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[hotchology]

[peaceinsilence]

《Pair: Quinn Hughes x fem!Reader

*no mention of y/n*

Warnings: 18+, dark Quinn, alcohol consumption, age gap, obsession, cursing, controlling, angsty Quinn, eludes to dominant/submissive kink, potential kidnapping, slow burn

Synopsis: It's monthly game night with your friend group. It's Quinn's turn to host. Upon arriving early and being the only guest, Quinn can't help but let it slip what his true intentions were for you on his game night.》

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Knocking twice on Quinn's massive, oak door, I take a step back in giddy anticipation. I was vibrating with excitement, more than ready to unwind after a long work day with my friends and Quinn.

One Saturday out of the month, you all planned in the group chat who was hosting for that month and what games were to be played, what we were eating and drinking, etc. It was a big deal as we were all so busy with our lives now, but it was still important we maintained our friendships.

This Saturday game night, Quinn was hosting.

》

The front door creaks open, and I flash Quinn a dimpled, half smile.

"Well, hellooo, Captain, how's it -"

"Why are you here today?" Quinn groans, taking in the sight of you, bouncing on his doorstep like an energized bunny.

Frowning at his lack of response to my arrival, I glance down at my watch, noting the current time and date. It was 5:00 pm, Saturday.

"Um... w-was it not for 5:00 pm?"

"Check the group chat again, sweetheart."

Quinn leans his body against his door frame, hands snug in his denim pockets as he studies me with a slight look of annoyance, mixed with heavy amusement.

Yup, I didn't realize that Quinn had changed game night to tomorrow, 5:00 pm.

"So.... no one else is here then?"

Quinn rolls his irises and motions for me to come in and out of the brisk evening night.

"Well, no, you dummy. The rest of our friends know how to read."

"Y'know, for a host, you have a reeeal attitude towards your guest of honour," I retort, slinking off my emerald puffer onto Quinn's wooden coffee table.

I flip my hair out of my sweater and re-adjust the fit around my neckline, peeling the wool a bit further past my collarbones and off my shoulders. Much better.

Quinn stares at me, his expression one of neutrality and... of something else that I could never quite place. Typical Quinn, always dissociating.

I returned his leery gaze back and wondered what he was thinking about, or lack of.

"...well then, I think I need a drink," I mutter awkwardly, cutting the stillness that was growing between us.

Quietly making my way into Quinn's kitchen, I proceed to help myself, knowing he doesn't mind that I've made myself comfortable in his space. Reaching for a martini glass, I hum to fill the silent space, knowing that Quinn was simply observing me. Something he did often.

We were close friends on the surface, I guess. Quinn and I didn't spend much time together outside of mutual group settings. He was a few years older, usually occupied with work or at practice, and the most reserved out of our shared friend group. Not quiet per se, he just chose his words carefully and only engaged when he felt his voice or opinion or help was warranted. He was a calculated man.

"Do you have a cocktail shaker, Quinn?"

Quinn pushes himself off and away from his large, marbled island. His feet took him over to his expansive bar stand, pulling out a beautiful, copper shaker.

"What do you want? I'll make it."

Interesting.

He never once offered in the years I've known him to make me my drinks. Or a drink. In fact, I was pretty sure Quinn was put off by doing anything for me with how he teased and pushed my buttons relentlessly.

"Oh, sure. Thank you, Quinn. I'll just have a dirty martini."

Quinn simply nods his head in acknowledgment, piling out some bottles from the bottom rack of his stand.

For some reason, I found myself admiring how his supple lips pursed into a tight line, his dark eyes remaining dead, despite being laser focused on what he was doing. I was mesmerized by his swift movements.

Quinn tightly caps the shaker shut and begins to vigorously jerk it back and forth from his lower abdomen, outwards. Making sure the contents he had just dumped inside was mulling together.

I feel my face slowly start to get flush, my mind dizzy, and a perverted arousal flooding my core. I know I should stop staring at him, but the way Quinn kept twisting and jerking the shaker in one tight grip was absolutely sending me with an animalistic urge.

