hi! I love your by any other name carcar fic. is it abandoned by any chance? bc I think about it constantly and I really hope you continue it. it's fine if you don't I've also let some of my wips on the sidelines
hi anon! ideally it is not abandoned, but the status of my fics is just as much of a mystery to me as it is to everyone else. the second chapter is messily written and maybe about 20%(?) edited. but it's very nice of you to tell me that you're still thinking about the fic, and i guess i should offer to discuss any of my fics that are haunting people's minds like horrible little poltergeists.
it's apparently free snippet day at the Cinzia Fic Factory so i will give you one too. first several paragraphs of By Any Other Name Chapter 2 under the cut.
By Any Other Name - Chapter 2, Paragraphs 1-5
There are two weeks between the Miami and Emilia-Romagna Grands Prix, which gives Oscar too much time to ruminate on the matter of Carlos Sainz’s incredible scent.
He tries not to dwell on the biggest unsolved scent mystery he’s ever encountered, using the rationale that anything Carlos-related doesn’t deserve this much space in his brain or scent memory. Oscar treats solving scent mysteries like a second job, and as a rule, he never abandons a case until the trail has gone fully cold; however, in this particular instance, he tells himself that he needs to make his first-ever exception to his usual completionist mindset. Seeing the mysteries through matters a lot when he’s playing private investigator for fun, but it doesn’t matter at all when he’s practically tearing his hair out over the most annoying omega he’s ever met. It seems like it should be the other way around, but it isn’t, due to reasons. And because of those reasons, Carlos Sainz’s scent needs to be the one and only case that Oscar does not attempt to close.
The problem is, Oscar isn’t psychologically capable of making an exception to a mission he’s been taking extremely seriously since he was seven years old. He can’t talk himself into believing it doesn’t matter when something at his very core is insisting that nothing has ever mattered more.
This is an unsolvable mystery that cannot be solved by me or anyone else. Hope this helps, Oscar visualizes himself typing into the Fragrantomega comment box in response to a hypothetical post of his own. But then, inevitably, he can’t stop the Oscar in his mind from backspacing the comment and favoriting the post to return to later.
Oscar still spends the exact same amount of time on Fragrantomega, despite the inconveniently high percentage of his scent-related brainspace that is forcefully occupied by churros con chili chocolate. It’s still the thing he does during all the holding periods in his life. He continues to check the F1 Paddock section in the days following the Miami GP, keeping an eye out for missed connections that people are just getting around to posting, and solves what he can. Personally, he would never wait that long to start tracking down a scent he’s interested in, but he acknowledges that some people are too lackadaisical for their own good.
Hope you're doing well, I miss pickleball Carbono :) Is the last one the end or it's on hiatus? If it's the end thank you for making it <3
hi anon! it is not the end. it is accidentally on hiatus. i meant to tweak some formatting on an IG post for the next set and then somehow months had gone by. it is probably time to test the merits of broom-based motivation.
i'm handing out penance preview snippets for super-late replies so here's the first image from Part 12 of Pickleball AU:
may I get an estimation for when “Cyclical Connection” may be updated plz
This is no pressure, I just was curious since its been a while since the last update (^_^)
hi anon! i genuinely have no idea. i fell a few months behind on carbono content and lost motivation because of burnout from work, but i would like to catch up on watching the content soon and see if that brings back some inspiration... someone could also try hitting me with a broom, maybe that will help.
because this reply is literally over a month late(!!!) i will give you the first scene of Cyclical Connection Chapter 3 as penance. why not. the chapter will probably be around 15k and isn't seeing the light of day anytime soon. scene below the cut due to the omegaverse smut-based premise of it all.
Cyclical Connection - Chapter 3, Scene 1
Alex is lying exhausted and sweaty and sticky on his disheveled bed in his hormone-saturated Austrian hotel room on Thursday morning, starfish-spread across the blue duvet that is yet again defiled after being washed multiple times over the course of four days, when his rut finally breaks at the exact same time Carlos’s heat does. He sighs, grabs his last remaining clean towel to wipe his face, struggles into an upright position to chug the rest of the lukewarm water from the bottle sitting on his bedside table, and breathes in deeply to calm his frayed nerves with the soothing scent of a satisfied omega at peace.
As Alex’s foggy lust-jumbled mind gradually clears, he makes the executive decision to not call James and verbally eviscerate him for signing off on the logistics team’s misinformed calculations that resulted in him and Carlos spending the last few days awash in a pheromonal sea of their joint cycle peaks through the shockingly insubstantial hotel wall. Going off the last time Alex confronted James about the adjoining rooms situation — the incident in which he cornered the team principal in his office and loudly overshared at him until he became visibly horny about his own complaints — he doesn’t trust himself not to give far too many details about the sordid events that said insubstantial wall has been subjected to. Those details would be highly incriminating for Alex himself, and because James is not an idiot, they would result in two conclusions: one, Alex actively fueled the cross-barrier interactions; and two, he really enjoyed them. The most charitable interpretation of events would lead to no changes in the room arrangements, and the least charitable interpretation would lead to Alex being reported to HR. Therefore, any confrontation with James would be both pointless and incredibly damning.
