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fizzybizzness · 1 year
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Bizz: Since when did they put a vending machine... right there...?
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osamusriceballs · 5 months
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The Accident - Part IX
Atsumu x fem reader
Warnings: None
Words:- ~ 1,2 k
About: The phone call with Atsumu! What could he possibly want from you?
Part I II -> Next Part
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"Hello?"
"Y/n? It's me, Atsumu Miya."
You glance at Yachi with wide eyes, and she nods frantically, clearly excited by the call. She urges you to respond, gesturing for you to say something to him.
"Oh, yes. Atsumu. Is everything alright?"
"Everything's good. Don't worry. I just wanted to let you know that I've talked to my lawyer, and apparently, we both can't have the same lawyer for the divorce. I've contacted Samu's lawyer, though, and they're willing to help us out. I'll cover the cost, don't worry. They're discreet too, so we don't need to worry about the public getting involved." You try to focus on his words, but his voice flows like honey through the speaker, causing your heart to skip a beat. Yachi taps your shoulder, urging you to respond once again. You clear your throat and quickly start to answer.
"Oh. Thank you. I really don't know what to say. I've been thinking about the public, especially since I found out you're in the Olympic team. I was wondering if the situation would cause problems for you."
"No! No, yer not causing me trouble. It's not like we're under a dating ban. Most of us just try to be discreet about our dating life. Some fans are... a bit obsessed." There's a brief silence, and you debate if you should mention stumbling upon his profile and complimenting him for it. You're technically still strangers, yet it feels like you're the early stages of actually dating.
"But don't worry about that; your husband will take care of that, 'kay?" His tone turns playful, and you snort at the comment. "Okay. Let me know how I can help." You ease back into the couch, Yachi attentively watching you with a curious expression.
"Of course. You could start by telling me about your plans for next week. We need to talk to the lawyers; can you fit me into yer schedule sometime?"
"I have the next week off, so just let me know when works best for you." You smile at the thought of seeing him again, ignoring Yachi's encouraging grin.
"Sure. How about Wednesday? We can have dinner after the appointment; I can show you Onigiri Miya, if ya want? You can say no too; I just thought it would be a good idea to get to know each other. We started rather... unusually." Your cheeks heat up at the memory of how you technically met—waking up naked and married.
"Oh! That sounds lovely, actually. I've seen some pictures of Onigiri Miya, and I'd love to try Osamu's food."
"You've seen pics? Found my Instagram, didn't ya?" His teasing tone intensifies, and you feel even more heat rushing to your cheeks.
"I just- I wasn't trying to-" You stammer, the image of a shirtless Atsumu vivid in your mind.
"Just teasin' ya. Are you getting shy on me now? We literally slept in the same bed; I'd stalk my husband's Instagram too if I woke up married like that." He teases, and you can't help but get flustered.
"I wasn't stalking!" You clarify and clear your throat uncomfortably. "Did ya make sure to follow me? I wanna stalk my wifey too." He laughs, clearly unfazed by the situation, and his lightheartedness quickly transfers to you. "I didn't. I just had a short look; I don't know if I remember your username."
"Oh? You only remember the food on my page? Guess that's the only thing I'm good for. Only known for being the brother of the famous Osamu Miya, chef, and successful restaurant owner. I'll ask Samu to post some pictures of me to gain more followers." He sighs dramatically, and you snort at his exaggerated acting. "Did you just laugh? You seemed so tense before; I'm glad yer feeling better already."
"Thank you. I really appreciate everything." You smile, and even though you can't see his face, you're sure he's smiling too. "And I'll make sure to follow you. Maybe it will help raise your popularity- I want your volleyball career to thrive, after all." He laughs at your words, and you notice Yachi looking at you with raised brows, clearly curious about what you're talking about.
"Maybe I can finance us someday with my volleyball skills. Stick along, wifey. I'll get you an even prettier ring then." You blush feverishly and cough nervously while glance at the ring on the couch table. "The rings don't look too bad actually. The diamond looks almost real."
"Oh, about that. It is real, so make sure to wear it often to show off."
It takes you a few moments to process his words, and you take a sharp breath through your nose as you look at the ring. "What do you mean it's real? Like a real diamond?" Yachi stares at the ring too, and her mouth is agape as she hesitantly reaches for it, holding it in the light. It shines beautifully, and you lean forward to inspect it closer.
