#there is hair and dust EVERYWHERE

[maggot-baggage]

The cleaning never ends (<- cleaning things no one asked them to but needed cleaning regardless)

[kankuroplease]

Day 12: Baking/Cooking HashiMito

I just know he’s a disaster in any kitchen

[epiphainie]

i think the is buck blond discourse is so amusing bc if you called that man a brunet in my country they'd look at you like you were color blind

[crowley1990]

The dust in this house because of the cat litter 😭😭 it’s so bad and we’re both lazy about vacuuming so. It’s really bad.

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

finally working on cleaning my room and it’s allergy hell i have released all the dust demons upon me

[kutie106]

We had to do full band retreat for awards at my comp yesterday (so we had to stay in full uniform) and I didn’t realize that until I’d shaken all of the visible glitter out of my hair and wiped half of it off of my face whoopsie guys

[lungfuls]

in my old neighborhood, there were. hang on. i'm pulling up maps rn to count. 17 of those hair salons in a 4-block radius

[rainymintytea]

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 22/52: Dite stronk. Sometimes she uses Xander and Jacqueline as dumbbells.

XANDER, LEGATE TO SANDMAN, HAS ENTERED THE CHAT!!

Have some Xander facts:

Originally, in terms of design, he had an Aladdin look going on (poofy dream dust pants and matching dream dust vest, tits out and everything bc he was NOT wearing a shirt) and wavy hair but I wasn't happy with the hair and felt like the shirtless vest thing was a lil insensitive??? I cannot explain aside from that

Anyway, last last weekend I learnt that my mom is a HUGE Jurassic Park fan and she was watching one of the animated series for it called "chaos theory"

And the main character's hair. I saw it and went THAT'S XANDER'S HAIR!

Deffs has the shaved sides and DEFFS puts lil star designs and such in it every so often!!

Unlike Sandy, Xander does NOT sleep unless he ingests something meant to keep you awake

Then he is GONE

He dislikes shoes and is usually barefoot, espesh since he works with sand and NOBODY likes sand in their shoes

When he does wear shoes they are usually slides! Is partial to a good pair of berks

Jacqueline not liking socks 🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 Xander not liking shoes

OUTFIT WISE he likes to be COZY and nothing is cozier to him than parachute pants (complete with dream dust!) and whooshy pirate shirts

He is a pacifist! Tries to avoid violence

He and Dite and Jacqueline tend to be paired up a lot on Legate missions/Legendary Errands and he always tries peace first and if that doesn't work he sighs, steps back, and lets Jacqueline and Dite go for it

Does try to put as many people as POSSIBLE to sleep before Dite and Jacqueline can attack

This doesn't always work

Big book nerd with photographic memory, he is a WALKING encyclopedia

Takes a lot after his Renny as opposed to his Dad (Sandman)

He and Myles experiment with magic and tech a lot. Lots of explosions (Myles is clumsy and magic and tech mixing can be explosive at times)

As you can SEE. I got METALLIC MARKERS this past week! That's why this scrimble took a hot minute, I had to go colour hunting for Xander's fit. BUT! I FOUND SOME GOLD-ISH MARKERS! AND SOME METALLIC BLUES! So I had a lil fun experimenting on Jacqueline's dress and Dite's fibulae 🤭🤭🤭 And if the camera photo is anything to go by, it would appear that I got some sparkly metallic marker on various parts of Dite that weren't MEANT to be metallic. Ah well, c'est la vie!

I'm very happy with this scrimble. I'm just happy Xander looks good AND has had an art debut! Whee! He's so fun :)

[uneorange]

Things I’m missing about you today:

- when you would sing while cleaning the house

- the sound your bracelets made on the kitchen table when you would help me with my homework

- the way you would pet your goldfish on the head with one finger when he swam to the top of the tank to greet you

- your lipstick smudged on my cheek when you gave me a kiss to annoy me (I was never, ever annoyed)

- sitting between your legs while you braided my hair

- watching you paint your nails

- the way you knew which ultraman episodes would have the theme song in English and which would be in Japanese

- sitting next to you on the couch and watching inuyasha in the dark

- the fact that you let me be the weirdest version of myself that I could be and the only thing you ever said about it was “which character is your boyfriend in this show?”

