#so if I post her it'll be after a lot of workshopping

[toasted-buguette]

Back in my Amino days I got big into this open species called Haviks, they were like little demon things I think??? The community died pretty quick but I still love my haviks and look back on that time with a lot of fondness, so I figured I'd touch up their designs.

Old designs under the cut cause I like looking at my old art in juxtaposition with my new art:

[k-nayee]

Phantom Code Alien Romulus | iiii

wc: 2.6k a/n: Just a heads-up! This mini-series was originally a one-shot but ended up longer than expected. So once I post the final chapter (when Andy chases Navarro and Bjorn after the facehugger incident), that will be the end of the Phantom Code series. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

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It was meant to be a simple day out—a break from the bleakness of Jackson's Star.

After a night running through the streets, scavenging and looking for any salvageable parts, the group returned back to Tyler's and Kay's for a sleepover.

The siblings and Navarro were off taking pictures, gleefully trying to capture the fleeting moments of joy in a place where moments like this were rare as Rain and Bjorn watched them contentedly.

It was then the Carradine orphan's mind drifted off.

A part of her wished she pushed you to come with her, hating the thought you being alone in your workshop. But she knew it would be useless.

You rarely left home, so making you spend the night out of it would be impossible.

At least Andy's there with you. Even if it took some convincing on her part.

"Do you think we'll find what we're looking for on Yvaga?" Rain suddenly asks, voice cutting the silence.

Bjorn shrugged, his gaze drifting to where Tyler and Kay were laughing over something Navarro said. "I hope so. Just know it'll better than this shithole."

Rain nodded, noticing a subtle change in his posture as the conversation lulled.

Then, almost hesitantly, he ask "So...have you talked to her lately?"

Rain's eyebrow quirked. "Her?"

Bjorn shuffle uncomfortably, trying to sound casual. "You know...her...____."

She quickly picked up on the way his demeanor changed, how his attention seemed to sharpen at the mere mention of your name. "Why do you ask?"

Bjorn shrugged trying to play it off.

But the way he glanced at Rain betrayed his true feelings. "No reason. Just curious is all. Wondering how she's doing."

"Bjorn..." Rain's voice took on a knowing edge, causing the brunette's eyes to widened slightly.

Before he could say anything Tyler's voice rang out from across the way. "Hey! Come on you two! Group photo!" he calls out, waving them over.

Kay stood beside him, her eyes lingering on Bjorn with a small shy smile when they made eye contact.

Bjorn quickly brushed off Tyler's invitation with a wave. "We're talking. Be there in a bit." Tyler grinned teasingly. "Must be talking about ____, huh?"

Kay's smile faltered at the mention of your name.

She quickly looks away, pretending to focus on the camera to hide her disappointment.

Rain watch as Bjorn's face flushed, his expression tightening as he try to dismiss Tyler's teasing.

"Nah, n-nothing like that," He mutters, pushing them away with a forced smile. "We'll be there in a bit. J-just...just go on ahead."

Tyler chuckled, giving him a knowing look before turning back to Navarro and Kay to take another trio selfie.

The brash scavenger waits until they were out of earshot before letting out a sigh, his face still slightly pink.

Now alone again Rain turned back to him. "So...what's really going on, Bjorn? What's your deal with ____? Been noticing you asking a lot of things about her lately."

Bjorn hesitated, glancing at the others to make sure they weren't listening before he spoke.

"I just...I don't know," he admitted, his voice quiet.

"It's just...after everything that happened, she was there for me ya know? And now, I just...I keep thinking about her. I guess...I wanna know more about her. Like...what does she like? What would make her happy when we get to Yvaga?"

Rain's face softened, but then a memory flashed before her eyes—one that made her heart sink.

════════════*.·:·.☽✧𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲✧☾.·:·.*════════════

It was a quiet evening, the air thick with anxiety and thoughts of the future.

