#though he do be cringe at times

[axvwriter]

Twst: Idia at Port Fest

Idia actually contributes to his group's food stall by not only creating a machine to be super efficient at cooking up the waffles they're selling, but also ends up operating the machine the entire time. He's a bit reasonable while also a bit goofy with naming things. He named his waffle maker "Port Fest Waffle Iron Portable MAX Custom". Portable waffle iron is reasonable and I suppose putting Port Fest in the name helps indicate its meant for special events and not an ordinary house appliance. Which makes sense to clarify a bit as it's probably a big machine since Idia mentions it being able to cook several waffles at a time. Usual waffle irons only make one at a time. For the MAX Custom, that seems a bit silly and unneeded. Though I suppose the MAX is supposed to refer to how many waffles it can make at once along with Custom meaning it being specially made for this? Really could just cut it down to "Festival Waffle Iron".

He mentions that it has an infrared sensor and an ai to tell when the waffles are ready and to consistently make the waffles supposedly at the same quality of a master chef. Then he adds in that he put a small fan in to help spread the smell about to help draw in customers. I suppose importance on the "small" part of small fan since the others share their concerns about how hot it is near the machine. Idia shares that it's a byproduct of high performance yet that the ai is heat protected so things are fine. Which I suppose that means that it really is making a whole lot at once for the ai to cause the machine to heat up? I don't know how much processing power it would take for a machine to image or infrared read a waffle turning golden brown but I would assume some of the heat would be thanks to it being a cooking machine. Heat is required to cook something.

Anyway Idia says he's not worried about the heat, ignoring that the others concerns were more about their own safety of interacting with such a heated machine. Later Idia shares that no one could work the waffle iron so he had to deal with it the entire time with no breaks. This either means the others didn't know how to work it or that they simply refused to withstand the heat being produced by that machine. So either Idia overcomplicated how to use the machine or he's unaffected by the heat?

I would think a tech-genius would just make it so that the machine upon being turned on automatically opens. Once the batter is poured in, a button could be pressed and the machine closes. After the minute of cooking and the ai has assessed it to be perfect, the machine reopens. Upon being turned off it automatically closes too. Have it as simple as that.

Did Idia use buttons? Did he have to lift the lid to something bulky? Or did he connect it to his tablet and use the tablet to tell the machine to open? Did he have to pour in the batter himself? Unable to take breaks makes it sound like he was constantly watching over the thing but I do think Idia has the tendency to be a bit overdramatic about some things.

For example when it came to the Harveston Sledathon event, he was freaking out until he was pushed through the magic mirror. Then all signs of anxiety was gone. Which meant Ortho wasn't being a jerk by last minute pulling out of going with them all, but knew his brother was just going to overthink and freak out until he actually got there. Thanks to book 6 I can see why the idea of going somewhere does freak him out. It makes sense he would fret over going somewhere but upon safely arriving he completely okay.

Anyway Idia may be a bit overdramatic because surely it would slow things down if they had only one person pouring in batter. Idia just needs to be off to the side, making sure the thing cooks when its time to make more waffles. Idia then goes to say it's ironic that machine he made to make things easier ended up only operable by him. Idia... making a machine that is supposed to be easy, simple, and anyone can figure it out... but only you can do it means you've failed. Sure it worked in the other ways, but he's failed to make it user-friendly.

Also I'm pretty confident he wasn't constantly making waffles since the point of the machine was so they wouldn't have to constantly make waffles and could have a good bunch ready at once. He also took the time to fix up and upgrade a cotton candy machine when Sebek brought it to him. Which means he had some time to spare, because otherwise I'm certain the others in his group would have argued with Sebek that Idia can't fix it. Idia wouldn't have to worry about fighting off Sebek when their group is relying on him to work his machine. So since no one tried to argue with Sebek, Idia did have the time to work on it.

Pretty funny that Idia considers the upgrades he gave it as part of fixing it. He says it was a rush job and that he could only increase its power output by five times. This suggests to me that he can't help himself but improve anything put in his hands. He must give it more power. Though maybe arguably it is just part of fixing it. Floyd trying to make a large cotton candy which was too much for the machine to handle. In order to have it handle the stress of that along with keeping it from breaking again, upping its power/strength would help. Regardless, he can't help but rename the machine. Which follows the same pattern as the machine he made from scrap for making a bunch of waffles within a minute. He names the powered up cotton candy machine "Port Fest Cotton Candy Machine Turbo X Custom". Could have just named it "Cotton Candy Turbo Machine". Not even the X. If he insists on a roman numeral then he can go with V. X means ten, V means five. He only upped its power by five.

TLDR: Idia is a bit silly with naming and doesn't know how to make things user-friendly. That or he's immune to heat and thus doesn't know how to make things heat-friendly.

[captainharlock]

took too long to crosspost all my xb1 x xb3 ortiz/shiora extended family content and now i just have a giant compilation for you all. if its not already observable the family tree i imagine in my head here is as follows:

thanks that's all

[littleplantfreak]

'When', not 'if'

("I'm not a romantic" I cry and scream before dropping the most sickening thing i've written to date. Blame @stunie because i did tell her i would write the most ume thing ever and maybe this is it. The title in my docs for it is 'Fucking disgusting' but i figured i better not title it that here because I'd be seeing it in my notifs lmaoo)

SFW/no cw unless you hate fluff

When you wake up from your nap, one of your slippers is gone, and there's a blanket on you that wasn't there prior. Looking at the clock, it's been about an hour since everyone had left your apartment once your birthday party ended. The day as a whole had been chaotic, your boyfriend shoving you out the door with a note to go see Kotoha.

