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[chaosorganizer]

NaClyoHo - day 5 Today! I will only sort and store my silly amount of pens in the fancy cigar boxes. Mainly to get an overview on what I have. So I dont impulsebuy my fifth golden textmarker or something,

[deada55]

Kloktober 2024 day 1: Your Favorite Character

A little glimpse of the future.

The roof of a crumpled hangar was held aloft the rest of the shambling NuHaus, which was as posh of a residence as anything could be in the everlasting waste. Around it grew a shantytown of tarps and rope made from black skinnyjeans to house the army, simply because they had been too exhausted to move. Still, without many provisions, a fierce and snappy economy in the encampment meant that Dethklok’s spacious digs were the limit of their wealth. They sat around a table made of crates and a sheet of heavy plastic from the bed of a truck, surrounded by a motley crew of makeshift chairs, most of the time.

“Murderface, I’m gonna kill you. I mean it.” Pickles hands were ruled by tremors these days, but the grip that he had on a tomato jar of hooch was well-controlled.

“Just a sip, man! You fuckin- you get all the booze we get!” 

“That’s because Pickle don’ts feels good!” Toki felt fine; he was putting pillbugs in a little box with little nature-y bits arranged like dollhouse furniture. “Gots all fucked up sobers. Not evens canned paints…”

Skwisgaar was plucking at makeshift strings on a tinny cigarbox guitar made out of a muffler. Metal. The tuner ran out of battery a while ago, so he superglued it to a couple of dog bones and made a shitty clip.

All Nathan did was grunt and watch a line snake through the shacks and huts carrying poles with white flags flopping in the sandy gusts. Four or five makeshift caskets, one of which was a sealed commercial trash can held sideways for a child, were carried on soldiers. Together, the processional headed north out of the encampment, over a shallow ridge of broken earth, as a snow of falling ash blew in.

“Nathan?” Pickles flicked the metal lid off his jar and took a fat swallow.

“Yeah?”

“Takes the picture, it lasts longer!” Toki shouted over Pickles and giggled.

Nathan turned away from the window and back towards the center of the room, flat. “We don’t have a camera.”

“I-“ Pickles couldn’t get a word in.

“Ans no powers, no amps, no phones,”

“No more, what’s it do,” Toki rose from criss-cross-applesauce to a kneel, neglecting his pillbug palace. “Brr— the ring?”

“Tokis—“ Skwisgaar tried to correct his rendition of their old ringtone under the conversation.

“No calls,” offered Pickles.

“Or getting called by our fuckin’ parentsh!”, Murderface chortled.

Pickles tossed a scraggly, singed dread off of his neck. “Yeah! Now we don’t have to watch their stupid DVDs, or listen to them go on and on on the phone.”

“We don’ts have to know wheres they are and whos they with all nights long durings the working week!”

Toki was rubbing his legs with the palms of his hands. “We don’t even know if theys alive, ha-ha!”

Nathan sighed.

So what if his parents were dead?

He dug deep into his pockets until he found a battered Ibuprofen bottle and pulled out two 2mg Xanax. He leaned over the table and snatched the jar while he ground the pills between his teeth. He swished the drink in his mouth and finished whatever was left in it. 

“Nathans?”

He didn’t realize he was breathing out of his mouth until his own spit came down the wrong way, down his throat already butchered with a slowly disintegrating tablet and vinegary jail booze. He choked until his eyes stung. How long? He couldn’t catch his breath, just hold it. It forced its way out like a sob. 

“He’ms gonna pass out-!” Skwisgaar didn’t even bother standing up. An object in motion stays in motion.

When Nathan’s chest hit the edge of the table, he took it with him to the ground. The empty jar smashed on the dirt beside him.

“Schit!”