Rain had come to you, torn and uncertain about leaving Andy behind.

The weight of knowing that if she ever had the chance to go to Yvaga III, Andy won't be able to come pressed heavy on her heart.

She had hesitated, unsure how to ask, but you had already sensed her unease.

"Rain," you had said gently. "You don't have to worry about Andy. I'll stay with him."

Rain blinked in surprise. "What? But..." Her heart sank as she realized the depth of your words.

"No... like... you can't mean that," she had said, her voice shaky. She looked at you, trying to understand.

You gave her a small smile, one that didn't quite reach your eyes. "I don't mind."

Opening her mouth to retaliate, you simply shake your head.

A serene smile decorated your face as you hold her hands in yours. "Rain...I'll be okay. I was actually planning to do so anyways."

Rain had felt a lump form in her throat, the weight of your words hitting her deep.

You had made her promise not to tell the others, and though she agreed, the burden of that promise had been crushing her ever since.

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Rain snapped back to the present, her gaze locking onto Bjorn's earnest expression.

He was waiting for an answer, his curiosity and growing affection for you clear in the way he hung on her every word.

She knew she couldn't keep this from him, not when he was clearly struggling with his feelings.

"Bjorn," Rain began, her voice tinged with reluctance, "there's something you need to know about ____."

Bjorn frowned at the change in her tone. "What is it?"

.*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.*

You were deep asleep, the peaceful rhythm of your breath in sync with the gentle hum of the electronics in your room.

Andy was seated in a chair near your bed in sleep mode, eyes closed as he rested.

The day had been long, spent modifying a code that was causing a glitch in Andy's hand but the work had paid off.

The glitch was gone and you'd fallen into a well-deserved rest. But then, the peace was shattered.

BANG BANG BANG

A frantic banging echoed through the quiet of your home, jolting you awake.

You shot up disoriented with a racing heart. The banging continued, urgent and relentless.

Fumbling to turn on the hanging bed-lamp the soft light casted long shadows in the room.

Andy remained in sleep mode, oblivious to the disturbance. So you slipped out of bed.

Feet cold against the floor you way to the front door. Opening it you found standing there.

His face a mix of despair and heartbreak. His eyes were wild, chest heaving as if he'd been running.

"You're not coming with us?!" he demanded in a mixture of accusation and pleading.

Before you could speak Bjorn pushed past you and stormed inside.

Stunned, quickly closed the door and followed him, heart racing as you try to process what was happening.

You found him in the middle of the living area pacing the floor like a caged animal.

His lips moved as he muttered to himself, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Bjorn?" you call out trying to get his attention.

He didn't respond. Still pacing, still muttering.

"Bjorn," you say again more firmly this time.

He finally stopped and turned allowing you to see the tears in his eyes.

He looked on the edge of breaking, his voice cracking as he asked, "Is it true?"

You frowned confused and a little alarmed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yvaga III," his voice rose slightly in desperation. "You're not coming to Yvaga?"

Your heart dropped. Rain must have told him.

Face blank you turn away in attempt to avoid his gaze as you began tidying up a nearby coffee table cluttered with papers. "I don't want to talk about this, Bjorn."

"Yeah well you need to!" Bjorn shot back as he moved around the table to get into your line of sight.

"I-Is...there a p-problem?"

There Andy stood at the doorway, his head tilted innocently to the side in that way he did when trying to assess a situation.

His eyes flickered slightly like his systems were processing multiple inputs at once.

"Andy! You're awake?" you blinked in surprise, momentarily distracted. "Wait—how did you awaken from sleep mode?"

Andy blinked rapidly, his voice glitching. "I was... programmed to... p-protect." The words came out stilted, his speech broken and uneven.

Bjorn's lips curled in disgust, eyes darkening with contempt. "What's that thing doing here?"

Before you could respond Andy's head jerked again.

Limbs twitching as if he were struggling to hold his position steady, his gaze sharply shift between you and Bjorn. "Is m-my... presence... an issue?"

