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sunsetagain

I have some decent tea cakes at my place. Do you want to try them? Time and temperature are essential for brewing the perfect cup. (Outfit from Duanwu chibi Sy)

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

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’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

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.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

elsa-fogen

Forced Broadcast - Chapter I || Part 9

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Masterpost

WOOOOHHH finally, FINALLY this took fucking forever to finish.

I'm SICK of drawing cute stuff i WANNA DRAW ANGST AND ALASTOR SUFFERING IN DIFFERENT WAYS

umm anyway, this time ive got some bonus materials for you, under cut. First sketch iof the last page and version without text... i fucking can't. What the fuck am i doing. Me in the first part: "this is the closest thing to a hug you'll get", also me 9 parts later: full on hug and Vox holding Alastor bride style. How the turns have tabled...

Okay, now i really should get to drawing Rise of the Radio Demon though.

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elsa-fogen

Forced Broadcast - Chapter I || Part 8

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7 more pages (if i don't change anything) and chapter 1 is finished!!!

They're having great time together... even despite Vox sometimes being too touchy. cherish the moments of cute interactions while you can. Just saying, chapter 3 is gonna change everything. And i mean it.

anyway... idk what else to say.

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elsa-fogen

Forced Broadcast - Chapter I || Part 6

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uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i feel more like this im sorry to yall who's waiting for rise of the radio demon. it's better if i not force myself, if yall wanna see anything at all lol. but it's in progress trust me. it's just i finished sketching the whole chapter and now i'm in terror of it's size 😅

um, anyway, time to force Alastor into something he doesn't want to do

the "business partners" bomb was dropped.

I just love when Alastor is being a brat LOL. he doesn't want to do boring stuff he wants to write jokes and scripts for his show

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elsa-fogen

Unspoken care

I hc that Vaggi can read Alastor way better than she shows it. Of course not perfectly, but she understands his need to be seen strong and his hatred to being pitied, and refusal to accept help, because she was like that, but she learned to be more open and that it's ok to rely on other people.

And she cares about him. In her own way. She would be upset if he died, she now finds out that seeing him very obviously in pain is harder than she thought it could be.

And now she can relate to him even more, and she wants to help him and ease the struggle she's familiar with on a personal level.

Anyway i need more Vaggi and Alastor interactions, PLEASE. not like in a ship whay, but like coworkers/friends stuff.

AU Masterpost

elsa-fogen

See their hope

AU Masterpost

First ever way of "seeing" without eyes Alastor figured out very quickly. In fact, it was possible because Might of Lilith was about to explode, and Alastor, without having vision anymore, grasped to any ways of knowing what's around him, and feeling magic/soul energy was it. It doesn't let him know the surroundings, but at least he can tell where people are and where possible threat can come from.

Magic appears as a bright, sparkling light concentrated in one spot, and soul is not as bright and take a shape of the person it belongs to.

Angels don't have souls, so Emily, Vaggi and l*cifer appear only as shapeless spots of light.

Color of the magic and color of the soul usually match each other, but Alastor has red soul (undertale reference???!! (i'm so sorry)) and green magic, because of his deal. Before getting free, he would have two sources of magic, one from the mic and other from his soul. Now power of the mic became his own, and the mic itself only helps him to channel it. And, well, amplify the outcome too, but it's mostly the question of comfort and habit.

bloggingboutburgers

"It's not hurting anyone" until it is, y'know

Obligatory "not all people" and "not all situation" yadda yadda yadda, but also, I don't feel like watering this one down into oblivion. You know what I mean.

elsa-fogen

Alastor's club | Part 2

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Alastor: says that this isn't a sexual thing

Some dumb people who skipped reading lessons: WAH, WHY IS HE ASEXUAL ONLY FOR VOX, BUT ISN'T WHEN IT'S SOME womAn?!??!

HELLO??? HE LITERALLY JUST SAID HE DOESN'T WANT TO DO SEX, HE JUST WANTS TO BITE, how are people this dumb????? I'm shitting on the crazy fans of you-know-which ship, but holy shit some Radiostatic fans are no better.

Ahem, anyway, apparently, for many people it's a surprise kinks can be non-sexual. Well i guess, EDUCATION TIME BABY (i also have something on the topic planned for Stable Signal AU hehe). But yeah, aces tend to be kinky, because simple sex (for sex-flavourable) is boring. But you also can do the kink part and don't do the sex part just for the fun/adrenaline of it. i've yet to watch some videos on the topic, but yeah.

I can't say i'm kinky? But Alastor certainly is, my sweet freak 💖 but he's kinda embarassed by it, but still wishes to try it out.

(IF!Vox really saw Alastor like this and then 6-7 years later looked at Alastor in his bed and went "yeah, this is the same behavior, he's just nervous before his first time its fine 👍")

Anyway. Oh, yeah, by the way, this comic is canon for Stable Signal, Incompatible Frequencies and Forced Broadcast (and by extention Breakfast, Blinded, Turned Humans, what else i have that continue this line...).

imfloatingwhatthe

An angel trapped to hell

queerautism

Hey so as the economy continues to get worse in the next few years, gambling companies are going to go extra hardcore predatory as people become more desperate. Yes, even more than they already are. You have to promise me right now you're not going to fall for it. No gambling, okay?

This is going to be especially bad with prediction markets and sports gambling, and it's already really fucking bad. But it also goes for loot boxes, blind box collectables, trading card games, and ESPECIALLY gacha games.

alittlebitnerdy

We are seeing this right now with Kalshi's sudden push towards people watching reality dating shows like love island, as they are starting to tap out on their first big market block - young straight men into sports/politics. They are moving on towards young straight women now with the dating shows thing but they will start diversifying into other niches soon!