Quinn catches my needy gaze for a moment, somehow painfully aware of the effect he had on my crumbling psyche.

"What? Want me to go harder?"

A delicate sigh of content and a muffled whimper escape from my chest upon registering his words.

I fidget with the oversized sleeves to my sweater nervously, peeling my now shy gaze away from him.

"Quinn... " I warn, realizing he was just trying to fuck with me now. He knew exactly the influence he had over me and I was positive he was just abusing it at this point.

Quinn gives the shaker one last, painfully slow jerk before setting it back onto the counter. Instead of pouring the delicious liquid into my martini glass, I watch him tip his head back. His brunette curls, falling back with him. Quinn slowly, in a teasing manner, pours the alcohol down his throat through the spout of the cocktail shaker. W...what... I felt my brain start to short circuit.

What the hell.

"C'mere." Quinn instructs. I'm reluctant at first, unsure of what he wants from me, as he clearly can't be bothered to elaborate on his current scheming. But I oblige, too obediently.

"Open."

Quinn's calloused hands settle for a gentle grip around my chin, as he regards me with an expression of yearning and a need for... control.

"I said open. Wide."

Shyly, I have no choice but to purse my red lips, parting my mouth open for Quinn as he can't help but smile at me with a proud, fond expression.

"Aw. So obedient. But, wider. It's okay, sweetheart."

Quinn grips my jaw a bit firmer this time, as he uses his other hand to bring the copper bottle up to my lips, tilting it back painfully slow so it drains down my throat in a steady, controlled stream.

"That's it. Careful, I don't want you wasting a drop. It'll be a mess to clean, then," Quinn coo's in encouragement.

He loosens the steady grip on my jaw, noticing that I'm eagerly taking the delicious concoction on my own now. I feel some of the liquid about to dribble down my chin, but Quinn quickly catches it with his thumb.

"Good girl."

Quinn pulls the shaker away from my gaping mouth, dumping the remnants into my glass, garnishing it with 3 olives.

As the alcohol coats my stomach and a deep, buzzing sensation fills my frame, I try to push past the sudden intimacy I shared with Quinn seconds ago. Especially because he seems to think nothing of the exchange now.

"Let's watch a movie."

Quinn's sudden statement pulls me out of my clouds.

"A movie? Um... well I'll be back here tomorrow for game night, right? We can just watch something to-"

"I canceled game night tomorrow."

My brows furrow in deep confusion at what he had just said admitted.

"Y-You canceled game night? Okay... well, when are you rescheduling it then?"

I pull out my Samsung from the back of my jeans, unlocking it with my fingerprint and pulling up our shared group chat.

🎲The Weekender's🎮

《Captain 🐋: Hey, I'm down with a bad cold right now. Reschedule for next month- drinks and dinner on me. Sorry guys.》

Read by everyone-

What on earth. Quinn was not sick. At all. Why would he lie to our friends like that.

"Quinn, you are not sick."

Quinn simply shrugs his shoulders in response, that dissociative look flooding his vacant eyes again for the second time tonight.

An uneasy feeling began to creep into the pit of my gut, festering into nervousness and making me very aware of the shift in energy in the room.

"O-Okay...um, I think I'm going to h...head ho-"

"You don't want to watch a movie with me?"

Quinn's gaze dropped in disappointment, and a tinge of growing irritance quickly replacing it.

"No... not at the moment, Quinn. I-I think I'm going to go home and just relax... " I trail off hesitantly, unsure of how he was going to respond at me doubling down on my decline of his offer.

My emerald puffer was on the coffee table in front of Quinn.

Calculating my next movements, at a leisurely pace, I shuffle towards his uncertain demeanor. As I try to reach for my jacket, Quinn immediately strips it away from my possession and holds it against his torso.

"Here you go."

Quinn extends my puffer towards me, a growing smirk on his face as he motions for me to invade his space and grab it.

