#i just came up with all this today but idk i really like it

[fuck-customers]

today, mar 25 2024, a woman came into my red hardware store and dumped her bag of returns on my counter. she said "i have a fucking return. it's all coming the fuck back. i don't need any of this fucking stuff" and i was instantly on edge because she's being loud and every other word was another f-bomb. and i GET IT i get swearing, i get being angry, but why the hell are you upset with me lol i looked at the pile of stuff and was like "oh did you buy this yesterday?" because i recognized the pile of items as things that i had personally rung up at some point. it's a bunch of electrical stuff like outlet covers and some solenoids or wtv. but god i shouldn't've said anything. because she snaps "No what the fuck. i bought this fucking weeks ago. and i dont fucking need it. so i'm returning it"

and i'm like.. damn ok, fine. she's digging for receipts. and has a huge stack of Orange Hardware store receipts. and i'm watching her flip through them and she snaps "go ahead and grab yours if you recognize it!" and i'm like 'uh.. ok i'm pretty sure that my store's receipt is this one' and i pointed at one (idk if its just the font but i recognized my store's receipt and yoinked it out.

so i start processing her return. she's like "ugh i need to go get my card from the car!" and i'm like ok, that's fine. she doesn't really need it for the return but 1) i want her to get away from me because i'm gonna call a manager she's being such an asshole. 2) her friend was looking for other stuff to buy.

she comes back in with her card. i'm like scanning and returning the items. 3 items i KNOW are NOT ours are on the pile. im like.. i don't want to deal with her trying to insist that they belong to our store. but i scan one. it beeps 'item not found' i go 'oh well these items aren't from our store, sorry i can't return them"

and she's like "i dont see how that's fucking possible! everything in that bag is from this fucking store!" and she's just absolutely shrieking. and i don't understand why she's mad, like i don't get it. the manager came up and was like 'we don't sell this product. sorry we can't do a return on it.'

she screams some more but accepts that they must be Orange Hardware and not Red Hardware. She goes out to "make a call while her friend shops"

and i swear to god that she was screaming at someone on the phone for next fourteen minutes and everyone inside the store could hear her from the parking lot. every other word out of this woman's mouth was "fuck" and it was setting my nerves on edge.

her friend finally came up to buy his shit. and it totals $77. she's standing at the door handing him her visa and she is PISSED that the total is $77. she says she doesn't understand how it could add up to that much. and im like uhmmmm.. they're plumping parts.. and the stupid toys you're buying for your grandkids pushed the total to $77 after tax.. either buy it or leave. i don't care

she ended up buying it but you could still hear her swearing up and down the parking lot as she was screaming on the phone with her mother (apparently) saying that she was going to need to be reimbursed for the shit she was buying

and i'm just like... goddamn, i dont care how awful your day is. don't take it out on employees or customers you asshat.

the only funny part about this is the fact that her name was actually Karen. which just made me laugh. but all the other staff had come up to the front to make sure i was okay while she was yelling. and she did get intimidated by some of the men and slink out while her friend paid for the stuff. but still.. a big yikes.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[athenagranted]

idk if you're still writing the post-cemetry scene fic with pining eddie (idk if i'm describing it right) but i would love to hear more about it/see a snippet or too if you feel so inclined 👀

someone asking about angsty pining fic in the month of our lord april 2024? this was such a lovely surprise 😭 i'm gonna be honest with u anon i'm likely not going to publish 911 fic again BUT because you asked so nicely i'll give you a few older snippets from my draft:

Eddie sighs, breaking the stare. “You have a key, you know,” he says finally. “Feel free to come join me whenever you want.” He turns on his heel and walks back inside to finish his goddamn brownies, leaving Buck standing in the doorway.  It’s silent for a few minutes. He’s in the middle of measuring a tablespoon of espresso powder when Buck steps into the kitchen and shuts the door behind him. Eddie feels the weight of Buck’s gaze on him as he folds the powder into his brownie mixture, but he doesn’t turn to meet his eye until Buck speaks.  “Is that…” Buck falters. He clears his throat. “Is that my recipe?”  “Yeah,” Eddie says gruffly. “Chris asked me to make it. Said he wanted to share it with his friends when they come over tomorrow for their playdate.”  Buck snorts. “Man, you can’t call it that. Chris nearly bit my head off last time I tried. Kept reminding me that ‘playdates are for kids, Buck,’ and that he’s not a kid anymore.”  Buck emphasizes that last bit with air quotes, and Eddie can’t help but grin at that. But his smile fades instantly, remembering the somber look on Buck’s face when he’d opened the door. He highly doubts that Buck came over just to commiserate about the trials and tribulations of watching Christopher grow up.  Eddie bites the bullet. “Why are you here, Buck?”  Buck shifts nervously. He shrugs and looks away from Eddie. “I — I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to answer that. You’ve never asked me that before.”  Eddie scrubs at his face. “I've never had to ask you that, Buck. Things are different now. You’ve been busy.” 