The note took you farther than that, though, as it seemed Umemiya created a whole scavenger hunt for your birthday that had you running into all of your friends, having dessert at your favorite cafe, and eventually ending up at your shared apartment to find that all that time spent around town was a distraction so that he could set up the space for your party. After it had ended, you were banished to the couch because princesses aren't allowed to help clean up their own birthday parties, which had you huffing and falling face down into the chicken shaped pillow affectionately called Mr.Clucky.

It was a product of your boyfriend's endless cycle of hobbies when he took up sewing. A little lopsided and overfilled with stuffing, you complained to and into Mr.Clucky with your face pressed into him. Apparently, he was soft enough to fall asleep on because before you knew it, you had been drooling on him the entire hour. Prying yourself off the couch took more effort than was almost worth it before your eyes fell on the reason you were so tired to begin with.

Hajime smiles and hums looking at your bleary eyes. "Good morning sunshine, I was just about to take you to bed," he says, folding a dish towel over a chair. You toss off the blanket and grab on the slipper that fell under the living room table before padding up to him. Dipping your hands under both of his arms to lock them together behind him, now your face is in his chest instead of the chicken, which is entirely preferred.

"Don't wanna go to bed just yet," you muffle, sinking even deeper into him when both of his arms wrap around you in support. He smells like dish soap and birthday cake, and you turn your head to hear the heartbeat in his chest.

"What do you wanna do lovey? You know I'd give you the world if you asked," you can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest with your pressed ear. He's cheesy, but half asleep, you feel just as much, if not cheesier.

"I have the world if I have you, they're one in the same. So just you is more than fine." Your eyes are closed, but you feel him shiver a little. "I wanna dance with you, though," you say, voice still soft and kinda raspy from sleep.

"Dunno if I can top what you just said even when I propose," he chokes out a laugh, or at least you think it's one. He shifts his hold a bit and starts leading you both in a lazy sway that starts near the toaster and ends next to the potted plant at the back door before starting over.

"When? Not if?" You tease him, a hand going to scratch the nape of his neck lightly.

"I'll never meet another you, so I'm pretty set on When."

"I'll say yes." Because you will. You can't imagine a life where you wouldn't.

"And I'll still cry when you do." You can tell he's crying now because it comes out shaky and his hold tightens a bit, before you lean back, stopping your impromptu waltz. Both of your hands come up to cup his face and look at his teary grey eyes before cooing at him.

"You big baby! Save those tears for When please. You'll be congested and sniffley all night if you don't stop." You start cleaning off his face with your sleeve, but he stops one of your hands and starts peppering your palm and wrist with small kisses. "I think I'm ready for bed now. Princess's orders," you say, dragging him towards your bedroom. You'll have to figure out tomorrow just how soon When is going to be, but for now you can hear the slow thumps of Hajime's steps as he follows behind you, squeezing your connected hand. It's not pressing in the least, you think, because it feels like there will be plenty of tomorrows too.

-----

When you wake up in the morning, it takes you an hour to realize Hajime had put the ring on your finger while you were asleep.

It takes you five minutes to run through town in your pajamas, barefoot to find and full on tackle him in front of the place he was about to get your breakfast in.

And it takes about two minutes of unintelligible blubbering on both your parts before anyone understands what is going on.

No one timed it, but if they did, it would've taken less than ten minutes for the whole town to find out via texts, calls, and yells down the streets and through windows that you're engaged.

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[osteochondraldefect]

i love spreading misinformation about what happens in this podcast aka.: bunch of thangs i drew but didnt feel like posting separately

[squeakadeeks]

*crawls out of the psd file covered in blood* AUGH

[unnonexistence]

new year, new WIP post! at the end of 2024 i had 8672 words edited and marked as Done on the Big WIP. now i'm up to 8865

[o4o41]

Satisfactory outcome

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

Oopsies my hand slipped and I drew this

[bumblingbabooshka]

I don’t typically like when star trek characters reference legacy characters just to talk about how great and perfect they are but I do like this route where even though Tuvok calls him a great visionary in the end he brings Spock up to say he argued with him. I think this is the way of the future. Lean in. Star Trek characters should say things like ‘An old man cut me off in space traffic the other day. I think it was McCoy?’ and another should nod and shake their head like he’s always doing that shit

[sepiasys]

I cringe looking back at what are technically my own actions

[cowardlylittlebranchman]

Getting re-obsessed with an old favourite character from 2020 is the best and also the worst at the same time. You are the source of much of my old embarrassment but you make me so ill and I need to through you down the stairs

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Someone's tiny child drew a Something and they put it in their box saying the kid drew it for me. Which is cute, I guess. My mom did stuff like this when I was a small child who was obsessed with the arrival of mail. It's in the route's case to be immortalized forever.

Now to figure out how to read the drawing so I can find what I assume is treasure beyond my wildest imagination.

[laniidae-passerine]

i never normally completely disagree with the reviews of a movie but i actually really love Renfield. Sure, it's not the most complicated or considered plot. Sure, Ben Schwartz snorts a centipede. Sure, two guys get impaled by another guy’s bad cgi arms. (okay the last two might not be negatives actually). But it really resonates with me as a past victim of emotional manipulation and codependency and it's a fun ride. 10/10 will watch again

[elwingflight]

ADHD testing guy at my verbal comprehension results: did you every consider pursuing a literature PhD instead?

ADHD testing guy at my working memory results: uhh do you have to do much mental math as a biologist?

[dandyshucks]

the realization that i can literally just draw and make anything i want is so powerful. if i want to make a strawberry shortcake au i can. if i want to make a ragdoll au i can. same with a nursery toybox au. theres so many possibilities for this whimsical fool <- aka me [runs around in circles]