In my attempt to take it back, he holds it up in the air, above my head in a mocking manner.

"Don't be a child, Quinn. My car keys and wallet are in there. G-Give it back," I plead pathetically.

"Watch 1 movie with me. Then you can go."

My eyes widen at his incredulous demand.

"Actually, how about I watch 0 movies with you and you give me my jacket back, now... you know what, just forget it Quinn, I'll call an Uber and pick up my jacket some other-"

As I pull out my phone to order a ride, Quinn peels my phone from my grip and shoves it deep into his front pocket.

Speechless, I try to rack my brain on what just happened and why Quinn was acting so out of character.

"I'll drop you home, Princess."

Suddenly a rush of deep relief wafts over me as I place a hand over my pounding chest, exhaling a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

"Jesus, Quinn. You scared the-"

"Later this week. Or maybe the week after, I'll drop you home."

What.

Quinn ignores the confusion and fear painted on me as he brings his face towards mine. He plants a tender kiss on my forehead, lightly stroking my hair in a possessive manner.

"You look like a wounded kitten, sweetheart. It's alright. I'm here to take care of you now. I'll make you all better, little one."

Quinn pulls away from me, walking towards the large alarm panel near his back door. I watch him arm the house and begin to lower all of the blinds in the living room, an impending doom seeping into my trembling body.

"Now. Be good and sit on the fucking couch like the good girl I know you are. It's our first movie night. I won't let you ruin it."

With laboured breaths, I feel my body going into a dreaded fight or flight response.

*due to my own selfish needs, there will be an unhinged part ||*

[vln-vibes]

Bright Hope, Mighty Will

The Green Lantern Corps have lost many members over its years— a risk that came with maintaining the peace as told by the Guardians. Most of the rings reassigned to a new member of its given sector but on occasion there would come those that were so attached to its wielder that they would not accept another unless they resonated with their predecessors ideals.

It’s one such ring that had been on Oa with no new lantern to wield it. Or it had been.

The Blue Lanterns were still a growing group with whom the Corps had a close alliance thanks to their symbiotic relationship; after all a Blue power ring was at its highest potential when near a Green power ring and vice versa. So why not look for users together?

The rings were set off as a pair in an attempt to create a powerful Union and birthing the most powerful duo either Corps had ever seen.

Meanwhile in Sector 2814, on the third planet from its star— Earth, a small family from the Midwest were camping out in the woods after their youngest begged to see the shooting stars where they’d be the most visible. The oldest child explained to their parents that it was a good way to channel the younger’s passion for space and science much like their own. Everything had been well until the elder duo’s sensors brought up a strange signature from deeper in the wood— Ecto-entities or ghosts as they’d called them. Before being able to drag the children with them the youngest stood his ground and refused to be taken away from his stars, the elder assured that she could take care of her younger brother and that they’d be fine alone (they were alone even when in the same house more often than not)

The sun had since set, the telescope set up, blanket had been laid with snacks for them to consume as they sat in wait with jackets to help with the night chill. The duo sat near the campfire as the younger's anticipation grew but the thought of their parent's absences did as well. They'd been left home alone before but they were only 8 and 10 years old, in the middle of the wilderness with no way to guide them back home or even find where their parent's ghost hunting led them.

"Don't worry little brother, I'm sure mom and dad will be back soon"

"Ye-yeah! Besides mom knows how to kick butt, they'll be fine"

"Look!"

The duo took their gazes to the skies as the twinkling night was accompanied by steaks of white dashing by. The older grabbed her slightly old model camera and took photos of the unsuspecting boy's awe filled gaze before he could complain. He stuck his tongue out at her before turning to his telescope, doing his best to follow the streaks in the sky until no longer visible to him. The girl just took to taking some more photos to show their parents once they'd returned. It'd go on for a while like that, the stars as their only witnesses as they joked around.

"Hey that one's green! And that one's blue!"