"Yeah, real diamond and all that. I found a receipt in my pocket. The rings are from a real jewelry store. I got the certificates for them too. I'll give you the one for your ring when we see each other again."
"I don't know what to say- Atsumu-" You hesitate, gazing at the ring once again. The diamond is not small, not overly huge, but tastefully big enough to shine brightly. "Don't mention it. We'll talk next week? I'll message you the time. I can pick ya up, or we can meet up there; I'm fine with both."
"Okay. Thank you. See you next week, Atsumu."
"See ya, wifey."
You hang up with a smile and stare at the screen for a few moments, until Yachi starts to laugh right next to you.
"'See you next week, Atsumu'- the way you made sure to say his name, ohh, y/n, you're crushing on him."
"I don't even know him, Yachi! And we're in no position to be liking each other; it's just business!" You shake your head and furrow your brows.
Atsumu is a nice guy. Funny, charismatic, kind. And extremely good looking. You know that you realistically have no chance to score a catch like him, and yet, you find yourself married to him. You wonder if he is regretting the whole situation, even though he seems to play it cool. He's on top of his career and you're just distracting him right now in this important phase. He's probably just worried about his reputation, worried that you'd go to the media and claim that he had forced you to do something. He might just be nice to you because he's scared- scared that you could potentially ruin his career. You need to make sure to always remember that and not to let his words get to you.
You'd have to make sure you don't fall for him— or else you'd end up with a broken heart.
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seawing-vibes · 7 months
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Hiii welcome to The Thing I’ve Been Working On For Far Too Long !!!! This is an edited map of my WoF Headworld!! This map fallows my personal lore / story for what happens post-books! There are far more ideas I have regarding new structures, how the land changes, etc. , but this was just generally for labeling major locations within each territory! My hope was to wrap this up before the Felid Guide drops so I can compare my map to the canon reveal of locations but I didn’t quite get there and there are still a lot of loose ends. Unfortunately I don’t have much time to work on this anymore and will probably chip away at it privately in pieces , but for now I wanted to share this bit publicly!
The info for the labels on the map are all written out below, but I have primarily complied information in a Google Doc for easier viewing and navigation!
Link to the Google Doc !
Under construction !! Im so sorry I’m stuck on mobile and Tumblrs post editor on mobile is actual shit. the formatting is terrible I’m going bonkers in here. Also it’s stuck sideways for some reason like girl pleaseee turn the other way!!! I will rb this again once I’m able to format it properly.
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puppyeared · 5 months
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what if i snapped and made an oc carrd
#i mean.... i could#this isnt the first time ive thought of doing it but i drop ocs so easily its not even funny. so idk if itd be worth it#id consider toyhouse or smth but i dont have money lol. right now everythings on artfight but thats more for drawing purposes#what ocs would i even talk abt... i have some standalones like auggie and ocs i think look cool but dont plan on using#but some others have their own stories.. not like a huge thought out plot but something i pick up and twirl around in my head#like luckys whole deal is being a hiking guide who accidentally gets tied up with some werewolves pretending to be a hiking group to eat pp#and then i have the magician rivals. although i kinda wanna tie theirs with the nightguard and thief story ive been cooking. maybe in the#same universe? it would be pretty funny if they lived in the same apartment complex since a couple stories i have in mind revolve around th#its like some sort of omnibus or anthology to me. kicks my feet#and then fan characters like xin ya and sleight who i want to have their own expanded lore and stuff. i think that would be cool#im making crow a powerpoint of xins updated lore but the assignmence are making it hard. hopefully it turns out good though#i have a hard time writing personality and xins is always the hardest bc theyre probably the least like me. i tend to stick to#characters similar to myself to get in their head. but bc their backstory affects their personality so strongly i have to do some thinking#anyway. hopefully i remember this later#yapping#oc#oc talk#ive also been playing neko atsume recently for nostalgia and why did we as a society ever stop playing it. its so chill#you just take pictures of silly little cats and leave them silly little toys and treats. and the music is cute
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sugarpasteltmnt · 5 months
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Chapter 16: The Cost
There’s a Christmas movie reference in this chapter! Sure hope it doesn't foreshadow something monumental.
[Read it here on AO3]
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jojo-schmo · 10 months
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There is a faraway forgotten land in another dimension. In that land, there is an abandoned city. And in that city, there is a lone radio. When that radio is not playing the newest hit by superstar artist Neichel, it’s playing the tastiest, funkiest jams the people of that world had to offer.