"Hey!" You step forward before anything else could be said with raised hands.

Turning to Bjorn with a raised brow, you gesture around. "First off: I can do whatever the hell I want in my own home. And second: Rain asked me to update him."

Bjorn's jaw tightened, his eyes shutting tight as he took a deep breath.

He looked as if he was trying to calm himself but his trembling fists gave it away.

"Can you at least get rid of it for a while? I need to speak to you," he said in his voice tight.

His gaze flicked over to Andy, a flash of contempt darkening his eyes. "Without the synthetic around."

Your mouth dropped open in shock taken aback by his words. "Bjorn! What the hell? How could you even say that? You know Andy!"

"Yeah and our parents knew the fucking 'droid that sealed them to their deaths!" Bjorn roared, his face flushing red with anger.

He paused, his expression softening slightly upon seeing the hurt on your face.

"I—look, just...why? Why aren't you coming to Yvaga III with us? With me?" His voice cracked slightly as he spoke the last word.

You never knew he felt this deeply for you.

"Bjorn...you need to understand something." You closed your eyes for a moment, willing yourself to be steady. "The feelings you have...they're not what you think they are."

"What?" Bjorn frowned, the confusion evident as he desperately searched your face to make sense of what you're saying. "What do you mean?"

You hesitated, struggling to find the right words.

"What we've been through—losing our parents, the grief—it messes with us. Changes how we feel, how we see things." You paused hoping he would understand. "What you may think is love, might not be it at all."

Bjorn's eyes widened as his expression twisted with disbelief. "So you're saying I don't really care about you? That what I feel isn't real?"

"No no that's not what I'm saying," you quickly corrected, softening your voice. "I know you care. But...what you're feeling is complicated. It's all mixed up in the trauma, in the pain. You think you love me but it's not love. It's us bonding in our grief together."

Bjorn's anger flared, sharper now, more defensive. "You're just making up excuses just to push me away. That's what this is isn't it?"

"No Bjorn that's not i—" you began, but he cuts you off.

"Then why don't you want to be with me?" He takes a step closer with a trembling voice, "We've both been through the same pain, we understand each other. Isn't that enough? I thought...I thought maybe you would feel the same way. That maybe, after everything, we could..."

He trailed off getting choked by the emotions he was struggling to contain.

His hand lifted slightly as if he were reaching for you, but then it fell limply to his side.

"W-why won't you just tell me what's going on?! Why won't you—" His voice broke off suddenly when his eyes catch something in his peripheral.

A moment of silence passed as he stood there, his head ticking slightly to the side.

His eyes narrowed and then a look of realization wash over his face.

He lets out a dry chuckle, more of a mutter to himself than anything else. "No fucking way..."

The chuckle morphs into a full-on, humorless laugh—one filled with bitterness and disbelief.

"How...how fucking stupid am I?" he spat, shaking his head as the laugh grew darker. "How blind have I been?"

Confusion fills your face. "Bjorn what—"

"It's him, isn't it?" Bjorn cut you off, his eyes blazing with a newfound intensity. "It's the fucking android isn't it? That's why you don't want to come with us! That's why you don't want to come with me! You're doing this because of that fucking machine!"

"What?!" You gasp, staring at him completely taken aback. "No Bjorn that's not it at all—"

"Don't lie to me!" he shouted in hurt and anger. "You care more about that damn synthetic than you do about me!"

You felt your own frustration bubbling up, mixing with the sorrow that had been weighing on you for weeks. "Bjorn, please, listen—"

"No!" Bjorn voice cracked with fury and heartbreak. "My whole life has been shit. I'm stuck on this deathtrap of a plant, I've lost my mom at the hands of these...these garbage synthetics. And now you're telling me that I've lost you too? To the same fucking machines that killed her??"

The words were like daggers, stabbing into your heart.