She lifted her head from looking at her camera's saved photos to find the twin streaks flying together, a quick click of her camera to save such a strange occasion. She wasn't an astronomy expert but she didn't think shooting stars came in those colors. Taking her gaze off of the small screen and looking back up she noted the bigger size.

"Are they getting closer?"

"Maybe they'll land near here. How cool would it be to see them up close?!"

It was as though those words triggered something as the two stars seemingly stopped flying and began their rapid descent. Straight for them.

"They're headed right for us!"

"Run!"

The duo quickly picked up their discarded flashlights and began running away from the clearing their parents had chosen. No matter how fast or further away they got the stars still trailed towards them. The numerous twists and turns never deterring the streaks of light, even as the elder held the younger's hand in an iron grip to prevent them from losing each other or as the younger turned them around and took haphazard turns in an effort to get them away.

"Everything's gonna be alright!"

She panted as they approached another clearing, no idea where their own was but still looking and seeing the stars much closer to them, the lights were blinding. She felt her body get pushed aside and the roll of cold grass on her back, hair getting tangled with small twigs and a familiar but smaller body land on top of hers.

"Look out!"

They closed their eyes and braced for impact feeling a sudden breeze and a slight shake but nothing else. Until they heard different voices echo. Looking gazes and noticing the glowing eyes the other had they sat up--- only to be met by glowing, floating ----rings?

[Sentience located]

[Daniel James Fenton of Earth, you have been chosen]

[Jasmine Dahlia Fenton of Earth, you have been chosen]

[You have the ability to Overcome great fear]

[You have the ability to instill great Hope]

[Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps]

[Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps]

A bright flash of blue and green surrounded the duo, hands still clasped and feeling a tug on their unoccupied hands, the warmth traveling on their bodies before disappearing altogether.

"Jazz what are you wearing?"

"What am I wearing!? What are you wearing Danny? Is that your old astronaut costume?"

Jazz noted the blue ring on top of her opera gloved right hand, also clenching the handle of a blue lit lantern? She could feel her knee length puffy blue dress move with the night breeze but didn't feel cold. White boots with blue bottoms kicked a pebble to the side, hearing it hit the nearby lake. Given the full moon she took a gaze at her reflection, finding her usual teal ribbon replaced by a giant blue bow at the back of her head and her eyes glowing a brilliant blue.

Danny was busy looking at his green suit, looking much like the costume he wore in a near daily basis when he was five until he started school. His own white gloves had puffier cuffs which reminded him of the astronaut costumes he and Tucker had looked at online for Halloween the year before, green ring also on his right, shaking the green weird lamp in the process. He pulled at the black suspenders before joining Jazz at the lake. His raven locks now had a single green streak near his bangs and icy blues now a vivid green.

"Cool"

Jazz was panicking, wondering what this could mean; what was a Blue Lantern anyway? Why did it choose her? And why was Danny green?

"Whoa!" Her glowing eyes turned to Danny but couldn't find him, hearing the sudden clatter of something falling on the floor and seeing the lantern rolling on its side, had he fallen in the water?!

"Danny!"

"Up here!" her eyes widened as he little brother flew above her, laughing as he looped around in the air, "C'mon Jazz!"

"How did you do that?" her eyes never leaving the faintly green glowing boy, "Can I do that?"

[You can. Just have Hope]

Trusting the voice in her head she reassured herself that they would be fine before feeling the ground disappear from under her feet and got closer to Danny, dropping her own lantern next to Danny's. She felt her surprise turn into a smile before doing a cartwheel in the air and the giggles escape from her.

Neither took track of time as they flew above the clearing before Danny had the idea to race above the lake, streak of blue and green reflected on its surface as it rippled from their speed. It wasn't until they flew back to the clearing that they remembered--- they had no idea where they ran off to. There hadn't been a lake where they'd set up camp.