(AKA the chaotic Spotify playlist with several of my favorite classic jams that I like to listen to when working on stuff like the Roleswap comic >:D)
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really channeled my inner yassified!howdy today via being practically comatose all day due to Migraine, then as soon as i woke up i demolished so many tacos in one sitting. he's just like me fr
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megamanrecut · 2 months
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Return to the Night, Part 6 (Now on Ao3!)
After ushering Elec Man back up the creaking, rotted stairs, they returned to Elec Man and Top Man's apartment without much difficulty by calling a cab (the driver had questioned if they were sure they didn't want to go to a hospital, but Elec Man had glared so fiercely at this suggestion that the driver just shrugged and muttered that they could do what they wanted, he didn't care anyway. Elec Man was sullen and embarrassed the entire trip, and no one talked, though Top Man had gotten over his previous indignation and had warmed up to Proto considerably, occasionally catching his eye and giving him a small smile).
Winston, Top Man's valet-drone, let out a startled beep when they first entered the small apartment, then quickly began fussing over Elec Man with a microfiber cloth and lint roller until Elec Man pushed him away impatiently. He sat slumped on the edge of his bed like an angry, flightless bird, sipping dismally at an energy can while Proto carefully inspected his injuries.
"Well, you're real lucky this time, ya know? Your damage isn't too bad," Proto pronounced finally after performing a few spot repairs. "Nothing internal. I think you can skip a trip to the repair shop this time around."
"Good, because I have a full agenda of tasks I must catch up on," muttered Elec Man, slipping down to the floor and teetering unsteadily.
Top Man looked aghast, but Proto only snickered, pushing Elec Man back onto his bed.
"Some things don't change—sit back down, hot shot, before you hurt yourself," Proto told Elec Man in a mock-sanctimonious voice, reaching toward Elec Man's hair and ruffling it until it no longer swept backward in its usual neat lines. "You're not going anywhere."
"You're messing up my hair—"
"Yes, I am. Because today, you're not playing the role of 'big bad mobster' or the intimidating 'Mr. Smith' —today you're just Elec Man, who never takes a day off and sorely needs to rest."
Catching Proto's eye again, Top Man let out a small laugh, amused at Elec Man's discomfort (seeing the critical, 'never a thread or hair out of place' Elec Man being grounded was a rare sight indeed, for few had the nerve to boss Elec Man around). Proto smiled back. He had finally gotten Top Man to laugh after all; mission accomplished.
…The fact that Elec Man needed to rest was of course obvious to everyone (including Elec Man), still, Elec Man wasn't going to go down without a fight.
"Why?" he demanded.
Proto smirked. "Uh, because of what you went through? Because you're damaged? Because you never take a break? …Because you want me to help you keep this quiet?" Proto added the last one in a warning undertone. "Pick one. Now, let's get you undressed—" he said, unbuttoning Elec Man's suit jacket.
Elec Man gave an involuntary jerk, flustered. "Thank you, but that's unnecessary—"
But Proto had tugged off Elec Man's ruined suit jacket and tossed it carelessly to a heap on the floor. From its perch on Top Man's vanity, Winston gave a scandalized beep. Proto went for the tie next, then the buttons of Elec Man's black dress shirt, Winston trilling like a police car toy—
"Really! That's unnecessary!" snapped Elec Man quickly, squirming away when Proto reached for his belt. Glaring reproachfully, Elec Man pointedly gestured with his eyes toward Top Man, who was still in the room watching them.
At this, Top Man had hastily turned his back on the scene, his gaze averted toward the ceiling, though Proto could see him shaking with silent laughter.
Finally, Elec Man was dressed in a pair of black silk pajamas embroidered with small lightning bolts that Winston had presented him from the bottom of Elec Man's dresser. Elec Man sank back into his small, uncomfortable bed. Save for his pale piercing eyes (which by now could have incinerated concrete) there was nothing even remotely mobster or even intimidating about him, his short black hair sticking wildly out in every direction. "There…happy?"
"Actually, yeah. Thanks for the assist, Winston," said Proto pleasantly, pulling the covers up over Elec Man's shoulders and smoothing out his collar (Winston, who had cleared away the ruined suit and was now hovering by Top Man, gave Proto a cold, tut-like beep). "Nice PJs. They look comfortable."
"Shut up."
