#unorganizedly organized

[minecraft-fanfiction-house]

My minecrafty rolly chair scraped every art from latest to popular- (I can still find more, Yay!)

The dopamine is fed from my own horrendus persnal work that i love making. As you can tell from my Obsidian notes,

and agretious titles. It is drenched with scrambled chapters (Attempt to be in order), lores, in-story mods, culture, history and percieved history, multiple fanfiction ideas(Not include the ones in my tumblr drafts that i should move to obsidian oneshots), Character ideas, besides the photo book of tumblr and inspiratinal stuff with a word of the day for name ideas.

Loading screen title is literally what i planned on changing, because 'Minecraft Legends' right, that was on a diffrent game, meaning, to me at least. It would be like BCE(Before Common Era) aNd the loading screen history checkmarks would be CE(Common Era)...

History lessons arnt going to go into that much detail, im just rambling something id change, to make sense.. .

I guess thats it, uhhhh, i have drafts about it, and about random stuff and faes you know. And illager whichs. (Cool story irignater with the faes)

also ask me about the titles of my folder, just know some are misleading like my cults in civiliaztion. Technically, the main character knows a lot about history and past civilization- they just end up getting into a lot of cults from a single kidnapping non-cult related... You know what i take it back, the titles fitting.

Anytime they try talking on why their like that, which can be as simple or as cute or violent as an action, end up being off-putting information to others. I MEAN! Just ask me about the lore of the continent they live in, I will give the pin point of why the illager soceity they live in is known as a crossed sword heirarchy.

(Their are other neighboring illager, ones a small pirate island off coast those are usally diverse with all types pf criminals, and we talk that much about villagers]

Im telling yeah, i havnt made a map. Oh yeah and that im deranged about this lore. Plus i love heirarchies, i just wished they were shaped diffrently from a pyramid, so I had the cross swords that were a carpet pattern. I am quite happy with it, not gonna lie. It was originally a double edged sword of feral children, 'oh you want me to be violet so bad' but that could be for another illager soceity. I just love complications ^^

This was a longer ramble than i initated, have a lovely day. Understanding of what im sayning or not. ♥︎

[film-academy-jason-crouch]

Film Academy Journal 1 - Jason Crouch

To start off, I had a really fun time today (07/06/2023) and also learned a lot! I got to try out how it feels to be an AD (Assistant Director) on set! I also enjoyed trying out the slate/clap board as well as trying to keep everyone on schedule.

I think that today was a good learning opportunity for my group because a lot of us did not realize how much time went into just a single scene. We kind of started telling ourselves that if we plan on doing something we better make sure we have at least twice as much time as we think we need, or rather, assume that any given action will take twice as long as we think.

As for the picture I chose, I really liked how all of the leaves (?) were all very similarly shaped but also pointed out in random directions, almost making them unorganizedly organized if that makes any sense. I also kind of like how they are almost accented with a lighter color on the edges but a more vibrant green on the inside.

[bigcitydetective]

Paper Trail

@alostbearinshibuya

The lunch break was a sacred time for Tohru Adachi. Besides the food aspect, it was time away from the office, a place filled with older detectives all jumping at the slightest open time in his schedule to push upon him more of their own work. In turn, his lunch break was also the only open time in his schedule that was his, and his alone.

Haha! My time! My break! Watch me eat right in front of you, and you can’t do anything about it!

The junior detective briskly walks out of the entrance to the subway, rushing to maximize his free time while continually mentally shoving his free time into his coworkers’ faces. However, somebody’s leg meets his shin, and he stumbles over them. He sees the tile coming up to meet his face, and he falls on top of his case. The case’s hard corners and sides press into his ribs, cracking open the case’s clasp in the process.

“Ah! So sorry! Are you ok?”

His case files starts spilling out. He quickly scrambles up to his feet and picks up his papers with a sort of madness.

So sorry? Yeah, tell that to my case files! Watch it next time before I- No. It was my fault. I should apologize- I should have fixed my case this weekend when I had the time, but guess what I didn’t-

Adachi didn’t know who he tripped over, and he didn’t turn around while responding. Instead, he shouts over his shoulder, while rushing away,

“Sorry- I’m fine!”

Adachi sprints away, clutching his case and his papers to his chest as he went. He couldn’t clean up his mess in the middle of the crowd- these documents were all private information for his work! He probably looked like a laughingstock, what with him running down the sidewalk holding his case like it was the last thing he owned. The man could feel the hard leather of his case pressing down on his chest again as his grip tightens to hold the papers down. The detective attempts to control all the sheets falling around his hands and out of his briefcase, his fingers tightening around the sheets of paper to no avail. He nearly drops his papers by the time he got to the nearest bench. Thankfully, he didn’t drop anything else.

Adachi plops down and sighs. He immediately opens the case, shifting his work around while holding down the loose papers with his palm. He unorganizedly starts stacking the pages and stuffing these stacks into his case, all the while muttering to himself the same thing:

“Dammit, dammit, dammit…”

After what was about a minute of organization, he quickly gets up from the bench, closes his case, and starts to leave. However, the detective is immediately distracted by somebody bearing towards him holding a paper. Damn, that’s a bottle blonde if he ever saw one. Also, are they holding a page from one of his case files? He could have sworn he got them all…