"Mo-mom and dad will find us Danny! We'll be okay" They had to be okay, they would be fine. The idea of flying above the trees to look for their clearing was tempting but she had no idea how long it would take; did these things run on batteries? Would the power run out soon? Can they even take off these outfits? It'd be weird to be stuck like this for forever. If mom and dad find them what will they think of the glowing? It reminded her a bit too much of how the ectoplasm in the basement glowed whenever she or Danny were dragged downstairs and the substance covered near all the surfaces (that's when they'd know dad was making them clean up)

Whilst Jazz marinated in her thoughts and worries Danny couldn't help but think if there was a way to ask for help, though even if they had phones he doubted they'd even have service or know how to guide help towards them.

[Activating Emergency Beacon for Sector 2814]

"Huh? Emergency beacon?"

"What was that Danny?" Jazz snapped out of her thoughts as she heard his confusion, noting the slight pulsing now coming from his ring.

"I-I think my ring asked for help?"

"...Let's hope that's a good thing "

The brother-sister duo took to sitting by the lake once more, still viewing the stars above and keeping an ear out for any sign of their parents--- they were never quiet for too long. Especially when 'ghost-hunting', not that ghosts actually existed.

They were starting to get hungry again, having not touched their assorted snacks before the whole fiasco began when a steak of green, followed by another, approached the horizon. The first stopped, the second following suit... Were they like them? It looked like two people flying now that they weren't moving so fast. They were too far to properly see but it looked like they were searching for something.

Danny's ring flared up in quick brilliant flash before going back to its blinking; it seemed that was the cue the two in the sky were looking for as they made their way towards them.

"I think that's our ride Jazzy"

The duo finally hovered above the lake shore, the surprise clear on their faces even as one had a mask on.

"Hello, I am Green Lantern John Stewart of Sector 2814" the first man with matching vivid green eyes like Danny elbowed the man next to him.

"Uhh and I'm Green Lantern Hal Jordan of Sector 2814" he said sheepishly, running his white gloved hand through brown locks of hair. "You're the ones who send the distress call, what sector are you from?"

"Sector?" the duo looked at each other confused before Jazz remembered what the rings had said. "I- I think they said 2814?"

The duo looked surprised, disbelief easily conveyed even though Mr. Jordan's mask, actually he seemed more surprised than Mr. Stewart. "I'm sorry but what planet are you from?"

"Earth? I mean its not like--- Are aliens real!?" Danny's wariness disappeared and hovered in the air as he said it, "That's so cool!"

"You two are Earth children then" Mr. Stewart's eyes gained a dark look as he said so, "How long have you had the rings?"

"Umm I'm not really sure" Danny turned to his sister for guidance only to find her rubbing her arm nervously "Maybe an hour or two?"

Mr. Jordan's look matched Mr. Stewart's, like they were mad but they didn't seem mad at them like the teachers would when they caught him and Tucker talking during class. It was like whenever mom and dad's inventions malfunction and they'd go to school with bruises. (Those days mom and dad would mention their teachers calling them, they were always busy with the portal and never answered)

"Do you know what those are?" Mr. Jordan bent down to Danny's level, pointing at the matching green ring. Danny looked at his and wiggled his fingers.

"Not really? The voice said welcome to the Green Lantern cops?"

"Close, little man" Mr. Jordan chuckled, "My friend and I are part of the Green Lantern Corps. We help protect the universe, pretty much space cops if ya ask me"

"You get to travel into space! Awesome!" Danny literally brightened as his green glow intensified. "But why isn't hers green?"

"Your friend is actually part of the Blue Lantern Corps. They're a little different from us but we work together from time to time. They like to spread hope throughout the universe"

"Hope. It said I had the power to instill great hope. But why me? And why did they choose him?" her voice wavered as she turned to Mr. Stewart with a grave lookin his eyes.

"That... That is something neither of us can answer for you" he admitted, a solemn lookin his eyes as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "But we'll do our best to help you two with this"

"Its unprecedented for either Corps to choose children" Mr.Jordan frowned before looking towards Danny again, "What are you two doing in the middle of the woods?"

