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When you’re so obsessed with your AU...

that you spend hours (and I mean hours) mapping out a fictional ship so that you can better, and more consistently, write which direction a character needs to go to get to such-and-such place on the vessel.

#way too much time on my hands #and yet never enough #Space Trash #the Herald #Jules Trevelyan #I probably won't even mention half of these places #OCD much?#why am I like this #I have better things to do #but do I really?#I mean #this is important too

amikor tudok úgy mosni hogy utána a szárítóra fel tudom rakni szimmetrikusan a ruhákat

ami mondjuk nem túl nehéz, tekintve hogy a ruháim 90%-a fehér, szürke, vagy fekete

#ocd much?#colors? never heard of them #blablabla

Anon Day: How is she feeling about going back out to the front?

Everything Nahi had brought was unpacked in her tent, there were a few more luxuries, but nothing she couldn’t pack up and move alone if she had to. Then the company had called for them to go Tour the Undermines as a group to become accustomed to the place.

Nahi stood, staring out over the Undermines with her eyes wide, how could anyone live like this? There were barely any straight lines, and here she disliked Dornagal because she thought it was all too straight, but this building chaos set her organized mind on its proverbial ass. There was trash on the streets and had been propositioned twice before they even made it to the central hotel.

At least the hotel they stopped in was well run and mostly organized, they managed to keep the worst of the riff raff from inside the building, but there were a few indoors. Stepping out into the street she was Al,ost hit by a car and the driver flipped her the bird, clearly sidewalks meant nothing her.

The scents and sounds assailed her, the detritus and trash piles all around the city made her take out an ointment she used to help block out bodily fluids when she was working at the clinic. Nahi did great with blood, somehow managed puke, but it was the smell from inside a person’s chest cavity that was her struggle. She didn’t not run from helping the healers but once the work was done she would end up with a bucket out back, regurgitating her days food into it. Down here she had to use the ointment just to make it down the streets.

Inner turmoil flashed through her, that desperate need of hers to put everything in its place twisted inside her, she had never been one to impose her organization on others but never had she been more tempted, not that she could fix the things here. Maybe this job wasn’t for her, surely she could go home and come back out for other things?

An voice inside her head shushed the other one, they may allow her to go home, but she could not allow that herself. A place in the company was being made in her shape and she would show them her worth, now if only her worth was not in this crazy carnival of mayhem and dilapidated buildings.

(Thank you Anon!)

#Undermines #OCD much?#Anon asks #mercenary company #Nahilvi