Do not start gambling. A friend of mine used to work for a bank's anti-money-laundering dept and they'd review flagged accounts for suspicious withdrawals, frequent charges, etc, and sometimes it was fraud but other times it was just severe gambling addicts absolutely hemorrhaging money. It is not worth it!!!

dangerousbride

She tamed him 🐕‍🦺🥰 [A good demon puppy 💓]

asnepika

i have friends i can trust more than myself

avyc02

Jean Grey! Because why not give the people of NYC one more city-wide crisis?

papayafromtv

i like a jason that genuinely was a textbook perfect child before he died, and he started going back to that goody-two-shoes way of life after reconciling with the bats. it’s just kinda in his nature; he likes the attention and the fact that bruce lets him get away with so much because ‘he’s such a good kid’, and he likes knowing he’s better than his siblings.

the rest of the batkids are absolutely disgusted by this dynamic, by the way. all the adults around them think jason is a fucking angel, and it drives them insane because the second bruce and alfred turn their backs, jason is a complete asshole of a brother. and there’s nothing they can do about it because in everybody elses eyes this man practically shits gold.

*at breakfast*

Jason: oh hey, Alfred, sit down; i’ll do the dishes. you just enjoy the food.

Alfred, smiling: why thank you, Master Jason. i believe i’ll take you up on that, the sunroom is lovely and sunny right now.

Jason: you just relax and enjoy it then :)

Jason, the second Alfred leaves to sit down with his food: *shoves Tim off his stool and steals his food* this is mine now, you go do the dishes.

Tim: ?!?!?!?!

~

*Damian and Jason at the league*

Ra’s, begrudgingly pleased: you have certainly surpassed my expectations, Todd. i have to say, my daughter made a good choice bringing you into our ranks.

Talia: you truly are worthy of being an Al Ghul heir.

Jason: :D

Damian, face flat: you know he didn’t even do the mission you assigned him, right? he hired a mercenary and went to Legoland.

Jason: *kicks him in the shin* HA! as if! man, little kids say the darnedest things… i thought i taught you better than that Damian!

Ra’s: yes… Damian, perhaps we should up your training until you learn not to spread lies in an attempt to tear your brother down. you could learn from him, you know.

Damian, loudly: i am going to kill myself.

~

Jason, walking through the manor: *accidentially knocks over an antique ceramic decoration, smashing it*

Jason:

Jason: *locks eyes with Dick from across the hall*

Dick: don’t-

Jason: BRUCE, DICK BROKE YOUR THING-

Dick: god DAMMIT JASON-

~

Bruce: *giving a mission brief on the batcomputer*

Jason: *shoots Tim with a slingshot*

Tim: *yelps*

Bruce, turning around: what’s happening?

Tim: Jason’s-!

Jason, slingshot hidden behind his back: oh, what? i what, Tim? because it seems like all i can fucking do is disappoint this family nowadays, i don’t even know why i fucking came home when none of you seem to like me being around,

Tim: YOU LITERALLY-

Bruce, snapping: ok that’s enough. Tim, don’t be rude to Jason, he hasn’t done anything wrong. if you can’t get a hold of yourself then you’ll just have to be benched for the night, understood?

Tim: ARE YOU- SERIOUSLY?!?!?

Bruce: yes. not another complaint. *turns back to the batcomputer*

Jason, grinning: *brings out his slingshot*

Tim, dead inside: i miss being an only child.

like, Jason’s a good brother, and he’ll have his siblings’ backs in anything. but he’s also the prodigal son that everybody mourned and it’s the biggest get out of jail free card in existence and he 100% abuses it at any and all opportunity.

theladylu

well i had to draw one of these-

kings-highway

Tendou set his life's plan in motion when he was still in middle school. The allure of a Parisian lifestyle called to him from the cold halls of a school that didn't want him there, the backs of teammates that despised him, the city that he couldn't belong to. He was twelve, thirteen, dreaming of lights under Notre Dame, the language of love, a city that didn't know him. A fresh start with no bullies, with no eyes. A world he could make his own, where he'd be in control. This dream single handedly convinced him to put one foot in front of the other. Thirteen, fourteen.

Tendou did not - does not - consider the possibility of friends on Japanese soil. His heart has already been sold to France, so when his world starts turning, and there are suddenly lights in Japan, and the Shiratorizawa team begins building him brick by brick out of the person he used to be, he doesn't even know it's happening. The lack of connection he had felt his gone, his social skills repaired, his heart beating. He wins victories, he feels losses, they do it at a team. He loves and he learns and he grows up, because everyone always grows up. He knows how to walk the Japanese streets with his head high. He knows how to make friends with those who matter, he knows how to make his own world turn. And the years click down. Seventeen, eighteen, graduate of Shiratorizawa.

He doesn't need to leave now. Though he had spent his life in longing of Paris, he realizes now that to go, to run, is to walk away from the world he had built. That he could build. Did he need to go, still? Was Paris not an escape? Everything he had ever wanted is in the palms of his hands, here in Japan, so does he go?

Of course he goes.

Sure, he was shutting his own doors. He was burning bridges. Across the ocean, across a continent, he lays awake in a timezone of all his own creation, cut off from life at Shiratorizawa, the cardiac monitor that had kept him alive. He realizes now that he is the only reason he doesn't have friends at his door. That he is the reason he lost his community. That he is the reason he is alone, he walked out, he left, he got on the plane. He could have stayed, he could have had almost everything he wanted.

And he couldn't be more grateful for it.

Shiratorizawa gave him one last gift - the opportunity to leave by choice, rather than running with his tail between his legs. Paris is no longer his asylum. Paris is a stadium, for him to take by storm. A life he could not have lived if he had not learned to love Japan. He stands under lights before Notre Dame, and watches the planes take off across the night sky, and breathes the air of the life he chose.

Besides, he'll see everyone at Christmas.

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