Of course, Alex will go to James and argue for changes on Carlos’s behalf, if Carlos wants him to. He will defer to what the omega is comfortable with, and if that is no adjoining rooms unless the walls are certifiably made of solid concrete, he’s willing to go to bat for it. But after the four days the two of them spent calling out each other’s names while frantically pleasuring themselves to each other, Alex highly, highly suspects that Carlos will not make this request of him.
Alex cracks several joints as he stretches his stiff limbs out and forward until he’s standing, wolfs down an entire sandwich while he walks naked across his hotel room, and scrubs himself thoroughly with a embroidered hotel washcloth in the ugly glass shower box. He’s just finished getting dressed in a clean pair of pajamas when a text from Patrick pops up on his phone screen: Probably obvious but you’ve been excused from media day. Still getting the details from the team but there’s been a jet arranged to fly you and Carlos to Silverstone tonight. Rest up mate. I’ve left breakfast outside your door, text me if you need anything else.
The last thing Alex needs to deal with is the hell of media duties, so he appreciates being granted permission to skip them without needing to fight for it. He’s not sure if the team is displaying basic human decency towards him or just capitulating to intercession by the press officer that had to disrupt a media pen interview to keep him from going into rut on camera, but either way, he’ll take it.
has anyone been keeping track of all the bad things that have happened to george so far this season... i'm starting a Very Unscientific Study on the prevalence of George Russell Bad Luck Incidents by Presence of Special Suit vs. Regular Suit
Not Williams making a video of Carlos in a zoox. I immediately thought of your pickleball au. Personally I’m subscribing to your vision that Carlos doesn’t trust robotaxis to drive him
hi anon! it makes me happy that someone has an association between my content and my favorite bizarre inexplicable williams capitalism partnership 💕
i can't be convinced that the guy who said he doesn't like being in any vehicle he isn't controlling enjoyed having a robot drive him around, but he did a good job of not looking like he hated it!
Can I believe my eyes, SARGEBON fic in the big 26? My Shayla they will never pry out of my hands?? If you're writing any other Sargebon would you possibly share a preview bit of it (please keep writing my dead ship I miss them so much)
hi anon! i'm glad you still appreciate my sargebon content 💕 but sargebon themselves are keeping the ship alive (via sporadic social media interactions) so i will too 🫡
and yes you may have a snippet. i'll give an extra long one because this reply is very late and i haven't updated the fic in over 1.5 years oops...
Wanting and Willing: Chapter 2, Paragraphs 1-4
“Um.” Logan clutches the dish towel tightly around his hand, trying not to be distracted by the throbbing pain, the blossoming blood, or the way Alex’s attention is completely zeroed in on him. Or Alex’s long pearly white fangs, which are still fully visible. He’s heard vampire fangs are retractable, like cat claws, but he’s not sure of the exact mechanisms. The firm wooden kitchen chair feels like it’s wobbling under Logan, which is probably due to some combination of blood loss and the shock of this sudden revelation. But he regains his senses enough to say, “I didn’t… know the knowledge was there to escape?”
Alex frowns, still looking completely nonplussed. He seems just as confused about this whole situation as Logan, as if a human not being aware of something is equally surprising as an F1 driver revealing himself to be a vampire. His tongue flickers out to lick one last drop of blood off his upper lip, quickly and self-consciously. “Did James not give you that briefing after your contract renewal?”
“Uh… I wasn’t really briefed on a lot,” Logan says. The fact that James Vowles didn’t take the opportunity to hear himself talk for several meetings’ worth of updates gave Logan the impression that the team principal is seriously considering giving up on him, but the length of the briefing he did receive was unconscionable given how little substance it contained, so maybe that’s for the best. “So, um, no, “Alex is a vampire” didn’t make it onto the agenda.”
Alex and Logan stare at each other for a few long moments, mutually perplexed.
'But no-one knows that. So if you've got this— if you know the real number, then you are either my sister, my mum, or you're a serious stalker. So let's go from the last known ...'
The Ecosystem Resilience-Building Process — Chapter 2
Alex/Logan
T, 2.4k (2/2), for @loganficfest | AO3
Chapter 2
Four of Alex's five Persian cats refused to move with him to Florida for his PhD program; they did not know about the illustrious doctoral research the future Dr. Albon would be conducting on their breed, and if they had, they would not have cared. That left Alex with the one Persian cat that didn’t like any of the other Albon pets, and was disliked by them all in kind: Princess Ferrari. She has never liked any other animal or person in her entire hate-filled life, but then, unexpectedly, she makes a single exception for Logan's baby golden retriever puppy.