+

“Wow,” Buck says acidly, all traces of heartbreak gone. “I’ve never heard that one before.”  Eddie frowns. “What?”  “Really, Eddie?” Buck’s voice cracks on the last syllable. He shakes his head. “Unbelievable. Just — unbelievable.” “Buck — what are you talking about?”  “We were just trying to protect you, Evan," Buck mocks. "You were never supposed to find out. We kept it from you because we love you. Any of that sound familiar to you?” Eddie’s breath hitches on the word love, because he doesn’t know, he can’t know, but then —  Oh.  Fuck.

+

Buck: We’ll get through this just like everything else. I promise. It’ll be okay.  Buck: Eddie, did you eat enough today? Should I come by and bring you some food? Buck: You know you’re still my best friend, right? That’s never going to change, Eddie. Never.  He reacts with a thumbs up or a tap-back heart on most of the messages, too exhausted to do anything else. He replies with a thumbs down to the message about food, certain that he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing Buck so soon. He knows he’ll have to face him in person eventually, but his tired, broken heart just wants to postpone it as much as he can.  The last one, though, is a balm that both soothes and agitates Eddie’s burning, aching heart, and he taps out a brief, Thank you, you too. Always, in response. It feels like too much and not enough all at once, and Eddie wishes once again that he was a little better at resisting Buck, that he didn’t feel that need to reply to his every message lest Buck worry even more about him. The only one he actually acknowledges is a message that comes in at 2:43 AM on Sunday. As he opens the message, Eddie absentmindedly wonders if Buck’s having a hard time falling asleep for the same reason as him. Probably.  It’s a link to a new exhibit at the Griffith Observatory, accompanied by a text that reads: Can I take Christopher here next weekend? Eddie squeezes back tears as he replies with a brief, Of course, and puts his phone down, letting the darkness swallow him again. 

+

Hen beats him to it. “What happened, Buck? I thought you really liked her. Weren’t you planning to introduce her to Maddie and Chimney next week?”  “Not anymore,” Buck mutters. “I broke up with her.”  “What?” Eddie snaps head snaps up. “Why?”  Buck doesn’t meet his gaze, his lip quivering. The rest of their team is watching them, eyes darting back and forth, and Buck blinks hesitantly before swallowing down a sip of coffee. He wipes the cream off of his upper lip and looks Eddie in the eye.  “You know why,” Buck whispers. 

[hemeruni]

Well. Here’s what I’ve been planning on doing… I’d like to introduce you all to-

The FIRST ANNUAL tumblr User hemeruni direct, a special event where I get to actually go into more detail about the projects I’m currently more so focused on, while giving important news to what’s next on our menus.

Now let’s go ahead and get this show rolling shall we?

NURSE PHILLY UPDATES

As you know, Nurse Philly has been placed on the back burner for a while as I took the time to work on my other projects. But, starting today, I’m working full speed ahead to officially get the Askblog up and rolling! The scripting process has been tough, but a rough outline has been finished and a overall timeline of arcs and events are all laid out, so it shouldn’t be long for you all to see the nurse in person!

I’m not the type to give out dates, but expect this hush puppy to start around mid-late 2024.

Alright we’re getting the hang of things! What’s next?

GLIMMERLOVE NEWS

This project started as a one off post that quickly spiraled into one of my favorite projects thus far under the hemeruni brand. While there isn’t plans to get a Askblog rolling anytime soon, the askbox will always be open for asking questions to these mysterious folk.

This project doesn’t have much besides that, but if things change revolving my work ethic, I’ll surely consider it.

No date on this one, as it’s currently in a fine state from where I’m seeing it.

HAPPY HATCHDAY HEMMY!!!

By the time I’m writing this, Hemera’s birthday is still ongoing and it might honestly been the most exciting days I’ve had in a long time, considering the fact that I’ve just… haven’t been active as much.

This fox means so much to me and I have Sparklecare and only Sparklecare to thank for creating such a wonderful creature that deserves everything wonderful on this blue marble of a planet.

I love you Hemmy, don’t stop being you.