Top Man stood at the foot of Elec Man's bed, beaming down at him. He appeared to be thoroughly enjoying this and cast a regretful glance over at the clock on his nightstand. "I have to go to the theater—I've missed three performances already, they'll be worried. Will you be alright?" he asked Elec Man anxiously.
"Don't worry, Top Man, I'll stay and make sure he takes it easy tonight," Proto assured him. Elec Man shook his head and muttered something under his breath on how unnecessary this all was, but his eyes were already drooping and the protest seemed perfunctory.
Top Man gave Proto a large grin. It really looked more sincere and attractive on his face than any of his closed-off Syndicate sneers or haughty looks had. Finally, Top Man tore himself away, grabbing a duffle bag filled with ballet gear.
"Be careful—watch out for anyone suspicious, and take a laser pistol just in case!" Elec Man called after Top Man.
"I know!" replied Top Man, rolling his eyes as he stepped out the door with Winston hovering dutifully behind him. He looked over at Proto. "I'll be back later, okay?"
Still grinning, Top Man shut the door, leaving Elec Man and Proto alone.
It was quiet in the apartment—Proto suspected the walls were soundproofed. He rolled Elec Man's office chair over to the bed and sat down, taking off his aviators and sticking them in his pocket.
"So, you two share a room?" Proto asked to break the ice. He was both amused and interested in the situation, for neither Elec Man nor Top Man were very much alike.
"Top Man insisted," Elec Man responded wearily. "A scrapper ambushed us one night when we were walking home. I dispatched it quickly of course, but ever since then Top Man doesn't like to sleep alone, he wants me for protection…so now we share a room."
"I can't imagine what that's like for you."
"It's been a bit of an adjustment."
"Not to mention your new human-like programming?"
"…It's a nuisance, all part of the upgrades my creator made to my programming to protect me from becoming reprogrammed—I guess I have you to thank for that, he was inspired by your systems."
With a heavy sigh, Elec Man rested his head deeper into his silk pillow, staring up into the ceiling.
"You weren't supposed to be here," he said finally.
"But I am here. And you're stuck with me again, at least for a little while."
...A small smile flickered across Elec Man's face, though he quickly banished it, making his face as blank and unreadable as pavement. "Thanks for everything. Though I still think this is a bit overkill, Top Man will feel much better knowing you're keeping me safe tonight."
"Well, I dunno if you're ever safe with me, pal," Proto said mischievously. He leaned forward to whisper into Elec Man's ear. "Say…I have a crazy idea. What if I were to capture you like you did to me a year ago? …For your own good."
"Proto…"
"—Have Light reprogram you as a lab assistant, force you to live in the lab like a human…to always have messy hair and wear the same baggy polyester clothes from the mall most humans wear, to spend your afternoons playing video games in the family room, to sleep through every night in a proper bed with cotton sheets, to act like a normal brother to Top Man instead of his strict Syndicate mentor…"
Elec Man wrinkled his nose. "Well, Top Man would like that. Is this supposed to be revenge for me telling Dr. Light where you were and forcing you to go back home?"
"No…but I am livid you almost died and wouldn't even call me."
"You shouldn't be involved. …You were supposed to be happy."
"You should have called me." Proto leaned back in his chair, surveying Elec Man for a moment. "…I can't possibly tell you how irresponsible this is. Not just for you, but how you left Top Man completely in the dark."
Elec Man winced. "I thought I could do it, I didn't want him to get involved either."
"He was freaking out when you went missing, didn't even know who to call, suspected the worst—with good reason. I know Syndicate matters are secretive, but if you're going to pull a stunt like that you should have at least left him some sort of emergency contact!"
"I know," Elec Man admitted feebly. He seemed to be shrinking deeper into the sheets.
"Speaking of which…How did Top Man know to find me? Pretty sure you were supposed to keep quiet about me…seeing as I'm not in the Syndicate anymore."
"Yes, I was…" It was a moment before Elec Man elaborated, and when he did, his voice was very soft, as though afraid of being overheard, yet direct. "A few weeks ago, Top Man had something going on with one of the human dancers in his ballet troop that he had to break off because, well, Top Man's not human, he's Syndicate, and some worlds shouldn't mix." Elec Man swallowed. "He was feeling really down about it, so I told him about you."
"…Oh."
Elec Man's eyes darted away from Proto's again, and neither said anything for a while.