You opened your mouth, desperate to tell him the truth of why you made the decision to stay behind.

That it wasn't about Andy—it was about your grief, your struggles with depression and fear you'd never find happiness again.

That you didn't want to drag him down with you

But the words wouldn't come, they were stuck in your throat.

All you could do was stand there as Bjorn's anger and sorrow poured out.

"Fine," he spat, his eyes flashing with resolve. "Stay here. Stay with him. I don't fucking care anymore."

"Bjorn, please..." your voice trembled as you instinctively reach out for him. "I'm not trying to push you away. I just...I can't be what you need...what you want. I've accepted that I might not make it, a-and I don't want to hurt you."

But Bjorn's mind was already made up.

His expression hardened as he pulled away from you, the bitterness in his voice turning cold. "You're just making excuses. You'd rather waste your life here, alone, with that...thing, than be with an actual person who actually cares about you."

"Bjorn, it's not like that—"

"I'm done!" he shouts cutting you off for the last time. "I don't want to hear it anymore."

With that he stormed out of your home, slamming the door behind him so hard it rattled in its frame.

The sound echoed in your mind along with the accusations—playing in an endless loop leaving you feeling hollow and confused.

Andy, unaware of the emotional storm that had passed, dark calm eyes flickered briefly before locking onto you.

His head jerked ever so slightly to one side, voice hesitant and glitching. "Are... you a-alright?"

You forced a smile. "Yeah... I'm fine."

You weren't.

In the days that followed, Bjorn's attitude toward you changed.

The warmth and affection he had once shown was gone, replaced by coldness and distance.

He stopped being kind, stopped trying to reach out. When he did speak to you it was with sarcasm or bitter indifference with sharp cutting words.

He even started spending more time with Kay. And soon, the cousins became inseparable—even more so than before.

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Tag-list for this series!:

@tikitsune

[angelesca]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠! 17/12/24

!hints for my hsr winter fic, come take a peek at my genshin drafts!

my winter celebration is in the works! ngl i have no faith that i will finifhs by cheriistmas btw why is my house in the sims burning down rn smh im busy here

here's a preview of my work! (stc) ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

a melodic bell chimes as the door of serval’s workshop bursts open. “emergency! emergency!”  you look up from the counter, pausing your tidying of the toolbox. a blonde child is waving her arms at you enthusiastically. “what’s up, hook?”  “christmas! christmas!” perched on a stool, serval stops strumming her guitar, curious. “christmas? what’s wrong with christmas?” hook points an accusing finger at you. “it’s almost christmas but you’re~ still~ single~!” your mouth gapes open.

hook as your matchmaker ftw. basically it's going on wintry dates w/ belobog guys, so expect more shennanigans! all stc tho! given the timeframe i have, i think it'll be a shorter piece probably.

after this, i have ideas on what i wanna try next. these are for genshin since my childe fic is lonely huhu (个_个)

1. fantasy rpg au! :a guild of wonderful, and wacky, whimisical warriors (stc)

characters will have different rpg roles! e.g. warrior, mage, bard etc. and the reader recruits random characters. imagine healer qiqi who keeps forgetting who her allies are so she heals her enemies, or mage neuvillette and his apprentice furina and its giving mob psycho where furina is reigan and neuvillette is mob

2. private investigators au! :teyvat sleuth operatives (stc)

this is a rotting draft so i thought why not pick it up again. i have some stuff for alhaitham and wriothesley so here's some of what i wrote cuz tis' the season for joy☆⌒(ゝ。∂):

alhaitham - i was thinking estranged childhood friends. so. angst and arguing maybe. idk why alhaitham fits the childhood friend trope so good.

you turn towards the window overlooking the dark cityscape. endless cars swim along the slippery roads, dreaming of a warmer destination. shoals of blinking lights ferry up the current of the black night sea. the mechanical clicking of keyboards clogs your ears. the office is fairly empty, except for you and one other occupant. worse, it's the one person you never want to be alone with.  and, as luck would have it, it just so happens that that very same person is here.