Me and Uni are making a coffee shop au

Yeah idk what else to say

It’s news to me but I’m just posting this since I thought the idea was funny.

Personal au?? I think?? Only WE get to make one not YOU /J

Now. I mentioned something at the beginning of the whole thing about a change that is going to happen. Before we end this, I might as well say what I want to say.

The Future.

I’m breaking away from this community, for my own mental sake. I’m saying this with a heavy heart, knowing that this whole 'fame' thing isn’t something I enjoy. Besides fame, I’ve been so caught up in comments and reblogs that it mentally drains me to see one post that I spent less time on doing better then one I actually put my effort into.

This culminated in a unfollow from the official Sparklecare account that I’m still assuming is over the criticblog situation. Nevertheless, it left me bed ridden for weeks, realizing that what I worked so hard for was taken from my own dumb mistake.

That taught me a valuable lesson though, which is why I’m finally deciding to just cut contact with the community entirely, besides friend groups and servers I’m in you won’t really see me active on my main, mostly just au updates.

That also means I’m no longer reblogging stuff to my main account, but I’ve already came up with a solution revolving a account called hemerunireblogs (which will be linked later down the line)

That’s the most you’ll see me interacting with this community, I hope you can understand.

Now.

We’ve reached an absolute.

The End.

I wish things could’ve been different, but it’s either I continue down this path and further ruin myself for others sakes, or I finally start to work on myself again. In the end, I decided to choose myself. Call me selfish, I could care less.

For some, I’d like to wish the best, even though we may have not talked much, I’d love to see you again sometime soon.

You all have been a wonderful audience, I hope you all had a wonderful Hemmy Hatchday. Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight my friends.

-Mx. Hemmy

[gutterfuuck]

i literally have your post notifs on now 🫣 that conquerer mark fic was soooo good omfg 🙏🙏 while it’s kind of on the topic of bff mark, would you be able to do like…childhood friends mark that knows the reader is attracted to him (probably in love with him) and kind of uses it to manipulate her? or something similar idk LMAO i’m just in love w the childhood friends/friends to lovers trope and i think u could put a really fun and dark spin on it!

mdni! possibly uncomfortable for some, will add tags soon so please bare with me! not very smut like, some at the end.

this is just a small drable, i will extend on this idea! please enjoy!

i very love this idea; i already know exactly what i will do with this hehe. he's been aware of your little secret crush on him since you both started highschool, thinking nothing of it, thinking that you would eventually grow out of him… until you don’t. you were certain that you were destined to be.

that was until amber came along. you felt threatened, terrified that she would take him from you- she was gorgeous-and he knew it tore you up inside. when college came around; you almost gave up on him. you thought back to how he had knocked on your bedroom window floating one day making you panic and almost scream awake the entire neighbourhood. oh how you wished that he had stayed by your side.

you scrolled through the newsfeeds on your phone, watching back mark-invinvible's - fight today, pining for the sweet boy that you had fallen in love with. you felt as if you needed mark grayson to eat, sleep and drink.

he flew through your window, taking you by surprise as he nodded his head at you as a quick greeting, disappearing into your bathroom in his suit and emerging a second later in no shirt and pajama pants. "thought i'd do a quick check around the city before bed." he spoke, your eyes quickly glancing at his body, observing him. you were sure he wouldn't notice, you'd been doing this for years and he hadn't even paid you no mind.

that wasn't true. mark saw the way you looked at him. not just now, but all the time. he could see the way you mourned for him, heard the way you touched yourself for him, jerking off to the sounds of your hopeless shameful cries afterwards, slowly slipping into despair as you tried to wrestle with the realisation that mark was with another. he craved it. craved you, wanted you.

he wanted to get off…

you were his best friend, so when you watched him slump onto the end of your bed and listened to him complain about his relationship, you comforted him, you heard him. you felt guilty to admit it, but your heart fluttered at the possibility of amber being out of the picture. oh you felt horrible.

mark knew how you felt: euphoric. you were hoping on their downfall. mark and amber were actually only on a little break. “it’s just been rocky recently,” he would get back with her eventually. “we should try seeing other people.”

and he sees right through you, sees right through his pretty little friend. he doesn’t hesitate, his hand resting on your lower back. “i know you like me, i’ve seen the way you look at me.” he speaks and you flush, wanting the bed to open up and swallow you whole. you try to speak, but are interrupted by mark. handsome, strong, sweet mark. “i’m kinda pent up… just- i don’t know.. i don’t wanna make it weird,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, shrugging along with his words. take the bait.