Finally, Proto cricked his neck restlessly, glancing over at Top Man's vanity and the vase packed with slightly wilted white roses, and said, "I don't think Top Man wants to be Syndicate, he only pretends to play the part to please you, ya know?"
Elec Man nodded. "I know. He wants to be human." He gave a small shrug. "I don't get it."
"Rock's like that…I don't get it either. But you should be happy at least about how much Top Man looks up to you."
"I get that even less," Elec Man responded gruffly.
Proto chuckled softly, and began slowly ruffling Elec Man's already disheveled hair again, his thumb massaging Elec Man's temple. "Well, some things are softer than they look."
The small beginning of a smile softened Elec Man's face, and he closed his eyes.
"You make yourself miserable with all this self-discipline you impose on yourself—" Proto added. "Maybe you should take up my offer, come back to Light's lab with me."
"It'd never work. Like I said, some worlds shouldn't mix. Nice suburban families don't like dangerous robots like me."
"You don't know that…they tolerate me, after all." Proto smiled softly to himself. "…Who am I kidding, you'd hate domestic life as much as I do, too boring. Still, kinda hoping you'll drop by some night. I know you're busy, but it's been what…another five months since I last saw you? I started working on this jet in Light's garage. Ever been flying? It's incredible. You should come flying with me. I'll take you somewhere you've never been. You won't believe how freeing it feels when you can just hop in a jet and get far away from it all…"
Elec Man didn't respond. He looked relaxed and appeared to be listening, a small, unconscious smile on his face—but then a few moments later he had finally drifted off to sleep, his breathing light and even. Yet as he slept, his guard completely down, a sadness had settled into his face—he seemed exhausted beyond what even a good night's rest would cure.
After watching Elec Man for a moment longer, Proto's hands fell into his lap again as he leaned back in his chair again and sighed.
Later that night, Proto heard the soft creaking of stairs as Top Man returned to the apartment. Quickly, he replaced his aviators, stood up, stretched, then walked out the door.
"Hey, how was your performance?" he asked as he met Top Man in the landing outside.
"Excellent as always," grinned Top Man, but then he frowned, casting Proto a sharp look. "…Where are you going? Surely you're not thinking of leaving so soon after all this! It's late. Please, spend the night with us. It's not much, perhaps not up to the human standards you're used to, but we will try to make it comfortable for you. You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the floor—"
"Whoa whoa whoa, kiddo…I can't stay here. Elec Man doesn't want me to."
"Oh." Top Man's face closed back up into the cold Syndicate facade like a door locking. "Well, when will we see each other again?"
"Up to your older brother. Here are my digits—" Proto handed Top Man a slip of paper with the laboratory's home phone number on it. "Call me if Elec Man does that disappearing trick again, I guarantee he's up to no good. Oh, and feel free to visit anytime."
Though Top Man seemed pleased at this, he gave Proto a curt nod, returning to unnatural formalities, almost like how a prince might treat a foreign ambassador. Proto waved goodbye, then chuckled to himself as walked down the dirty creaking stairs.
The lights at Dr. Light's laboratory were dark when Proto returned to New York. Proto brightened. Hopefully everyone had gone to bed, yet as he crept silently in through the window to his room, a light clicked on and two faces were staring disappointedly from the edge of his bed.
"I am going to kick your ass so hard you won't need a jet to go flying around the world, mister!" said Roll, standing up with her hands on her hips. Though she kept her voice low, it was as scolding as a shout. "Where were you? The air raider was gone, no note, no phone call, you could have been kidnapped by gangsters for all we knew!"
By her side, Rock was also frowning. Both were dressed in their pajamas, Roll's a creamy yellow, Rock's a true blue.
"Uh, sorry if I worried you, but you see this troubled ballet star showed up on our doorstep and I had to help him rescue his brother from a botched assassination mission."
"Shut up! Your stupid-sounding stories get old after a while, ya know?"
"…Where's Dr. Light? Was he worried?"
Proto had a slight sinking feeling. Dr. Light disapproved of Proto going on secret adventures. It wasn't that Proto was worried about getting into trouble, but he hated Dr. Light's gentle lectures about roles and responsibilities. It made living here all the more…suffocating.
Roll rolled her eyes. "No, I covered for you, as usual. But seriously this has to be the last time, I hate lying to Dad for you when he trusts you so much. I swear if you ever get into serious trouble, don't expect me to come rescue you! You're not supposed to sneak off on your own like this!"