[spazhouseintuitiveresearch]

There should be a “it’s Good Enough” movement. We buy items that are mass produced yet, we want to feel we are individuals of distinction. We look for products that separate us from the herd. Yet, we at times can’t find what we want from manufactures. One designer may make a case for an iPhone to look like a book, but it is not quite right. So, for those of us who had adequate skills make our items. We make things knowing we are not in the 10,000 hour mark of creating items with skill. It’s good enough. The act of problem solving and creating makes us happy. This is my latest item. A wooden case for my Anker Soundcore. Remember when high end speakers were made of wood? I do. Repurposed Spanish cedar from Padron cigar boxes I had in my house, I took the time to make this custom case. About 5 hours. I left the gouges on top where my dremel skipped. Weird, I think the sounds are richer surrounded by the wood and wax. @dremel #ankersoundcore #crappywoodworking #slackermaker #cigarbox #padroncigars #malcolmgladwell #woodworking #woodenboxes (at Riverside and Avondale) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKaECGfB2jd/?igshid=e9hqqr2sfgg9

[kichimiangra]

I seemed to have been tagged by @super-mario-girl some reason? *Cracks Knuckles*

# Following: 186

# of Followers:  uuh 432 on this blog?

Average Hours of Sleep:  I like to get 8-12 hours/night but lately I’ve been surviving on 4 or 5.

Lucky Number: I have a bit of an ocd with numbers that end in 5 or 0

Instruments: *side eyes my collection* Well I have 2 Ukuleles, 2 Guitars, a mandolin, a concertina, a Ceramic Ocarina, a fife, a recorder, a pennywhistle, a piano, a keyboard, a Violin, and I just made a Kalimba out if a cigarbox.  Oh yeah I also have a dulcimer I made years ago in highschool but I dunno if that counts because it’s not really playable anymore?

What Are You Wearing: Space Jam shirt, some Jammie bottoms with what I think are owls in winter hats on them, some homemade purple socks.

Dream Job: God I want to be a comic artist...

Dream Trip: I am a shut in.  What is trip?  I don’t leave he house?

Birthday: June 20 1991

Height: Exactly 5′3″

Gender/Pronouns: I’m female so ‘her/she’?

Other Blogs: type in “KichiMiangra” into an @ and you’ll see 3 blogs.  Those are mine.

Nicknames: KC.

Star sign: Gemini

Time: it’s 3:42am

Favorite Bands: I like a large variety of music but specific bands are “Peter, Paul and Mary”  and the “Bare Naked Ladies” who are all fully clothed men.

Favorite Artists on Tumblr: I’m a big fan of the art of FigmentForms and Oasiswinds

Song Stuck in Your Head: The Courage for Tomorrow Performed in English by Sandy Fox.  Been stuck there all day.

Last Movie You Watched: I just saw Black Panther today.  It was a good movie.

Last Show You Watched: Can’t remember.  It was something in the cluster of Watching Mysteries in the Museum, something about conspiracies, and multiple UFOs.  Did I ever say I wanted to write a story about a girl who gets sent back in time to ancient Egypt and romances the Pharoah Amnehotep III who totally turns out to actually be an alien?  Just crazy stuff.

Why Did You Make Your Blog: I really don’t remember?  I think it might have been to follow a friend who wasn’t on Deviantart as much anymore?

What Do You Post: On this blog?  Whatever I feel like along with art I draw.

Last Thing You Googled: “When is Ramadan 2018?″

Ao3: I don’t have one :(  I have so many stories in my mind but I am so slow of a writer that I never warranted making an account.

Do You Ever Get Asks: Ever now and then, but not on this blog.  Over on my comic blog I get some though.

How Did You Get The Idea For Your Url: Ehhhhhhhhhhh Long story I guess.  Back when I was 11 and still thought I was an interesting character I wrote a few stories where I was the Protagonist to cope with some almost crippling loneliness I was feeling.  One of those Characters name was Suku Miangra and being sad and lonely and inadequate was sort of her only trait.  Around the same time another Version of me name Kichi Larament came around that focused more on my “You’re such a smartass!” comic relief side.  At one point when I was 12 I signed up for an account to a site called GaiaOnline and when coming up with a screen name I decided to take those two early versions of myself and combined the names to make KichiMiangra.  Because I’m a creature of habit that’s just been my screen name ever since.

