He also won’t be put off by your witchiness. He’s pretty strange himself so if anything, he thinks it’s nice being around someone with strange abilities who’s not a ghoul.

Much like Haru, if you need any plants, he’s all over it. He knows Jabberwock even better than the captain and will often bring you plans even if you don’t ask for them.

Ren is the last to know. He’s watched one too many b-rated horror movies and now he has no idea what a real witch looks like.

Totally blindsided and completely freaked out. He’s used to those things happening in movies, not real life and it’s going to take him a while to rationalise everything.

Once he realises that he still cares about you regardless, he’s immediately falling into the “oh, okay, that actually changes nothing” category.

The revelation really isn’t going to change anything about your relationship. He won’t ask anything of you, as long as you don’t ask too much of him.

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Info dumping random shit abt the Spider-Man/Peter Parker I'm writing, deeper lore stuff is near the end 🩷✨️🌈👬

- He eats most stuff with his hands to feel closer to his food, but it also kinda backfires cause saucy or crumbly fingers is the closest thing to the 9th layer of hell for him so... win some lose some idk

-He wears de-magnifying glasses. His eyes work a little too well, so things up close are too magnified, so he has special glasses made so he doesn't have to constantly strain his eyes into focusing properly.

This also means that when he doesn't wear them for too long and forces his eyes to focus, he will get splitting migranes.

- Peter early in the friendship uses Wade's kitchen to cook and bake. It gives them both an excuse to see each other, and Wade buys more real food. It's kinda giving a symbiotic relationship. They enjoy eachothers company plenty but look for excuses to see eachother cause they're both too small brained or neurotic to just say "I really like being with you, let's hang."

- Peter probably has a hard time watching hero movies or movies where there's towns/cities under attack cause all he can think about is what would happen if it happened to New York. He physically cannot relax until he makes a plan for it

- Deffo has an "I'm special" complex but isn't an asshole about it (mooostly 🤧)

- He made a solem promise to himself never to use his powers outside of the Spidey suit, which lasted all of a week before he was ceiling crawling and using webs to get snacks from the cupboards

- Always calls Tony Stark "Mr. Stark" and "Sir" to his face but in like a pathetic little act of defiance kinda way

🌈 these ideas are less fleshed out and sometimes contradictory and mostly word vom but still fun to read 🌈

Peter is basically the KING of compartmentalization.

For a while he knew what spiderman was to him but more often finds himself having to fit the mold that people are projecting onto him. He's loosing his grip on spiderman. He also has a morality complex where his every action feels dictated by "WWSP?" even in his own privacy and life choices.

He's just having trouble keeping Peter and Spiderman in one body and feels like he's 3 people. He's Peter, He's Spiderman, and he's some miscellaneous grey middle man that doesn't fit into either life.

Maybe this third option is the manifestation of public opinion, or maybe it's the urge retreat from his life. Whatever it is, it haunts him.

The mental separation from Spider-Man and Peter Parker gets so intense that

Early into their dating, Peter is very adamant that they don't "do" anything together relationship wise when he's Spider-Man. Peter compartmentalizes to the point where Spidey is basically another person. Peter Parker is in a relationship with Wade Wilson/Deadpool. Spider-Man is not.

DP acts fine with this until he blows up on Peter because it's unfair that he only gets half of him. No matter how much mental gymnastics and logic Peter uses, he is still Spider-Man and it's unfair that Wade is only getting 50% of who and what he loves.

Wade: "I feel like a third wheel in a 2 person relationship..." <-- that's something I see him saying/feeling

I like the idea that Peter Parker essentially split himself into 3 people. Peter/Spidey/Unidentified Third Thing, and he tries way too hard to split his one life into these 3 categories. It stretches way beyond being multi faceted, have yall heard of the movie "The Substance"? It's sorta like that

I go back n forth on "does he know what spiderman is or doesn't he." But it could also just depend on where he is in the ""story""

Like, if it were season 1, he's locked into Spiderman and then season 3 he looses his grip or hell even vice versa

Anyway that's all for now, kisses <3

[erbiumspectrum]

Subatomic particles from a chemist's point of view - part I: the electron

This proposition actually came second in my poll, but it still had quite a lot of votes + I really wanted to write it, so here it is. Initially, I was going to make a single post, but when I finished writing the part about the electron I thought it was getting a tad long. I decided splitting this post might make it easier to digest :)

Peeking inside the atom

What is a subatomic particle? As the name hints, it’s any particle smaller than an atom. This means that electrons, protons, and neutrons all fall into this category. Protons and neutrons are made of quarks and there are also many different subatomic particles that the relentless researchers of CERN keep on cooking up, but I’m not going to talk about them because do I look like a physicist to you? Let them get excited (and despaired) about the wild assortment of the little guys making up the Standard Model. I’ll stick to the particles that chemistry finds especially important: electrons, protons, and neutrons.