"I wanted to see the stars" Danny admitted sheepishly, all of this started from his request to their parents. They wouldn't be in this mess if he just watched from home like always, heck Mr. and Mrs.Foley had offered to take Danny and Tucker camping once school let out if he wanted to (but no he couldn't wait a month, he needed them now). "So mom and dad brought us camping but then the stars--- the rings started chasing us and we got lost"

"That must of been scary huh guys?" Mr.Jordan gave a look to Mr.Stewart and the man walked away a bit, placing a finger into his ear and whispering. How weird.

"So you guys are siblings?" he turned to Jazz, she just nodded slowly, took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. She kept rubbing the blue ring on her hand as she did. "Do you guys mind telling me your name?'

Jazz still had that worried look in her eyes, like when she knew the turkey would come back to life in any second but mom kept saying it'd be fine. (Jazz was always right, it was always the same every Christmas). His sister liked to think she was a grown up and didn't get nervous talking with strangers but she was still a kid like him. He would be brave for Jazz!

"I'm Danny and that's my big sis Jazz"

"Its nice to meet you two, or well at least know your names now?"

"Jordan"

"Hold right there"

The two adults just kept talking in whispers, looking back at them every few seconds, Jazz wasn't sure what to make of them but they were the ones who knew the most about the situation. Danny also had a pretty good sense for people and they seemed friendly but she also knew better than to trust complete strangers. Stranger danger was very much ingrained to them at a young age. Jazz knew it was rude but couldn't help but hear Mr.Jordan's outburst of "Seriously, nothing? Its been hours"

It seemed like forever before the adults came back and gave them strained smiles in turn.

"Well kids we're going to help you guys find your camp and make sure you get back to your parents" Mr.Jordan winked.

"We'll also explain more about the rings and what they mean while we wait. Sounds like a plan?" Mr. Stewart made sure to look at them in the eyes and didn't move until they both nodded in agreement.

"Okay"

The brother-sister duo didn't know what they were getting into when they went camping that day but everything was in motion, a new path diverging in time to create a brilliant new future; tragedy, love, and courage would always be on their path no matter how much he'd tried to avoid, it was inevitable. He could only witness as they embarked on this journey together and bring about the Rebirth with allies at their sides.

And he couldn't wait to meet them again, in due time.

[forger343]

Gusion ADVANCE

Someone challenged me to make a Gusion for Guel Jeturk, so I mixed in the Daribalde and Hrairoo for good measure. The color scheme is based on Guel's Dilanza.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

ELM Evolv demonstrator, 2024. Prodrive Advanced Technology and Astheimer Design have revealed a ‘last mile’ L7e category electric quadricycle prototype with a cubic load capacity rivalling mid-size vans. At 3,240mm long, 1,450mm wide, 2,150mm high and weighing 850kg with batteries, the compact Evolv can accommodates a 1.6m tall Euro pallet with a 300kg payload in the main load area. The secondary load area, accessible through rear ‘barn doors’, provides additional space for a 1.2m tall Euro pallet and 200kg payload. Prodrive and Astheimer has established a new company, ELM Mobility, to take the project into the production readiness phase. The vehicle, which has a 20kWh battery, will offer a 100 mile range with sales starting in 2028 at a target price of around £25,000.

ELM Mobility

[uglygirlstatus]

softlaunching my little neocities personal website wheeee: antgraveyard.neocities.org

there is still sooo much I want to add eventually but i think i need to let it sit in this state for a little while and take a break besides little day to day updates. also if anyone else has their own neocities sites lemme know i'd love to link back and browse and such !

