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With the Knight weakened after the events in the church, Susie is left with far too much time on her hands, which means addressing the other issues plaguing her life. Like her strange relationship with the most amazing girl in class, the eerie troubles plaguing her best friend, and whatever the hell is going on between her glasses and the old TV that she's becoming dangerously fond of. In the end, it might all be far more interconnected than she expected.
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- Part 4 of Susie and the Washouts
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Rick Sanchez was a lot of things, all of which came with their own occupational hazards, none of which one is expected to emerge from unscathed.
He did not have a single scar to show for it.
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The biggest, most potent dark fountain yet has been born, overtaking the entirety of the as yet un-opened festival. Together, the Fun Gang would have no problem facing down this challenge. They've overcome worse as a team. But when they're split apart and left to wander this massive, unstable Dark World alone? There's no telling what could happen. With the clock ticking and the Knight's plan reaching its final stages, the scattered heroes will have to forge new alliances, traverse unsteady new terrain, and find a way to overcome their greatest obstacles before it all comes crashing down.
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Dear Mr. Grace by CubeTime
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
18 Jun 2026
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When Ryland Grace left earth, he had no spouse or child to leave behind. He didn't even have a dog. That didn't mean that there weren't people who noticed his absence.
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That, he supposed, was the crux of his problem. ‘I’d like to get to know the real you,’ Tenna had said. But Spamton had no clue who the ‘real him’ even was anymore. His whole life was a series of masquerade masks, lined up on his wall to mark every moment where he’d lost himself to the whims of others. He’d been trapped by his purpose as a Darkner, then by his benefactor, then by the all-consuming madness of his quest for NEO, and finally, willingly, by his need to repay the endless debt he owed the heroes. If he really thought about it, he wasn’t sure he could remember a single moment that felt like… him.
OR: The nightmare is well and truly behind him and Spamton finally gets the chance to discover his own identity, no strings or societal expectations attached. He finds himself at a loss for who he is, unable to determine which parts of him were really his and which were products of what he went through. He ends up turning to the people who used to know him, in the hopes that they might be able to piece together the identity he's lost.
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- Part 7 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
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How To Save A Soul by CubeTime
Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
07 Jan 2026
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Joseph Joestar's daughter is on death's door, and the only way to save her is to cross the world and kill a vampire who should've already been dead a century ago. Their group has managed this far, but after their encounter with The Lovers, things have begun to go downhill with no sign of slowing. Hol Horse's life has been in a similar downward spiral ever since Geil's defeat back in India, and with Dio in the middle of cleaning out the dead weight, his prospects aren't looking too good. What are a group of men in desperate need of a little help and a Texan in need of protection against the most powerful "man" on earth to do?
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It didn’t take long for the novelty to wear off. For the monotony of the repeating cycle of Storybrooke’s days to start grating on her nerves. The nervous way the town avoided her stopped being thrilling. The fear in Mary Margaret’s eyes got old. Because none of it was ever new, never enough. What was the point of all this revenge if they couldn’t feel it? What was victory over Snow White if Snow White was good as dead? What was the point of tormenting this town if they’d just forget, the memory lost in the fog that they lived in? She’d wanted them all to be just as miserable as she was, but it seemed the only person suffering in the long term was her.
He was the nail in the coffin.OR: Regina comes to terms with the fact that she is well and truly alone in Storybrooke.
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“What did it promise you?” King paused, his entire body stilled by the question, mostly due to the confusion it caused.
“...What are you talking about?” he asked gruffly. He had no idea what Tenna was getting at, but something about the TV’s demeanor was starting to worry him. There was something unsettling about the severity to his new clown’s posture. His voice lacked the usual showmanship King was used to. There was a weariness to it now. An uncertainty that felt much weightier than Tenna’s usual nervousness.
“The Knight. What did it promise you?"OR: A few days into Tenna's stay in Castle Town, he and the King he's been roped into entertaining have an actual discussion.
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How do you field dress a bird? Well, it’s a bit of a different process from field-dressing larger game, but the principle is largely the same. It’s the kind of thing that feels difficult when you learn about it, but becomes quite simple once you actually get to doing it. All you really need is a good, sturdy, sharp knife, and perhaps some rope or string to keep things in place. From there, it’s a lot more intuitive than you’d probably think. Just keep your cuts precise and try to organize your workstation. It’s easy.
Of course, dead game doesn’t squirm so much, but there’s not much a creature so small can do.OR: Puppetification is a brutal process. That's it.
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When Spamton sang, the notes were written in treble clef. Not bass, not treble 8va, just plain old treble. Up with the sopranos and the altos. The range where women sang. He knew just enough about music to recognize that. He couldn’t identify intervals by ear or sight read, or even read sheet music at all unless you gave him an hour to count through every single note with those stupid little mnemonics you’re supposed to grow out of after a year or so. But he’d be an idiot to not know the difference between treble and bass clef, and even more of an idiot to not know which one he belonged in.
OR: Spamton grapples with the disconnect between a singing voice he likes and an identity he doesn't.