wriothesley - why is wriothesley british coded anyways im thinking friendly coworker with lots of action pewpewpewp! spoilers: he rides a motorbike bc i say so

wriothesley crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow. “it's a guy i’ve been tailing recently. turns out, he frequents this area.” “i see. what does he look like?” “if i recall: male, estimated to be in his 30’s, balding, green eyes, last seen in a grey hoodie, about 168cm.” you gaze at the desolate street behind wriothesley, concentrating. male, balding, green eyes, grey hoodie… about 168cm, and...? “uuh, wasnt that just him?” you point at the man slugging behind wriothesley, lazily jogging by the two of you. the bald crater makes his head look like a nest. wriothesley follows your gesture of direction and his mouth droops open. his eyes chase the suspect, leaning over, but forgets to move his body. wriothesley almost falls off his stool. no way.

the other characters i have are: childe as your rival(he works at a rival agency), and ayato(?) as your boss. totally not an excuse to imagine uniforms, harnesses, and rolled up sleeves hahacbhwfcuqwdjuia this is all stc ofc! maybe i'll sketch some art too reeehhehehe

3. or. i could just write more smut lol (will only be posted on my ao3) here are some short prompts from my ideas list:

☆ they are dying but they want you so bad (im insane) ☆ fairytale retellings where characters, or reader, are the villain. so like red riding hood and a big bad wolf (what am i yapping about) ☆ characters being your "star-crossed" lover so lots of angst (good for the soul and mind)

also if anyone want to suggests further ideas, or even requests, feel free! my inbox is open 24/7!!! (ILL BE WAITING(ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ))

hopefully these updates are a good way to communicate with everyone. i feel bad for disappearing bc a) im busy b) i have no motivation to write c) i simply forgot i also write fanfic lol

anw im gonna play infinity nikki now bc my sims died

(i can hear mariah carey's high note) (see you in another 100 years!)

𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞¬!

[icarusredwings]

It's up! Should be the post below this one <3

Thank you to anyone who reads.

It'll be up on Ao3 shortly.

Special thanks to @roxannepolice for conveniencing me about Cheetah virus, @strobbiery for encouraging me to finish it and @kidshows-are-life for the encouragment and letting me workshop ideas with you

<3 I love you guys.

What is clicker training?

Hi, im Forest, and i've worked rescue for a decade. (I also just so happened to write this fic!) If you aren't educated on what clicker training is and want to learn more:

No, it is not a kink (well- could be if you wanted to incorporate it into pet play), no its not abusive, infact a ton of people who are R+ use clicker training, and no, it doesn't involve punishment.

Clicker training is a more modern version of Pavlov training. Usually you would Click a clicker when the dog does something you want it too, followed by a treat.

Same thing as “Yes!” Training without the click and replace with a verbal “Yes!”. Pavlov training is when the animal hears a certain sound. It responds by doing/ expecting a specific action.

In Pavlov's experiment, he rang bells before/during mealtime and found that dogs got hungry when they heard those bells even when there was no food around.

The Office shows this.

This is what we will be doing to the Master.

Do your dogs run to the door when they hear your jiggle of keys or come to tell you its dinner time when they hear the clock strike 4 times? Congrats. Your dogs are instinctively pavlov trained!

I can not believe I have to say this, but NO. I do NOT support ABA methods.

Not towards the meme poster, You know who you are Lol.

Why the HELL are people comparing this to ABA? A thing directly applied to autistic children in hopes you can shut them down enough to mask for life and live as a neurotypical? To force them to stop stimming or to "talk normally"??

I will specify. As you can see there is NO punishment. None. Now I will admit that in the fic Amy sprays him with a water gun but its filled with catmint tea. (In her defense he keeps trying to kill Rory) This is more for the comedy aspect seeing as in the fic he still has cheetah virus and its super funny to think about.

