⛧𝗥⃥𝘌̸𝗡⃥⛧

𝑹𝒆𝒏 𖤐 𝟑𝟗 𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒚 𖤐 𝐔𝐓𝐂+𝟗:𝟑𝟎 𖤐 ᴘꜰᴘ ᴍɪɴᴇ

𖤐 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 𖤐 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺

𝐅𝐈𝐍. 21 𖤐 𝐖𝐈𝐏. 19

𝘼𝙨𝙠𝘽𝙤𝙭 𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙚.

𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘱.

ɪ. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 — 𝟏𝟖+

ɪɪ. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 - (𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺, 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑺, 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶)

ɪɪɪ. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 — 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 — ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇʀᴀᴅɪᴏ, ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄʀᴀᴅɪᴏ, ʀᴀᴅɪᴏʀᴏꜱᴇ, ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ/ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ᴏᴄ/ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ʀᴀᴅɪᴏQᴜᴇᴇɴ

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐖 — ᴡʜᴜᴍᴘ, ᴅᴜʙ/ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʟᴀᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴏ, ᴏᴠɪᴘᴏꜱ, ᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ, ꜱɪꜱꜱɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜʏᴘɴᴏ, ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ / ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ, ᴏᴍᴏ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍ, ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇꜱ, ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ, ꜰʀᴇᴇ/ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Happy Disability Pride Month~

Started on a (very) high note yesterday because of that excellent conclusion to my hiatus streak. Life resumes.

Potential new core memory unlock starting shortly.

OFFLINE — until it's concluded. Est. In four hours.

BACK (4 hours later)

Appointment's over, everything's good and fixed, no nasty new surprises, another year shaved off my life.

Happy Cracker Night~ 🎆🧨🇦🇺

If the fuckwits keep playing stupid games, we'll lose one of our best assets. Until then...

Interesting update I've woken up to.

To say I'm not so much as disappointed as I'm livid is an understatement.

Will wonders never cease. This just keeps getting better and better.

Everything's arranged this upcoming Wednesday, so I'm MIA. Preferably only for a couple of hours.

Wish me luck. I'll be having a silent anxiety attack until it's done and dusted.

May you find 50 dollarydoos on your next walk~

Added to my kudos cache like an MRE

https://ngl.link/arcane_radio

I'm retiring Alterspring's askbox because the site's abandoned by admins.

Replaced with NGL — enjoy.

https://ngl.link/arcane_radio

Yesterday, I got the update for that thing that's locked me in HiatusLand.

Turned out it's exactly what I've feared, so. Waiting for the next news this incoming week. If I'm lucky it's not going to be in July.

The end can't come soon enough. The expense takes a backseat to the necessity of It.

I've disabled messages in Twt because the Requests tab has ghost alerts.

I can't tell if legit messages are getting eaten along with bots. You know where else I can be reached.

Friday's come and gone, still no word from the fuckwits who owe me the fix for their critical mistake. Even ignoring my SC.

They (conveniently) don't work weekends, so Monday's going to be an interesting one.

Meanwhile, I'm shaving more years off my life waiting for it. All good. Move along.

I want this chapter of my life over, like last /week/

Besides my fics backlog, I have about 20 Alastor doujinshi to read and scan for my collection. They're still factory sealed.

I have had no energy/spoons to indulge anything outside N D I A paperwork & chasing.

I appreciate your patience!

And one day, I'll have my two moo Alastor art commissions, my motivational hang-in-there cherry on top prize. Porn's better than grog.

Thanks — life is looking good, tentatively.

I still have to get confirmation from the powers that be. Whose wages come from yours truly. It's already Wednesday evening, so they're on thin fuckin' ice.

Holy fuck. I think the problem has one foot in the door of a positive resolution. This WEEK.

Losing my mind in the best way rn.

On the flip side, local services are incompetent and I have to do the work for them.

I've been debating how to approach this, after an unpredictable development last Friday; I have to play the Hiatus card again.

An incident went south unfathomably badly, losing use of a crucial AT that gave me independence.

Outlook is bleak. Overseeing the repairs & red tape, communication.

I can't focus on anything until it's fixed. I've been quietly having a meltdown & major depression in the wake of that incident that's remapping 2026.

Identifying the fault is step 1: rn in the headless chook phase, because ofc it chose the weekend.

Hoping for a 💯 resolution this week.

I don't often or enjoy talking about disability because I come online to decompress & ignore it.

This is an extremely rare (first time of its type) incident that's disemboweled my life, a major event that's not an inconvenience, it's a fiasco + critical emergency.

I can't sweep this one away this time and act like I'm not reliant on stable, working BS I keep private.

If miracles are real, the fault can be fixed this week, & life resumes. I go blind skulling grog.

If however it's the shittastic outcome, that's another indefinite saga I don't want, ever.

Send positive vibes, practice witchcraft, whatever you like, so my life can stop fucking me over & find a new hobby that isn't me.

You can't get rid of me; not God, nobody can.

Dying to return to fandom & write. I haven't indulged anything offline, either. Can't concentrate. Fucked.

Back ASAP.

Apologies for the quiet, everyone's sick here, and I'm caught in the middle, the perpetually immune SOB.

The A/C died last night to boot, so that's another expense / new drama to organise we didn't need at the worst time.

Thank you for being patient with me, dealing with perpetual fallout at home.

What I wouldn't do to have a predictable, productive, appealing life again.

Slooooowly easing out of my hiatus. Had some chronic health issues & shit on the side, because how dare Life be dull.