- the smell of your perfume

- your very sparse grey hairs

- when you’d make up some arbitrary monetary value for every basic task (using your bathroom cost $5 dollars. I say this to my students, too. It makes them laugh like it made me laugh)

- when you would become a vampire and bite me on the cheek, not enough to hurt. Just enough to make me laugh and tell you to go away

- your collection of little trinkets. So many little glass trinkets

- so so so many episodes of gunsmoke and bonanza

- when you’d tell me no, I couldn’t keep a blue crab for a pet. Put it in the pot.

- the way you always tucked my blankets in way too tight

- unlacing your shoes for you because you swore you just couldn’t reach

- dancing in the living room with you

- you, before you weren’t you anymore

[oneluckygoose]

A rare species to be found occasionally within both habitats are the potters, which range from aspiring 20 year olds who have migrated from their previous college habitat, to elders, who have been in their subspecies for an incredible amount of time.

The freshly specialized potters will often first venture into the craft store, clueless as to what they need, and will end up buying many things, then returning often because they deem their tools insufficient. They will spend too much time and too much money before realizing they needed to be at a home depot, buying power tools. Then they migrate and are still terrified of the environment. They cause a disturbance by simply trying to find what is where things are, as they are uncomfortable in their new surroundings.

Then you have the elders, highly respected and knowledgeable. They typically come alone, and are very rarely seen in either store. They too went through their early years and have an abundance of unnecessary resources, but thankfully have now become experts with each habitat. They come only when necessary and only buy something they have typically been buying at the same store for 30 years. They have become well adapted to both environments and require very little assistance; however they may still be in the specific habitat for hours, either diligently choosing their prey, or talking to a youngling about their craft. They may mumble here or there about prices or rearranging, but they never pose a real issue to anyone in the store.

Most in the species are friendly, though many try and limit their interaction unless it is to another potter. They tend to get along with the lumberjacks, but they are extremely interested in the lesbians who are dabbling in the craft. You will also often see one trying to turn a Dad at Home Depot into a potter, and it will, at a chance, work.

Unfortunately, there is a very limited percentage of the potter population that are snobbish and very typical of a Karen, and because of their specialization they require to be in mostly Karen Free environments. They are to be dealt with by trying to quickly remove them, or another great way it to find another potter to minimize their danger. They are an invasive subspecies, and it is very common for them to be ostracized within their own species. Never, however, take Karen looking potter at face value, as Karen presenting potters are often very kind.

*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free

[nezuscribe]

gojo never imagined an arrange marriage with you, but now you’re all he can think about.

he thinks about you when he’s training, when he’s seated at his round table, when he’s in his bed, everywhere, every time, you’re all he can think about.

and you’re oblivious to it.

you heard the gossip everywhere you walked, about the girl gojo was pleading with his family to marry. how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much more elegant she was compared to you. you knew you were never his first choice, not even his fifth, but it hurt even more when everybody acknowledged it.

you stopped wearing your wedding ring, started acting like you were just another person there. luckily gojo didn’t seem to be in any hurry about making heirs, so pretending like you two were working things out didn’t even matter anymore.

you find yourself alone most of the time. your maids were kind and patient, but they had so many things to do throughout the day that you felt awful pestering them to walk around the estate with you.

eating dinners with gojo became normal, but most of your other meals were in silence, always feeling like a speck of dust in the large dining hall.

one day when you’re walking around aimlessly you stumble across the training grounds, the open space below you filled with men swinging wooden swords back and forth at each other.

it wasn’t difficult to find your husband, his white hair hard to miss in a crowd of others. he didn’t notice you watching from above, and so you stayed hidden, not knowing if the men were picky with who watched them.

he was swift and agile. everything he did was precise and with meaning. no wonder he was named the best warrior of the north.

you found this to be more entertaining than walking around the gardens for the tenth time or watching the cooks assemble the next meal, so you didn’t even notice how gojo looked up to see you, somehow slipping away without you knowing.

you were in a state of watching but not really thinking, almost jumping out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you.

“didn’t know i had an audience,”

you yelp, flinching as you look behind you to see your husband all sweaty, panting slightly as he moves his hair away from his face. you eye the stairs that led him up here, wondering how you could’ve missed that.

you laugh sheepishly, giving him an apologetic smile as you pick are your nails.