This is nowhere near the same thing.

1. It's clearly an overexagerated and spoken in a joking manner. Do you think im trying to change him into smoothbob? Take away his personality? Honey, even if you wanted to, you couldn't force this man to "be normal." The guy shoots lightning from his hands. You think electroshock therapy is going to do a dent? Not to mention clicker training has no negatives. Only positives. If you're using a clicker to signal a punishment, you're doing it wrong.

2. This man is a mass murderer. In the billions. How is not wanting him to commit more murders a bad thing? "Oh no. You want him to murder less, Im going to compare that to a LITERAL child abuse method backed by Autism Speaks" (!!??) A group KNOWN to electrocute children who dont behave to the standard?

3. Since when is giving a dude snacks and praise for NOT trying to commit crimes, as well as setting a routine for a clearly homicidal person considered abusive? Do you know what else is abusive? Locking your best friend in a cage and forcing him to eat from a dog bowl for an entire year.

4. And yes, humans use dog training on children all the time and vise versa? We actually made dog training FROM raising children because dogs have the same emotional intellgence as a 2 year old when fully grown, some breeds have gotten up to 4/5 years old on that scale.

A lot of the same concepts. For example:

-Don't praise them after they've done something naughty or else they will think the naughty behavior is okay.

Im not gonna hug a child after it punches me in the face or praise a dog for biting me.

-Create positive association with specific things like hair clippers for co-operative hygiene care.

Kids are taught from a young age to allow their parents to stay still so they can wipe their bums and dogs are taught from a young age to stay still so we can clip their nails.

-Don't scold them for accidents and instead show them the correct way.

Despite popular belief hitting or screaming at a child for an accident will only make them scared to tell you, and hitting a dog for an accident in the house only confuses them.

5. How do you think bells in school work? You know the ones that ring to let everyone know its time to switch classes? Kind of the same thing for when farmers blow their whistles to tell their herding dogs different commands.

Or high pitched dings when you get an awnser correct in a game? Kinda similar to how we say "Yes!" And "good boy!" To dogs or even "good job" to kids?

Hate to tell you sunshine but young umans are NOT far off from having the educational standpoint of animals because we are in fact animals.

Do NOT be coming onto my page accusing me of things you obviously know little about. This topic got me so heated because clearly some of yall are very chronically online and seem to think feeding the Master snacks is abuse now.

I have kids of my own, and I'll be damned if im accused of abusing my children simply because there are similarities between training dogs and teaching kids.

And I shouldn't have to say this, but honestly, how can anyone look at this page and think "hm that person is definitely not autistic. I should accuse them of using harmful methods against autistic children." (which I have and are thriving)

But the fact that you're here makes you a fan! Bye fans, Love you <3 Thanks for the reblogs and engagement!

“why’s he always covered in blood” he needs enrichment. What’s not clicking

[azuresparkz]

☆guess who's back!☆

IDK if I still have any mutuals on here after how long I've been away, but I'm back and excited to start posting again! I have a lot of fun written, musical and artistic content that I'm excited to share on here again. I've missed the text-based blog format and I'm ready to return! Without further ado, here are some of the projects I'll be working on this year.

My original musical "On Replay" is getting professional workshops done with the full length draft of the script and song demos THIS MAY! I have 3 weeks to finish my script and another 2 on top of that for my demos to be ready for audition weekend in march. I'm incredibly excited as this is my biggest and most long term passion project from when I did my first short-form workshops in August last year. I cannot wait to see where this goes.

I'm playing Dogberry in TAPAC's season of Much Ado About Nothing! The performance will be the weekend before I've set auditions for On Replay to be which will be tight but means I've finished the show before sorting auditions for another.

