Clean-Up on Aisle 10

what’s up: im back in tip top shape physically (ish) but my work load increased and has compounded onto my fluctuating depression- this is leveling out until i get a Real Job TM at some point in the not-too-distant future, and then ill adjust to whatever that schedule is

my current workload is trying to pump out a new Internet Content Thing per week after having launched a sticker store through redbubble, as well as working on a few writing projects i’m juggling for future publication (2 books and a visual novel of the non-romance kind)

what’s going down: i think i’ll be adjusted soon and figure out a rough schedule for when i can get to rps! im extremely sorry for leaving you all on the hook for so long. im still thinking of an alternative way to keep in touch with y’all when i cant rp so you dont think i’ve died or anything (i’m still thinking bout that alt twitter) but as always, you can ask for my skype through IM or asks!

The sound of his pencil tip breaking makes an ear twitch although she ignore the urge to look over at him instead watching all the lights fade except the one in hand. It shined like a small light before sparking even bigger. “I do not actually. I’m simply wandering a little since I’m off work.”

Serinaty releases the light allowing it to fade away from sight while she herself plops down at his side looking out at the tree in the distance. “I’m sorry if that scared you…it made me nervous to sit still. Defaulting to my abilities seemed to put me at ease.”

Even if that was the case he is a human. “It would seem after almost living a millen–really long time I’ve lost the proper ways to behave in front of humans.” With that said she peeks over at the paper curious as to how it’s coming along no one’s sketched her before. At least not here.

The beginning of what might be millennium didn’t escape Cam. So he was talking to what was, undoubtedly, a thousand year old or so fox girl. The age in particular gives him an odd feeling of reverence for her. Cam’s emotions swarm around in his mind, suspended in disbelief, but he tries to keep it cool. 

“No, no, you should do whatever keeps you at ease,” he replies, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “We are just acquaintances right now, after all. Though if you visit humans much, you may be more careful. We’re not very accustomed to magic.”

Noting her peeking over the sketchbook, Cam leans a little toward her, tilting the sketchbook to let her see better. The practicesketch in the top corner was done, and he had moved onto what seemed to be a loose ‘skeleton’ with several features roughly shaped. It was drawn as her in a neutral standing position, still with the leaf on her head. It was rather obvious to see where he had left off as a dark pencil line marked the waistline of the girl.

“I’ve never really thought about attending the university; I’ve always just been someone who liked to do things my own way. Although, given the results of my auditions so far… I suppose auditing a few classes wouldn’t hurt…” Nell was laughing this off, but modeling work had really been far less successful than she anticipated, especially since she was going up against people who were groomed their entire life for the business.

If only she had the funds… university life seemed like the way to go, especially given that she’d already met a few students roaming around. But there was another thing, too, and maybe it was something else Julia could help with. “If I’m being honest with you… school-based learning absolutely frightening me. A long paper is far more terrifying than a long catwalk.”

“Is that so? For me, it’d be just the opposite!” Julia laughed lightly, a mixture of friendliness and self-consciousness. “Modeling takes a lot of dedication, tenacity, and grace- at least with academia, I can just put what I know on paper.” She hoped she wasn’t coming off as condescending- given her position as a lecturer at the university, it was something that happened fairly often talking to students. 

“If it’s truly something you would be interested in pursuing, there’s lots of resources on campus to take advantage of, financially & educationally. In fact, if it turns out you take one of the physiology courses, I’d be more than happy to assist you myself! Well, I’d help with anything if I can, but that’s my particular area of expertise.”

i dont actually have a smartphone (too expensive + i live in a rural area of america) because otherwise this wouldnt be an issue, but im thinking about making a personal twitter if that’s what y’all do bc im super chatty always but i dont like, want y’all to think im just ditching you (you can use twitter & facebook using the nintendo 3DS’ internet services but my rp fb is more or less dead)

multimusemart:

mini to do list for this week:

find/make danny some icons, my poor iconless son

make danny a starter post of some kind

?make a vocaloid starter of some kind for big al or gumi? [3/14 edit: put off for a while to scope out general vocaloid fandom and consider if this is a good choice]

consider simplifying gumi by giving all her system members actual nicknames/names instead of just just being “gumi #”

make an entire separate post for gumi & friends maybe to give them more love and exposition

move more muses from fb over to here despite the fact i have a million billion here

make rules page more explicitly clear

if i get all of these resolved begin making post for The New OC

turns out most of my muses are over here anyway beyond Alter Ego (Danganronpa), Spark (Pokemon Go) and 9S (Nier Automata) so i’ll just add them as they come. spark will likely be added first.

“Is that so?” It was a choice to do so or not and yet she’d be more nervous if she stood still. Without thinking the fox steps back fiddling with her own hair absentmindedly measuring the long length as fingertips comb through. “I’d rather be moving about in that case.” 

The leaf was noticed along her bangs and plucked off with a smile knowing what it meant. “You could call me an out-of-towner I guess, but I’m from someplace much much further.” 

As the leaf was brought close it’s tip caught fire, the white flames flicker as she blows it into the air above. A soft pop noise resounds causing little streams of light to rain down around her, “I wonder which definition you’d use for me?” Soft colored eyes watch the lights float down managing to catch one which simply felt a little chilly.

The tip of Cam’s mechanical pen broke as he presses hard down on the sketchbook in shock. Any doubts he had about this merely being a cosplay went out the window. Serinaty was something else entirely... but what was she?!

“I... I, uh,” he stumbles, a loss for words. It’s a lot to process that someone is a magical entity, after all. For one thing, it picks away at an already shaky foundation for faith. Something that Cam was the unfortunate owner of.

“I don’t... know?” he finally manages. “I’m... not well-versed in this sort of thing.” He takes a deep breath, trying to recompose himself. He pumps the eraser, putting lead back in the tip of the mechanical pen and attempts to get back to drawing. It’s painfully obvious that his hands are shaking.

Depends if I get good coverage for my health in case I get ORAORAORA’D.

Glad I could help. I just wanna live a quiet life.

@heroesxdemons thanks for helping me find the perfect icon for my ‘anonymous face’ replacer on xkit B)