Electron

Ah yes, chemistry’s specialest guy, the rockstar of this science: the electron. Arguably the most important particle for chemistry. If you’ve taken high school science then I don’t need to explain why that’s so, but just in case you actually slept through those classes (shame on you) I have one word for you: bonds. Okay, maybe two words will work better here: chemical bonds.

Chemical bonds

Atoms bind together to make the gaseous oxygen we breathe, the sucrose that dissolves in our coffee and the caffeine in said coffee, the proteins that build your body, and the ibuprofen we all worship using electrons. In fact, if chemistry is the study of matter and the reactions and changes it can undergo, then there is no chemistry without electrons. Chemistry exists because electrons do what they do.

So what do they do? Again, even if you never went any further than high school science classes, you probably remember that atoms are made up of shells (sort of like an onion or an ogre only it’s a stupidly complicated onion) with a nucleus in the middle. Those shells are made up of subshells and subshells are made up of orbitals. Phew. Within shells sit the electrons, but it’s the outermost ones that make chemists all excited (or despaired), because they’re the ones taking part in chemical reactions and forming chemical bonds. We call them valence electrons.

Valence electrons can do all sorts of things to make atoms form molecules. The valence electrons of two separate atoms can bind them together by mixing their orbitals and then sitting there in the single smoothie of the new orbital, now shared by both of the atoms. This process is called hybridization and the bond that’s formed here is called the covalent bond.

Actually, you get two new orbitals or rather as many as there were before this mixing and shuffling. Hybridization is a relatively difficult concept for newbies though, so don’t worry about that.

However, some atoms are greedy and they aren’t willing to share their electrons with anyone. They can form chemical bonds by stealing other atoms’ electrons and turning into ions: and thus turning those other – more generous – atoms into ions as well. This we call the ionic bond. There’s a third option too, chosen readily by metals because metals are commies: the metallic bond. Atoms forming this kind of bond stick together thanks to an electron “cloud” made up of the valence electrons of all those atoms, permeating the lattice this creates and conducting electricity (because they’re called electrons for a reason, right?).

Properties of the electron

Charge: negative one elementary electric charge, AKA -1.602×10^(−19) C (thank you Mr. Millikan).

Mass: 9.109 ×10^(−31) kg (uwu).

Radius: are you out of your mind?

I mean. Theoretical / particle physicists are very much concerned with figuring out the radius of the electron. Good for them! But it doesn’t matter here.

Look. There’s a handful of things that they drill into your head during a chemistry degree: no food in the lab; safety goggles on or I’ll fucking kill you; you only get to keep your dignity until you splash yourself with acid; there is no god, there is only Atkins; everything is a model; and finally – THE ELECTRON IS NOT JUST A PARTICLE OKAY it’s not a teeny tiny marble orbiting the nucleus going wheee!, it’s a quantum bastard that interferes with itself like a wave, then shoots across the apparatus you thought was clever like a particle once you set a trap, it’s an indecisive, secretive, sly asshole that makes chemistry, at its very core, a quantum nightmare of inhuman integrals, spheres, and some donut-shaped absurdities in the place of the onion-like atom model you know from school, I mean look at this thing for god’s sake

Anyway.

We don’t know the exact radius of the electron. Estimates have been made but no final answer. Why? Please ask a physicist. Your resident tumblr chemist signing off for now.

[azeternasims]

electric hair + shaved overlays (it's really all about the overlays, the hair is a side dish)

updated 30 april 2024: extended the patterns over the whole head to work with other shaved hairstyles, added 4 more designs and a base hairstyle

a set of shaved pattern overlays for undercuts! there are also two very mediocre buzzcuts, but with the same hairline as the overlays for layering.

(pictured: exposed x2 ~ kris ~ adam ~ simba ~ electric)

available in occult mouth (requires CASUnlocks, same slot as split raccoontails) or face mole categories, or a merged version of both (with a smaller file than downloading them separately) if you want to avoid conflicts or layer them on top of each other.

this replaces the original version, so delete any old files beginning with azey-overlay-shavedsides to avoid conflicts

download: sfs ~ drive ~ tou

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