I'm going to start being active on my Youtube Channel "MeKaiElla" again! I'm going to be posting regular covers as of this weekend every 2 weeks, hopefully working on some more general youtube content as well if I can get a good video camera

I'll be posting regular content reviews of shows, movies, music and other art that I get to enjoy on here, hopefully at least weekly or two times a week

I'll be tabling at a LOT of conventions and markets this year, as many as I can get my hands on reserving to up my con-game and selling game this year. I haven't secured a table for Overload as of yet but I will be putting aside cash for when I get the email that a table is ready for me and whoever I plan to split it with!

Speaking of my art, I'm going to be investing a lot more time in making art more regularly, I've missed it and have been finding my joy in it again recently without pressure, but I want to improve my skills and build my graphic design and illustration brand if I can so I'll be posting more regularly, making and hopefully reaching feasible growth goals and hopefully be able to cultivate a supportive and large enough audience that I can open my very own Patreon.

My partner and best friend are working on a podcast! It'll either be called the "Three Braincell Podcast" or "The Chodecast" depending on what we decide, once my friend moves into her new place we're gonna get started on planning our format and getting some test streams and episodes out there.

I plan to work on more cosplay content as I am now an exec member of my university's cosplay association, I will be bringing monthly content both on here and at @azuresparkz.cos on instagram. I MAY be returning to tiktok creation at some point, but I'm still on the fence. It's been 3 years since I made Beetlejuice content on there and I havent redownloaded tiktok since may of last year, so we'll just have to see what happens.

I'm actively studying theatre and acting at university, so i want to put some of my time into writing skits and working more on my scripts and putting them to the performance test on both larger and smaller scales such as on youtube, reels and tiktok. I also

I've been applying for a TONNE of jobs, currently employed as a freelance graphic designer currently hired on a monthly basis by a Training Company and also working at a vineyard close to my parent's house. I've got 3 more jobs in the works, a cafe near my flat that's wanting me for casual work, a Theatre in the city looking for FOH and the University Magazine! I'm looking at the Cafe's contract today and am waiting on interview dates for both the magazine and the theatre this week, but all opportunities are very exciting! Hopefully I'll be able to organise myself and these jobs so I can prevent myself from overstretching with my studies, work and projects and not burn out like last year

My band "Kaloula" is going to be doing tonnes of gigs this year so I'll be posting bits and pieces about our gigs, recordings we do, and such and the like so if you're in the Auckland NZ area you should come check us out at the Portland Public House every other week @ 10pm! (once we get our dates for this year teehee)

I plan to also develop and produce a solo EP this year, ready for full release by the end of this year, with solos dropping throughout the year. I'll be talking more about this after my focus on my musical and it's concept album are complete.

So! A lot of plans, a lot to work on and a lot of opportunities and projects to be excited about. I can't wait to share all of this on here and connect more with an audience for all my exciting projects!

Much love, Em☆

[pbandjesse]

I am ready to go to sleep. Today was a good day. But it was way too hot. And that made everything pretty hard.

Just slept okay last nightbot I woke up feeling okay. I got up and and sweet pea. Got dressed and felt okay. I had a nice morning.

I stuck to my schedule of working on a lesson plan. I'm almost done the one. I think I'm going to have to stick to you like a half hour a day because that seems to be all I can focus on. But it was something.

She spent the rest of the morning just kind of chilling. Watching videos. Playing with sweet pea. I was very annoyed about my wagon. Because I waited for it to be delivered last night and then I got a message that they lost it in the mail. So I got a refund and I'm going to wait till Wednesday when the refund goes through before I rebuy it. And it looks like it's $10 cheaper now anyway. Still very annoying.

I left here around 11 and like two streets. I got watermelon and iced tea and a cookie. And I sat outside and enjoyed my snack. I brought a mozzarella cheese from home as well and I just enjoyed the nice weather.

