#srsbizniz

[justleaf]

Anyone: Leaf, why haven't you posted any fics?

Me: I'm working on important things.

The important thing:

Because I lack self control, I bought myself a drawing tablet and this is what I've been doing for the past hour. It's a srsbizniz remake of this thing I doodled with my finger on my phone that I haven't been able to stop thinking about.

[panickedpansexualprincess]

@gyhldeptis and I have the most quality conversations! especially when I am srsbizniz plotting srs smut fic.

[mromnoms]

Business meeting. #srsbizniz #suchagrownup (at The Stage Door)

[leeuhf]

Get up 8am go to the gym. Get home go to the gym #ThatsHowIRoll #IforgotABit #SRSBIZNIZ (at The Dirt Box)

[elliedijulio]

I r biznz cat. I do biznz. #lolcats #catswearingclothes #srsbizniz

[iwillnotactuallykillanyonet-blog]

We are models you guys!! #sohawt #selfies #srsbizniz #tallbitches #behindthescenes #models #photoshoot

[yetanotherrabidfangirl]

What I Learned From School Today

Sometimes the girl that's always friendly, confident, and smiling/laughing, is the girl who feels the loneliest despite having all these people around her.

Sometimes, she just needs someone to return the favor and listen to her problems.

Sometimes, she just needs a shoulder to cry on.

Or in my case, someone to cry with who will ultimately become the one who's crying on her shoulder.

I'm a crybaby that way hahahhhhh

[mr-middleman-blog]

==>

It has been almost a week since you last spoke to Willem: timidThespian and your 'clientrainwreck' as you've so lovingly dubbed him in your timesheets. You've dallied here and there, playing games with your green-blooded friend and gathering intelligence in the most enjoyably annoying way possible from your teal bartender, but you've also been clocking your hours before getting into your recouperacoon each morning by searching the vast, unplumbed depths of information to be found through your prized, hacked version of Trollian. You have to raise the usual private compliment to your dear old friend for that one. In any case, tonight it seems as though the equation has finally come together. Through reading up on overOblivion's chatlogs, it was pretty easy to locate a conversation he had with dreadableScientist just before going AFK. Yeah yeah, you got it pretty early on that he was after some indigoblood for 'maiming' his friend, but what you needed was ALL of the information involved in this situation. So, you dug deeper, flipping through extensive chatlogs with DS. When you tried to look up information logged by his account it had been strangely unavailable, since the guy seemed pretty keen on covering his own tracks, but you could piece together enough details to satisfy yourself. OO's moirail, a seadweller, name redacted in almost every place. And then you saw the conversation with velocitiesTrumpet, and that was when a picture started to slowly form. VT and OO, close friends of some sort of red-pink persuasion, VT attacked and maimed by an indigoblood - imperialZealot, accuser-in-training, still harassing VT over the network. THAT conversation involved a pretty obvious boast about how the 'fight' with OO had ended, and what had become of him afterwards. References to military interference - that unanswered message to OO's account from fineWeaver [lilac blood, lieutenant in the Imperial fleet] who was just recently shipped off-planet to a skirmish on 'Bartimaeus' largely by his own request. And here was some very ominous conversation that you could only read half of, because whoever FW spoke to was someone with a LOT of security protocols in-place that you could never manage to fathom with just a hacked program at your fingertips. There are just enough fractions left over for you to add it all up, though. FW's conversations with torrentialParashu [indigoblood, sergeant in the Imperial fleet] are interesting, but not altogether informative except to confirm that OO is alive, without eyeballs, and 'boring.' But, even with all of THAT information, you hadn't gotten any new leads until just a few days ago, when you noticed that DS got a message from sfortunaCacciatore and left too hastily to alter the chatlog records. SC [brown blood, matesprit of VT] told him to come over to VT's hive and administer some medical assistance. And she was kind enough to leave coordinates, how lovely!! So, when you add up all of the parts of the equation, it's really very simple! OO is alive, at VT's hive currently, and unable to communicate thanks to being blind as any troll who actually believes that bat lusii cannot see! You're ceaselessly in awe of the things that your program can show you, and really now- you know full well that your poor orangeblood was given a grossly uneven number in this transaction. This thing is just PRICELESS! Now then, time to contact VT, maybe pay her a little visit, and finalize your report for your little clientrainwreck! You rub at a dull ache in your neck... and then flex your fingers, ready to work. You like the idea of a fieldtrip. Maybe you can drag Sevink along and have some fun?

[arrowtoyourknee-blog]

Krauka and the not-quite-dead Ezara

[o-bliterate-blog]

Wherein a moirail comes to the rescue.

[pokeballer]

[o-bliterate-blog]

Oberos: TL;DR status update

[o-bliterate-blog]

==> EXACT VENGEANCE part 2 [to be continued]

[o-bliterate-blog]

==> EXACT VENGEANCE [to be continued????]

[o-bliterate-blog]

BACKLOG - When Nyxzel snapped off Obie's horn

Why wasn't he dead yet? He was surprised that he was still standing, wounded but alive, after having done so much damage to Nyxzel's feelings. He didn't understand that. And then Nyxzel told him to go, in a tone that was little more than a whisper, and Oberos pursed his lips tightly against his teeth... And turned around, expecting a cleaver blow to the head or something else that he was sure Nyxzel thought he deserved for this- and he made his way quietly out of the room. Because saying 'as you wish' at a time like this seemed like it would only hurt worse. [12:27:38 AM] GaMzEe: The thing is, Nyxzel didn't actually expect him to go so soon. He wanted him to hesitate a little, maybe protest or make a snarky remark or say /anything/... instead of just walking away. His breath caught in his throat as he listened to him leave, his body tensing up again as he forced himself to not call to him. He waited until he couldn't hear his footsteps anymore before he exhaled in a shaky whimper.  It felt like his own blood had cooled and another tremor passed through him as he looked over his shoulder and regarded the empty room. "Fuck," he muttered to himself, and his voice sounded too loud. Had it always been so cold and dark in his hive? He couldn't remember. How long had it been since he had another warm body to accompany him? Nyxzel looked down at the horn he still held and he swore it was still warm with Oberos' heartbeat. At least he still had this, right? This small... insignificant piece of him was his and always would be. His jaw clenched as he finally released the horn from his grip and let it clatter onto the desk, the sound being thrown across the room and reminding him further of his lonliness. It wasn't enough. It wasn't the SAME. He growled again, knotting his fingers in his hair as he swiped his bloody hand across his specibi and grabbed at his cleaver. He just stared at it, breathing hard. His hands were shaking again. That empty feeling in his chest ached with every pump of his blood and fuck, it seemed to get stronger as the seconds past. In a few minutes it was like he could barely get enough air, panting in anger as his gills flapped around him. Why the fuck did he just let him leave?! It didn't make any sense, /nobody/ left him like this but /he/ was able to just waltz right out of his life as if it meant fucking NOTHING. Fuck. His insides were twisting, caving around his sobs. /Fuck./ “FUCK,” he screamed as he hurtled his cleaver across the room and watched it slam against the wall. He grabbed at his hair as he let out another curse rip from his throat, collapsing back into his pile. He buried his face in a pillow and voiced his anguish, screaming until his insides were raw, until the whole world echoed with his pain.