the moon

Happy Pride Month, instead of my regularly scheduled content I offer nothing from a Honkai game or a rare appearance of a horror podcast, no, I instead offer you all Dorian Gray

This one has been in wip jail for so long, I am very happy to finally release it into the world

Happy birthday Raven!!

I cannot remember the last time I drew Nat, if I had ever drawn her at all-

Also this is now by far the piece I have procrastinated the most (partially because I accidentally forgot that her birthday was coming up at all), though I have to admit that I actually really like it even if it was made under sleep deprivation

Happy Pride Month, instead of my regularly scheduled content I offer nothing from a Honkai game or a rare appearance of a horror podcast, no, I instead offer you all Dorian Gray

This one has been in wip jail for so long, I am very happy to finally release it into the world

Happy birthday Raven!!

I cannot remember the last time I drew Nat, if I had ever drawn her at all-

Also this is now by far the piece I have procrastinated the most (partially because I accidentally forgot that her birthday was coming up at all), though I have to admit that I actually really like it even if it was made under sleep deprivation

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kevin Kaslana/Su Characters: Kevin Kaslana, Su (Honkai Impact 3rd) Series: Part 2 of An Eternity without You Summary:

He knows he should say more, knows he has no right to kneel in front of Su’s creation like some kind of altar, yet it is all he finds himself capable of doing.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Kevin Kaslana/Su Characters: Su (Honkai Impact 3rd), Kevin Kaslana Additional Tags: Dr MEI (mentioned), Otto Apocalypse (mentioned) - Freeform, past Dr MEI/Kevin Kaslana, Grief, Regret, Angst, Improvised Funeral, the feelings are there but it was too late Series: Part 1 of An Eternity without You Summary:

At the very least - he caught himself thinking - a part of him would stay by his side for all of eternity. At least he would never have to be alone again. ~~

Kevin had spent more than thousand years trapped in the Sea of Quanta, his only company being the feeling of Su’s gaze on him; occasional glances sent into the lake inside Sumeru, the Enlightened One keeping a close eye on the prison he had sent none other but his very best friend into so many centuries ago. He was not sure if it was out of guilt, worry or something else, but he knew that, when they wouldn’t return after months had passed, that something must be wrong. Something must have happened that Su no longer looked at him.

Once Kevin manages to leave his prison, he ventures out to seek out the Second Key. He needs to know what happened to that lifelong companion of his.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game), 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sparkle (Honkai: Star Rail)/Vita (Honkai Impact 3rd) Characters: Vita (Honkai Impact 3rd), Sparkle (Honkai: Star Rail) 

Summary:

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.