It did get way too hot today though. It got up to about 90 and it was very very sunny. By the end of the day there was sunshowers and that was nice. But right now I'm just kind of laying in front of my fan. Tomorrow supposed to be cooler. That'll to be nice

I got to work around 12:30. And did a bunch of cleaning and organizing. Got all the kids artwork sorted so that I could ask them what they wanted to hang in the shower and told them that everything else is getting thrown out. And we stuck to that. I also organized the coloring book so when Chelsi got there I asked her if she could get all the copies made of that. She's such a good teammate.

While I was back in our storage area I was checking on eBay because I wanted to post some stuff to my Instagram and ended up finding the last color variant of the clock Furby that I don't have. And I made an offer in the person accepted after some back and forth. And so I'm really excited that I won the last wish Furby I have wanted. So that was really cool. I'm still always going to be on the lookout but this is still very exciting.

And today was a lot of fun. The kids were good. At recess we finally got to use the basketball court again we skateboarded and worked on things. And that was nice. I got to sit and talk to Tiffany for a bit. I did fall on the skateboard and ripped my shoe which was annoying. But I hot glued it when we got back inside so it was fine.

We have to push bookbinding till tomorrow because of some printing issues. It just took longer than we thought it would. So I jumped in with the project that we were going to do tomorrow which was beading. Teaching the kids how to attach beads on fabric. When I was in grad school I took that workshop with a Native American girl who taught us how to bead traditionally and so I just adapt that.

We talked about Joyce Scott and Native American beading. The kids told me some stuff that they knew about beating. And then I have them all go sit down and wait to be called up to get their Fabric and their thread and their needle. I told each child that they only got one square of fabric and one needle and if they lost it they would be sitting for the rest of the week. I was very serious about that because our needles are kind of terrible. But we don't have a lot of time. They're all kind of chewed up on the inside of the eye so it's hard to string the embroidery floss through it. I was able to make most of it work but some of the beads which is too small and they wouldn't go over the needles. We figured it out.

They really took to it once we got the needles threaded though. At first I was saying I wasn't going to help them. I just didn't have the wherewithal to try to help every single student. But after 10 minutes of them trying I did go around and help them out. Some of them got it better than others. I switched out needles for better ones and figured out a good system. But I am going to bring in different thread because the embroidery floss is just too much to deal with. It just doesn't want to work with these needles. Hopefully they have better luck tomorrow.

They did work very hard though and they all got a little bit strong. Tomorrow I think because we're going to do a little bit of bookbinding and then we met scrap one of our projects that they can keep sewing next week depending on how well it goes on Wednesday and Thursday. We'll see. I'm not that concerned.

There was one issue because Damon stole Ahmad's needle. And then he threw it across the room. So I took Damon's needle and gave it to Ahmad. And told Damon that he can go find the needle that he threw. He then proceeded to have a hissy fit and I told Chelsi that he's not going on the field trip. It was already a close call because he's barely ever with us anymore. But after that it's just not going to happen.

We cleaned up at the end of the day and with the last 5 I had we play the vocab game. Finished up and went home.

I was able to catch the early bus and looked out because the next one wasn't coming for 40 minutes. I'm at James at Straits and we got drinks and snacks. A lemon and an avocado. And then we biked to his house

Jimenez quesadillas for dinner. And it worked on our puzzle. I'm just not good at it. I get too overwhelmed. But it's fun watching him do it. We cleaned up his apartment a little talked about what furniture is coming to his house and what's going to storage. And then I headed home.

I got back here and fed my cat. Took a shower. Talk to a kid on Instagram about Furbys for an hour. I thought they were just weird but it turns out they're just 13. Kept telling me that he was like an adult. I just kept telling him that you were 13. But he was nice and just wanted to talk about robot toys and that was cool. Seems like a nice kid

I'm going to go brush my teeth now and get ready for bed. Tomorrow is a long day. Have to be at the museum at 8:30 because I have an in the neighborhood and city builders. Another small group so we'll see how it goes. I think it'll be okay but still. Wish me luck. At least it will be cooler.

Sleep well everyone. Good night