"…Are you mad because I didn't invite you?"
"Yes!"
"You wouldn't have liked it, I didn't even bring my armor, and didn't get into any fights."
"…Really?"
"Really."
"Oh. Huh."
Roll's anger seemed to abate a bit, though she still cocked a brow skeptically at Proto. Meanwhile Rock stared at Proto in grave silence. It always surprised Proto that Rock never tattled on either of them. Perhaps Rock was hoping he could guilt Proto into coming clean with his silent, accusing stares. So far, his strategy had no effect.
"Well, I'm home now, and all's well that ends well, right?" said Proto with a careless shrug and a winning grin.
Roll just glared.
"I'm glad you're alright," Rock said finally, looking tentatively from Roll to Proto and resigning himself to the fact that Proto wasn't going to be properly remorseful for his mysterious disappearance tonight. He crossed over to Proto's door. "It's late and I'm going to bed. Night, Proto."
"Yeah, night Proto," said Roll, sticking out her tongue at him as she followed Rock out.
"Night guys," Proto called softly after them, cringing internally. Great, they were annoyed with him. Again. He got it, he'd have to make it up to them tomorrow—being a responsible older brother was a lot of work!
Sighing, Proto closed his window which had been left open behind him, shutting out the tempting night breeze.
A/N: this mostly concludes this little interlude but there will be a final chapter I’ll post eventually
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devildom-moss · 2 months
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February request goals update
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I made a spreadsheet because I'm like that of all the requests I have from Halloween/early November I know it's been a long time. I'm sorry. So, I'm going try to get 7 more done this month (the ones in yellow, with the darker ones being the requests I'm working on this week). Yes, I picked ones with Simeon in them on purpose.
I put an upload schedule in the bio (Tuesdays 9pm, Saturdays 10pm PST). Let's see if I can actually stick to it. I'll try.
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So turns out expecting myself to set up the next poll during the semester was a foolishness. My last final is on the 19th, so I'll look at really and actually starting during the break. I promise this isn't dead!!!
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reejindeed · 1 year
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How’s it going my man? Hope life’s been treating you good👍🏻
I've been gooooooooooood... I've been spending time on commissions mostly and got really into watching like... Travel/food vlogs to relax.
Mostly it's just Tabieats. Lots and lots of Tabieats ahahaha
Coincidentally a Japanese food mart just opened up the street from where I live so I got to stock up on a lot of foods that agree with my stomach better and I can finally get to try all the different white peach drinks I want! They have one that's a tiny little glass bottle and it's like $4-$5... It's some kind of white peach soda. I couldn't read the label because it was all in Japanese so I don't know what it was called or what brand it is but it tasted like a peach... Not even peach flavoring, it straight up just tasted like a peach. Blew my fucking mind. I think it's my new favorite drink...
I also took a picture because the bottle was so cute
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webbedphantom · 2 months
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Moving Update
So, I just wanted to make this quick post to let everyone know how things are going.
We unfortunately haven't found a place yet, but thankfully, my brother is letting us stay a bit longer... but not our stuff unfortunately. All of our boxes, our beds, and my desk need to be put in storage for a little while until we can move out, meaning we'll be sleeping on the couches/in sleeping bags for the foreseeable future.
It's not ideal, especially for me, who already has a ton of trouble sleeping under the best conditions, but it's better than the alternative.
However, no desk means little to no computer time. I am on a laptop, but it's an old one with a busted screen, so it's difficult to actually use as a laptop, meaning I'll likely be stuck on mobile until we move out. I might be able to boot the laptop up every once in a while to trim things, but on the odd chance that I can't... well, there won't be much I can do about it.
Still... could be worse.
Anyways, after we get everything stored, I should be a bit more active here, seeing as I won't have much else to do. Might take a day or two, but I should be here for Valentine's, which is exciting!