“i’m sorry,” you scratch behind your ears, feeling heat rise to your cheeks under his intense gaze. it’s unfair how pretty somebody can look, especially after training for an hour straight, “i was just walking around and i saw this.”

he waved it off, shaking his head as he leaned his sword on the wall.

“not a problem,” his eyes shine, “i just would’ve tried harder if i knew my wife was watching.”

my wife.

the words fall so smoothly from his lips you wonder how many times he’s said it before. with malice, hatred, necessity?

you smile a little bit, eyes crinkling around the edges as you look away briefly, not noticing the way gojo chased after your cheerful face.

“how’d you get up here? where are your ladies?” he asks suddenly, looking around at the fact that it was just you up here.

“my what?” you say, looking up at him through furrowed brows.

“you know,” he waves his arm around as if that would help, “you’re ladies in waiting,”

you scrunch up your nose a little bit, something he noticed you did when you were confused.

“oh, well, my maids are working right now,” you tell him, noting that he still didn’t look any less confused.

“no, not your maids, your ladies,” he tilts his head to the side, “the girls your family sent them up to help you around.”

you stare at him, unblinking.

“the girls that are your friends, the ones that help accustom you…” gojo trials off when he realizes he’s not getting anywhere with you.

you feel even more embarrassed than when he caught you watching him, hating the way you were clueless at yet another thing in this life that no one explained to you.

“the girls you hang around with?” he finally lands on, hoping this jogs your memory.

you shake your head, eyes wide as you fidget with the fabric of your dress. his eyes fall onto your finger, lingering on the fact that you’re not wearing your ring.

“who do you spend your time with throughout the day?” gojo seems even more lost than you. he’s seen you with…? well surely that one time…?

“by,” you swallow, embarrassed, “by myself. i walk around a lot.” you admit sheepishly.

“your family didn’t send…?” he answers his own question with his silence.

this entire time you’ve been alone?

he opens his mouth to speak but somebody beats him to it.

“satoru! get down here! we’re still not done!” his friends shouts from below, and you look over your shoulder to see all the men staring at the two of you.

gojo stares at you, unblinking.

“i,” he swallows but can’t find any words.

you can’t either.

he leaves you there, running down those stairs as he shouts at the other guys to resume what they were doing. that entire day he was off his balance because he kept looking up to see you there, but you weren’t.

maybe you were just walking around, like you said.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I've had to do absolutely ridiculous things to this poor Pac figma, including shaving his hips down (so I can actually give him higher-waisted pants so he has some decency), and giving him reverse-top surgery (for his hoodie since those are NOT meant to be skin-tight) but the most frustrating part is definitely the groin part of the pants because the base I'm using for him has itty bitty ones that are so low-rise and it's an absolute nightmare to adjust that

[sodacowboy]

if magic were real id be putting stasis spells on fucking everything

[orcelito]

My to do list for today

I didn't get everything done, but I got A Lot done. Several of which are things I've been putting off for Too Long (primarily cleaning my bedroom floor and cleaning my sheets & blankets). "Cat stuff" was litter box and a few floor messes. I was also overdue for a shower. I even cleaned my house slippers!!!!

One part of my kitchen is just plain inaccessible rn, which is why clearing those boxes are a priority. Can't get to my pots & pans or my silverware drawer rn (it's OK bc I've been living out of the dishwasher dishes, but that won't last forever). The floors were thoroughly cleaned pre-furniture moving, but I haven't cleaned them yet since (necessary from all the dirt tracked in). And I also want to clean all the furniture I got from my dad, since a lot of it's dusty & who knows how long ago it was cleaned. I've already cleaned the couches, one shelf lamp, and the writing desk. I need to clean two dresser things, 3 bookcases, a chair, and a few little tables. Oh, also the TV stand and the display case. Gonna need to get at those with glass cleaner.

Once I get the initial cleaning done, I'll be getting to work on going through all the boxes I got from my dad's place so that I can consolidate everything as much as possible and figure out what's gonna need given away. It's important, but it's not an immediate need, so I'm focusing first on getting my apartment up to a base level of cleanliness that it's been lacking (since I never had energy to clean while I was working).

Lots to do... but I'm working on it. I'm gonna try to get my apartment in order and then Keep it that way. I Will be organized...!! I WILL be clean...!!!!!

Or at least. I will try.

[gale--dekarios]

wish we had a cordless vac it’s been months since i’ve vacuumed cuz i hate the bulky one 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