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- Part 6 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
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He became aware of it early, only a bit after he’d adjusted to his other, more obvious changes. He’d been running from a Werewire and cracked his head against the ground. It should have been a hard enough hit to have his skull splitting with agony. Instead, it had been next to nothing, barely more noticeable than a day-old papercut. He’d thought maybe it was the adrenaline. But even hours later, once the fear of the fight had worn off, he still felt nothing but a mild itch around what he learned, thanks to the reflective surface of a shattered laptop he found in one of the dumpsters, was a crack extending all the way from above where his right eyebrow had once been down to the bridge of his nose.
OR: After finally reuniting with Tenna and getting to feel safety for the first time in over a decade, Spamton gets the chance to actually absorb the consequences of some of the other parts of his transformation. Like the fact that having your nerves either pulled out or wrapped in plastic instead of skin deadens your sense of touch, and takes away all the comfort that goes with it.
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It was a foregone conclusion that Tenna was stronger than Spamton. It was obvious in everything about him. In his stature, towering so high that Spamton barely reached above the knee of his resting height. In his status as the ruler of his Dark World, where Spamton was just a regular Addison in his. It followed, then, that their magic followed the same rule. Spamton was weak, even by Addison standards, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Tenna was the ruler of an entire Dark World. Reality itself bent to his whims here. Spamton’s magic was a fading candle in the face of Tenna’s bonfire, fighting to stay lit. So weak that his attacks hardly felt like attacks at all.
OR: In the Big Shot Era, Tenna realizes the full force of his and Spamton's power differential. In the present day, Spamton demonstrates just how much he's changed since then.
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“Okay. Look, I wasn’t totally bullshitting. I’m not really much of an actor. But that’s not…” He gritted his teeth, fingers curling into the leather of Tenna’s chair. “Tenna. You’re… at least three times my size.” Tenna tilted his head in confusion.
“I know?” he said.
“Yeah, but- Look, I read the script. And that fight… Do you, uh… really think that’s gonna be believable?” Tenna’s screen flickered.
“Oh!” he said suddenly, clapping his hands as the realization hit him. “I see!” Spamton let out a relieved sigh, his smile falling back into place.
“See what I mean? You’re gonna need someone closer to your weight class. I mean, obviously I could take ya’ in a more magical fight-” He definitely couldn’t but Tenna chose not to comment, “-but the way this one’s scripted, I don’t think it’s gonna work out.”OR: Tenna desperately wants to bring Spamton into one of his narrative episodes, but Spamton's not having it. Upon learning that his concern is with a fight-scene in the climax of the script, Tenna takes it upon himself to assuage his worries by teaching him the basics of stage combat. They both have more fun than they expected.
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Spamton’s roots were growing out. It took a while for Tenna to notice, or maybe it just took a while to happen. His body was so different now, hard plastic where there had once been soft feathers, gaping, empty sockets that had once held sharp eyes. Static and unchanging. Wounds that would have once healed with time now had to be carefully repaired and his blood was no longer a familiar, humanizing red. He was a doll in more than just appearance. And, like a doll, his hair didn’t grow. Or at least, it hadn't.
OR: Tenna notices that Spamton's stopped dying his hair, despite how vital he knows it was to him. He tries to help without completely ruining whatever fragile truce they've managed to construct.
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- Part 5 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
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“Arright, are you done pretending you give a shit about my sales?”
“Whaaat?” Banner asked with an affronted gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. Spammie rolled her eyes. “Is it so wrong for me to be interested in my little sister’s career?” Spammie grimaced at the title and told herself it was just because of the ‘little.’
“Yeah, sure, Bans, but we both know you’re not,” she reminded him. “I’m not stupid. Come on, spit it out, whaddaya need from me?” Banner scoffed, his other hand coming up to rest dramatically against his forehead.
"You wound me."OR: Spamton's brother approaches him to model yet another outfit. It does not go quite as expected.
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- Part 4 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
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“You know I’m not judging you,” Tenna huffed. “It’s fine if you want to dye your hair! I was just curious.” Spamton’s forced smile slowly withered down into a small frown. He grabbed a loose strand of hair between his thumb and forefinger, spinning it in his grip. Tenna crossed his arms expectantly as he watched Spamton mull over how he wanted to respond. He really didn’t see what the big deal was.
“Fine, yeah, I dye it,” Spamton admitted finally. He gestured at his hair with his free hand. “Gotta have a signature style.”
“Oh,” Tenna said. “Oh, yes, of course!” He laughed to himself. “I’m all for it! It does rather suit your brand!”OR: Tenna discovers that Spamton dyes his hair and it quickly snowballs into something bigger than he was expecting.
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- Part 3 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
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Spamton is perfect because he has to be, to preserve the image he's so carefully cultivated for himself. It means that his image is flawless to anyone who knows of him. It also means that even the most minor slip-up can cause everything to come crashing down. Or at least, that's how it feels.
OR: Spamton misses like, a single line on stage and spends the rest of the night crashing the fuck out.
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- Part 2 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
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A child has no attachment to the spider in the corner.
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Spamton and his relationship with the title Sales(wo)man.
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- Part 1 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
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The battle with the Titan was terrifying, her friends are all being weird, and her conversation with Tenna raised more questions than answers. It’s about time that Susie’s glasses fess up to whatever the hell they’ve got going on, and Susie is willing to use all the tactics (threats of violence and extortion) at her disposal.
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- Part 3 of Susie and the Washouts