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santi-blogging · 2 months
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I heard you've worked a lot of different temp jobs, what was your favorite? Least favorite?
Didn't realize other castaways had blogs. At least, I hope you're a fellow castaway. Not sure how else you'd hear about this...
Anyways: the answer. My least favorite was easily the boxed lunch vendors. Nevermind the company going out of buisness all because a picky eater couldn't be bothered to sort through pre-made meals, my boss there was just downright awful.
As for favorite? Honestly, I enjoyed doing Nijo-styled fortune telling more than I'd care to admit. But I do think I like piloting best of all. Gives me the same vast experiences that planet-hopping for jobs did, just with more stability. I like being able to go out and see the entire universe. It's why I made this blog to celebrate it! Which makes the irony of be being stuck on one planet for a while all the more painful. I'm quite eager to get off this hunk of rock.
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spiritofjustice · 1 year
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i know in practice it only came out in particular plots, but i can’t wait for people in the rpc to find out how fucking unhinged my Claus is. a new group of people to show this fucked up bitch
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ghost-town-story · 1 year
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The throne room was dark when Danielle stepped in. Danielle swallowed down her apprehension and made her way to the center of the room, habit carrying her through the pitch black as the door swung shut behind her. The darkness was always a sign that the king was angry, and Danielle hated being the target of his ire.
She forced her voice to stay steady when she spoke. “I’m here, Your Majesty.”
“It’s about time.” The voice floated out of the darkness, sounding like it was coming from all around Danielle. She knew it was nothing more than an illusion though, and the actual source was in front of her at the end of the room, sitting upon one of the thrones on the dais.
Danielle kept her mouth shut. Any attempt at defending herself would be met with either ridicule or punishment for defiance, so it was better to stay silent and let the lecture run its course, even if every fiber of her being hated it.
“Am I to understand that you let the rebels escape?”
“I didn’t let them.”
An audible scoff.
“Not intentionally.”
“Intent does not matter Danielle. What matters is that they still have that boy.”
“Yeah, well how was I supposed to anticipate that they would split up and abandon their camp?” Danielle shot back, her mouth running away from her before she could bite her tongue. She immediately paid the price for her insolence, a lightning- fast strike leaving stinging pain blossoming across her cheek.
“Do not speak to me like that.” The words were hissed menacingly into her ear.
Danielle gingerly touched her cheek, and her fingers came away sticky with blood. “Yes Your Majesty.”
“Good.” There was a pause, though Danielle thought she could hear the king moving in the darkness. “I want you to go after them. Destroy all that you can, and bring me that boy.”
“I don’t know where they went.” That, at least, was the honest truth. The rebels had scattered in every direction, and Danielle had found herself unable to track her other earring. She suspected Io’s interference in that regard, and while it was a disappointment, she wasn’t exactly surprised. She knew full well Io would never truly trust her while she was under the king’s thumb.
An irritated sigh met her words. “Is that really all it takes for you to give up? If so, then perhaps you have finally outlasted your usefulness to me.”
“No, Your Majesty.”
“Then figure it out.”
Behind Danielle, the door swung open again, letting in a beam of light that stopped just past her feet. Danielle took the silent dismissal and turned to leave.
Just as she reached the doorway, the king spoke again. “Danielle.”
Danielle paused. “Yes?”
“I will not tolerate another failure like this. Do you understand?”
Danielle swore she could feel the weight of the king’s gaze on her. She nodded once, sharply. “I understand.”
“Good.” The phantom pressure across her shoulders vanished.
Danielle slipped out of the throne room, but it wasn’t until she made it to her room and shut the door behind her that she felt like she could breathe again.
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dandylyins · 1 year
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going through my drafts right now and came upon these redraws of sonic ocs and fanart from my childhood deviantart page. i had totally forgotten abt these doodles, but i remember having a lot of fun with it. i'm always surprised by how deeply satisfying these little critters are to draw :)
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qiinamii · 6 months
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we'll do fine.
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teaboot · 9 months
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how could you like the colour yellow
see a therapist immediately
I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.
When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.
I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.
I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.
Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.
The artist's theme was "happiness".
What it is. How we make it. How to share it.
All bright, lovely yellow.
The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.
Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.
Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.
I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.
Do you understand?
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devsgames · 29 days
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Me: "hey game developers, especially AAA ones, are getting laid off en-mass and it's awful for our industry" Gamer: "well I only play INDIE games and the problem with AAA games is they are creatively bankrupt"
Me, slamming my fists on the table like a baby: "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IS ABOUT A BUSINESS PROBLEM PERPETUATED BY CAPITALISM NOT A STATEMENT ON CREATIVE DECISION MAKING"
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batbabydamian · 2 months
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*you opening the love letter* what does your damijon look like, pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, i know it would be so cute, i just know it 🙏🙏🙏
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here you go! thank you for the ask, this was a lot of fun to do! they're working on a case together ^^
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renata-dp · 27 days
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Since I've seen it I couldn't stop thinking about it (please don't kill me x,,d)
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Ironically I think Doofenshmirtz and Perry's dynamic kinda could work with Mike and William
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ashfdhfgdsfk · 11 months
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which movies have you watched the most amount of times? they dont have to be your actual favorite movies, just the ones youve rewatched most. for example: mine are the final destination movies and scream
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white-weasel · 1 year
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Funniest bit of the dnd movie is Xenk clearly being an NPC the DM introduced for lore and plot purposes who’s a competent fighter because of course he is, his reputation and backstory require it. But whoopsies the DM made him too powerful, the whole party likes him, and now they want him to come with to fight the BBEG which will completely and utterly fuck up the encounter balance
So instead of there being any actual plot reason he can’t join Xenk just says “I can’t. This is something only you can do.” And then walks off, never to interact with the party again because the DM just knows those little shits will find a way to use their OP creation against them
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seagiri · 2 months
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gravel
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machinerot · 2 months
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buppkizz · 4 months
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mostly old engiespy doodles, kinda drew most of these for my eyes only but changed me mind today
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sleepysebris · 4 months
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✨🖤🦇🖤✨
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I can now share the october art I contributed to the ML calendar project!
One of my goals this year was to participate in a fandom project (this is my first time! aside from secret art exchanges) so I was thrilled to be a part of this! And it’s been so lovely working with this team, thank you @mlcalendarproject for the opportunity!!
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surskip · 5 months
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little robot guy. movable eyes
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