[vallaragna]

Preface this that this is about Destiny 2, a video game, so none of this actually matters. Just hypothetical ravings of a fiber artist with a bit of knowledge about historical things. So like I keep having thoughts about textile production during the dark ages after the collapse. (Specifically at Felwinter's Peak, but hold that thought). We have such varied descriptions of what survived the collapse. People are depicted as wearing basic tunics and dresses that would not look out of place at an SCA event. Technology is primitive, except they still have guns that they up keep and have ammo for, Shaxx is described as sealing his keep with an artificial sealant. So things are so varied and random. Like did spinning wheels exist still? They obviously don't have access to industrial machines, but are they just spinning everything on drop spindles? (Making me question how much work it would take to keep all the freaking iron lords and wolves on that mountain clothed.) For that matter, do they still have acid dyes? Or are they relying on natural dyes? Dye materials used to be highly valued, you can't tell me warlords wouldn't be fighting over this stuff (which also brings up Spices being fought over likewise). I mean you could hand wave everything by saying "golden age technology", but that shouldn't be half an interesting. We do have the Strand lore book where Osiris talks about using a spindle when during the dark age they had to make everything from scratch, which supports that line of reasoning. So no spinning wheel, only spindles. Cloth production takes so much freaking time when doing everything from scratch. With a spinning wheel it takes me hours to produce a few hundred yards of a thicker yarn for knitting, I'm not incredibly experienced, but it takes so incredibly much more time on a spindle. And you need so much yarn to be able to weave cloth of any yardage. There's a reason women in paintings used to be depicted with spindles and distaffs so often. For that matter, what sorts of looms were they using? If they didn't have spinning wheels I'm guessing advanced looms are out as well. So rigid heddle looms? Warp weighed looms? The second would make more sense, but also takes so much time and you can only weave cloth so wide. It's limited by the arm span of the weaver. So narrow fabric, so even more yardage needs to be made. We're not even at the sewing stage yet. I discussed dyes earlier, but it would be important. Even in the actual medieval times clothes weren't all brown. Natural dyes tend to fade faster though. Black dyes were really hard to produce, and they fade fast. Then sewing would be by hand, I doubt there are sewing machines if they don't even have spinning wheels. Sewing by hand takes *forever* even if you are fast. There are tricks to making it go fast, but you're not producing an entire garment in a day, especially if you have anything else going on. For that matter you really care about mending in this environment. Also knitting and crochet? Technically those take longer to produce a garment than weaving and sewing. I know Zavala learned knitting from Safiya in the dark ages, so it did survive.

I think I'm at the end of my ramble, I'll add if I can think of anything else. I'd love to hear other people's opinions.

[gundamfight]

[fantomette22]

They cancelled Kingdom Hearts Missing Link…

I don’t have the words.

Missing Link come back!

Missing Link is really missing after all….

(Ok Sorry xD) I mean it’s really the missing part of the lore… the missing link between the game… well it’s for real now ��

I mean it’s true I was concerned with the mobile games because it didn’t sound and look that fun gameplay wise. I can’t lie it wasn’t optimized for sure and another style would have been better than the GPS/ pokemon go like that was planned.. pretty sure they didn’t got good feedback with the beta and even when trying to work around it it didn’t work out in the end… I guess better than launching the game and 2months later there’s no one playing it… idk

But damnit i still hope all won’t go in the trash and either they will redo something new or idk gave us cinematics like for dark road… or maybe it will be incorporate into KHIV.. idk

———

​HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO GOT THE LORE OF MY FAVE CHARACTER HUH?! Not even even just Brain but many mysteries and other characters between KHUX and KHDR! And I’m sure it would be link with current era too.

I can’t believe I woke up at 6am to this on my day off...

Well I guess we finally got news in the end right?! YEAH THE WORST KIND OF FREAKING NEWS EVER!!!!!

😤😩I’m mad and disappointed. Even if well it was to sadly except I suppose.. and I’m also have awake so it helps.

I still hope we’ll get this story one way or another. And actual good news soon.

Goodbye for now Missing Link. And to what you could have been.

[m4rb13zz]

Mobile...