Fingers crossed everything goes well.🤞
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number1villainstan · 9 months
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soooo the june monthly short piece is now officially two months late, which is kind of a record. on the plus side it's shaping up to be real long. oh yea and now i have drugs so that might help
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lynxalon · 2 months
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hullo
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jakowskis · 3 months
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spent today playin sims instead of writing and i made tw sims and let them do whatever and sat back with popcorn to watch. heres some of the stuff that happened
so for starters, for background, i made them like a hub but it's not the hub from the show, and it's also got bedrooms and i locked the door to leave and theyre all unemployed so they just stay in there and have to deal with each other all day. for my amusement
theyve started just wearing their pajamas all day. ianto and tosh are the only ones who consistently get dressed most days. jack's about 50/50. owen n gwen are ALWAYS in their pjs. (UPDATE i played a little more since i first wrote up this post ianto n tosh have given in theyre all-day pj bitches too now)
this is esp funny with owen whos pjs are just his underwear. so mf is just walking around practically naked all the time which is biblically accurate honestly
i gave jack n owen the flirty trait... jack has racked up small romance bars with both ianto and tosh, interestingly.
owen is the only one who doesn't have a romance bar with anyone, funnily enough. i gave him the flirty AND mean traits fdhskfj so ig that mean trait's been keeping everyone away. however him and gwen have both flirted and argued with each other and i think thats rlly funny cuz i didnt even influence them like they did that on their own. sims imitates art
additionally, at one point all of them were flirty all at once except for owen. and guess what he was instead? happy, of all things. which is doubly funny bc every single other time i check on him hes angry.
gwen and ianto had a romance bar between them for a sec but its fading thyere besties now instead
owen tosh n gwen have become gamers they r addicted
theyre all addicted to ping pong also (i gave them a ping pong table)
tosh has had like three breakthroughs (genius trait) in like three in-game days which seems high but. thats our tosh
ianto has made friends w everyone and consistently seeks out convos w all four of them. sims said get extraverted, bitch
tosh keeps to herself, gwen is constantly gaming so she only talks to ppl who come up to her desk and talk to her, jack and owen have been chatting almost constantly which is hilarious. most communication ive ever seen those two have
tosh n ianto keep taking baths which feels Right somehow they do seem like bath bitches. im unleashing them in a lush
i gave them a treadmill and owen and gwen are the only two who've touched it which also feels right
TOSH WAS ON FIRE AT ONE POINT AND I GOT SO SCARED but shes ok its fine. ianto put her out. owen got scared of the fire and did a gay little run into his room and it made me giggle
tosh also keeps cleaning up its driving me nuts thats iantos job girl!!! go be a genius!!!
also her and ianto were having a dance party and then gwen joined and then gwen didnt STOP. the dancing queen
owen trolled the forums at one point. he was on reddit
oh and one time his exhaustion got in the red and instead of going to sleep like everyone else he drank coffee... thought that was on point i kno his ass doesnt get regular sleep
none of them have tried to cook. they all just microwave shit. n then complain that the food was gross
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bye-bye-firefly · 5 months
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i said this to my friends like. i have Lost nano. as i said at the start i do not ever plan to lose ... But we cannot All be winners... but despite this im still like i did a REALLY good job. im sure everyone knows about how inconsistent my writing is like when i put out chapters and when theyre done and everything but its like 41k in a month is nothing to look over like thats really good for me. even on a good day im not writing the fucking 3k that i wrote once or the 2k i wrote at the start. i DO want to try and keep writing everyday because it wasnt the writing everyday that fucked me, it was real life shit and the holidays and work and friends and blah blah blah there is stuff OUTSIDE of writing that i have to do. i have Obligations. AND im a human person who likes to do things other than make money and write; i like playing video games and hanging out with my friends and if i dont have that socialisation time then its like. Rover
like this was REALLY great i felt like id gone back to my early days of fic writing and writing everyday like i did on propaganda and actually having like ideas and just writing and progressing the story I LOVE WRITING!!! i didnt need to be reminded how much i love writing but i did have to be reminded just how much i can DO. because sometimes you just have to sit down and say I'm going to write today and THATS IT. for some people thats harder unless theyre medicated but for me i do think i could force myself to just sit down and write. but im not writing 10k in one sitting LMAO that would burn me out and then we'd NEVER get the chapters of nameless im working on.
BUT I AM PROUD OF MYSELF. like i failed and i had fun doing it AND i have 41k words of my novel down! so one day thats going to exist and im happy with the state that everything is in right now ^_^ but i think during december as i get my work hours in im going to start time blocking and then in january, ill have to do that in both my journal and in my calendar. im actually really excited about it and i hope that if i make it a habit to set that time up for myself, i'll actually Follow Through and Do It. and then we might get consistent updates like i used to do And wouldn't that be beautiful ...
but yeah!!! im really happy about my novel and will set up time for it in my calendar when im not so super tired of writing it because thats all ive been writing this month 😭
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