Favorite Food: Eggs.  I can eat my weight in eggs.  It’s amazing my cholesterol isn’t through the roof.

Last Book You Read: Beading with Cabochons.  The Wizard of Oz.

Top 3 Fictional Universes:   This is a hard one for me...  I guess in no particular order:

1.)  Final Fantasy IX (And Crystal Chronicles).  God I can’t not love the world that was crafted by Square when making this game!  FFIX is one of those worlds that start me into it it and just Aesthetically I love it.  I love how it looks.  I love how it feels.  I love how it doesn’t start all dark and gloom and Suck like FFVII does and lulls you into falling in love with the peace that this world sorta has before shit starts getting real at the end of disk 1.  It’s a world that legitimately feels worth saving to me.  And man do I want to save it.  Crystal Chronicles elicits the same feelings though.

2.)  The Slayers.  I can’t have a favorite universe without my favorite anime on here. The Slayers has a structured, if not somewhat generic fantasy world that has a pretty strong sense of how everything works and feels.  You can jump in and not be too confused of the rules but still leaves room for the unexpected in both magical, slice of lifey, and potentially scifi-ish scenarios without feeling out of place.

3.)  Stardew Valley.  Really a game where you get tired of the hustle and bustle of city life and move to your grandfathers farm in a little town in Stardew Valley just chills me out.  When I’m stressed out and I need life to slow the frig down I load up SDV and let the chilling music take me away.  I don’t have time ti be stressed!  My crops need watering, my chickens need petting, and all my boyfriends and girlfriends need presents to know I love them (I’m the town whore).  I just love Stardew Valley.

(Runner up)

Jak and Daxter.  If you haven’t seen my 30 day Jak and Daxter Challenge from last MARch I do a lot of complaining about how that game handled it’s own existence but I swear I wouldn’t obsess so much about it if not for that fact that I love the world that the games created and want to know more about that world and have that characters just care more. “This place is worth fighting for!”  I think it is, but I wish the game did...

Eh who to tag?  I’ll send it this way to @ladygreyfist and end it there... though for some reason it won’t let me @ her....

[livlooney]

Finally got some pictures of Trash! She's so fast its hard to when she's awake. Have you ever seen a more cozy little girl? She likes her cigarbox house pretty good from what I can tell :) hoping to get her a buddy soon <3 #rat #rats #ratsofinstagram #petrat #petrats #smallanimal #smallanimals #smallanimalsofinstagram #pocketpets #pocketpet #rodent #rodents #rodentsofinstagram #ratlady #punkpet https://www.instagram.com/p/Bthks7BlI15/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1efryqko4ksd0

[musicdiscoverylab]

Here’s the beginnings of a brand new instrument. I wrestled the tines out of an old toy piano and mounted them on this cigar box. I’ll be adding some more percussion implements as well as a pickup and jack very soon. So far so good! . . . . #musicdiscoverylab #lofi #workbench #toypiano #cigarbox #makerspace #diy #maker #workinprogress #tines #homemadeinstruments #rareandstrangeinstruments #recycle #percussion #makerspace https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs_mTgDB-GL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dy2aulx51uud

[ensrensage]

We all have that tarot deck that has a box that's absolute garbage, so we have to come up with a creative way to store them for easy access. Well, this little beauty came all the way from Buffalo NY to store three of mine after a good smoke cleanse. Shoutout to my uncle Carl for having the hookup. #vintage #cigarbox #tarotstorage

[misturdust319-blog]

Saw Rusted Root with a friend. He dissapeered and didn't tell me, but I found him just before "Send Me On My Way" was played, so I didn't have to slap him. We also met a nice man named Chuck, got some old cigar boxes, and topped the night off with ice cream. So, on the whole, a good day. #rustedroot #show #concert #sendmeonmyway #cigarbox #icecream #chuck (at Mohegan Sun)