[alphamecha-mkii]

AGE-1R Gundam AGE-1 Razor by 太斗

[athena-gundampla]

HGUC 1/144 P-Bandai Titans Research Prototype Mobile Suit RX-124 "TR-6 [Woundwort]" (XFS Knockoff)

My build for AoZ April - the Woundwort from Advance of Zeta - Flag of the Titans!! I was flirting with picking up a TR-6 for a few months but the shipping price on top of the already high P-Bandai markup made me reluctant. Luckily XFS had a knockoff for less than a quarter of the price!

I've built a kit from XFS before, the GM Spartan. Just like that kit, this bootleg is pretty high quality, definitely on par with Bandai, with pretty much no flashing and no more mould lines than an actual Bandai kit. However I did find that the tolerances were a lot worse, with some pegs being a little too large for their slots, requiring a decent amount of glue to hold everything in place. Unfortunately this messed up part of the Mobile Armour transformation but it doesn't prevent it luckily.

Just like the GM Spartan, the XFS Woundwort comes with a set of high quality water decals, although I couldn't find an application guide and so just made up my own placement which hopefully looks balanced.

The kit itself is a really neat design, with some cool features that minimize parts-forming for the transformation and lend the suit a unique silhouette.

Lorewise the TR-6 was a test platform for a lot of technology that never made it into later designs and the unique look helps to emphasize this. The small dainty feet with fold-down sections resembling an Armored Core's landing gear rather than feet, the twin Minovsky Fusion power plants in the thighs rather than a single one in the chest, and the massive Long Beam Rifle/Claw make the Woundwort unlike anything else in Gundam.

It's not a particularly big model, standing at around the height of the Mk-II, but the Long Beam Rifle/Claw definitely takes up most of the kit's display space.

The colour separation was pretty good, only missing some purple on the heat blades on the beam rifle and the tips of the shoulder stabilizers. There are colour correction stickers for these but I opted to just paint them. I think they turned out really well, you can't see the brush marks at all. There's also enough shiny foil stickers in green for all the sensors as well as eyes (which are unfortunately hidden behind the nose-cone), and a yellow one for the federation "v" on the front skirt, which I also ended up just painting. I also painted the red details on the arms and booster nozzles, as well as the really cool red fingertips, and the red targeting sensor on the beam rifle (which is gloss coated to look like the metallic stickers). There are also some yellow details on the legs that need painting on, which are visible in the Mobile Armour mode.

This kit comes with two open hands and two open fist options, as well as the Long Beam Rifle/Claw in its Rifle Form, with extra parts and a stiff wire to convert it to the sub-arm mounted Claw Form.

There's also an extra "folded" torso that allows the parts to be folded and rearranged into the TR-6's Mobile Armour mode. I painted some of the details onto this, but it's really not visible at all, unfortunately. The little extra winglets also slip on for Mobile Armour mode but I'm not sure where they're supposed to be stored in Mobile Suit mode.

Overall, I had a lot of fun with this knockoff. It's almost as good as I imagine the P-Bandai version is, although I'm sure it'd be a lot easier to pose with better fitting parts. If you're willing to put the work into it, and spend some time figuring out how to put the decals on without a guide, it's a great alternative to the office version and it'll provide a really cool looking addition to any collection.

Happy (Advance of) Zeta April from my Zeta display!!

I'm hoping we can get AoZ April a little more popular on Tumblr, I'd love to see what people come up with.

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Weirdgirl parade

[Image Description: A drawing featuring 6 characters from Ace Attorney, holding hands in a chain and walking towards the left side of the image. Phoenix leads, looking back and smiling. Maya is next, also looking back with a wide grin at the next character, Pearl. Pearl is being lifted off of the ground a couple inches by Maya and Ema, who is next in the line. Ema is gripping Franziska’s hand, and finally Trucy brings up the rear, clasping her hands around Franziska’s elbow. Behind them is a simple background with a blue sky that has fluffy clouds and some greenery at the side of the sidewalk they are walking on. End Description.]

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also this bye

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an executive producer of The Handmaid’s Tale was cheering that trump won under an insta post from justine bateman and idk why anyone is surprised when the lead actress has always been balls deep in Scientology