“me and amber— not so active anymore. if you get me.” what was he getting at? you thought your heart was going to pop out of your delicate little chest.

and then he finally pops the question.

before long, you’re on your knees, mouth stretched around your best friend’s dick, drool leaking from the edges of your mouth as he rocked his hips into your face, “c’mon now, i thought you liked me… hah- are you gonna start being a good fleshlight or am i gonna have to go next door and finish inside of amber, huh?” his words were lost on you, the only thing you could focus on was the way you had finally gotten his attention; you were finally useful to him.

[iridescentis]

This is probably not an original idea but I really like the concept that every winner of the life series becomes a god of life and is like a spectator of the following series. So Grian's third life self, Scott's last life self and Pearl's double life self are all watching their mortal selves play limited life, waiting for the fourth god to join them

Maybe Grian is the one who chose to replicate the original game and transfers their souls to the next game, which is why they have such vague memories of what happened the season before, but gives them a chance to save each other (giving lives) or betray each other (boogeyman). Then Scott joins him and chooses to make their mortals connected to one another so they never die alone to the hands of a god, but together. Then Pearl joins and wants to put an end to the games, so she sets a time limit. What will the next person do?

[icewindandboringhorror]

... why he sit like this

[astranauticus]

todays orv mood: standing at the water dispenser under my dorm building waiting for my instant noodles to cook just pacing in circles and swearing

[shshshshshowrunner]

[DM]

@electionfraudking

What if we did unrestrained summer fun part two but with more improv and also different set up and also metaphorical sip of cocaine cola. You. You know the. The ⬇️

[hella1975]

my sister is currently doing her nightly *douse myself in water for 5 mins despite it leaving PUDDLES EVERYWHERE BTW and then spend 20 mins applying imported skincare i spent all my money on* in SILENCE sans any form of music meanwhile she walked in on me having a party of one (1) at myself in the bathroom mirror to set it off of all things. it's a bit funny that we are related by blood

[minettas-ploy]

/

[genekies]

screaming in the club

time for another vent in tags

[welcometogrouchland]

I am going to try and rewatch thanks to them 😎 (<- unaware of the horrors)

[pepprs]

beaver gnawing on wood noises

[vermilionstarlight]

More Miscellaneous MCD&D idea stuff >:)

I have another post drafting about human society and such right now but I have so many random ideas and I need to get them down right this instant

also some details may be lost on some of y’all, explanations of the magic system and such can be found earlier on in my blog >:D 

- hearts of the sea are lapis lazuli crystals that have ended up underwater at a very specific depth and have had sea creatures die in their immediate vicinity. due to the phenomenon of a creature's refined mana dispersing after death, some of the mana goes into the lapis rather than falling down to the void. 

- at very specific pressures underwater, the refined mana naturally sets itself into an alternate enchanting matrix than the one typically used for enchanting. this matrix is many times more powerful than the normal one, but takes literal years of constant maintenance to achieve, which is easily done underwater where the pressure is tireless. it can be done outside of very specific, high-pressure environments, but it’s the work of tireless artisans that seek to create a masterpiece.

- so now the enchanting matrix is set, and an entire ocean full of primordial mana is surrounding it, so the obvious happens and the lapis lazuli crystal becomes inundated with the ocean's primordial mana. now it is a Heart of the Sea

- the Heart naturally causes objects with high amounts of oceanic primordial mana (like shells, coral chunks, floating sea flora, etc.) to gravitate towards it. 

- surrounding the Heart with a specific arrangement of nautilus shells causes them to orbit around it, and nautilus shells specifically are very conductive to oceanic primordial mana, allowing for the Heart’s stored primordial mana to be dispersed out rather than simply stored ad infinitum. 

- then, a specific arrangement of prismarine must be placed around the heart to temporarily store the mana. without the prismarine, the conduit would simply emit a constant trickle of mana that has little to no effect. with the prismarine around it in the necessary arrangement, the mana is stored for a bit, then released out in bursts. these bursts allow creatures within a small radius to be able to swim faster, become amphibious, and allow for greater range of movement underwater than before.

- also i decided there are three gods! each god ‘created’ each dimension, but not really created. each dimension is basically a physical manifestation of their psyche. a period of being depressed would be represented as an ice age, an argument with their loved ones would be represented with a terrible, dimension-wide cataclysm, etc etc.

- take a wild guess as to who the three gods are. cmon guess. yeah you got me im an unoriginal bitch. its steve and alex and herobrine. i know i know i deserve a nobel prize for inventiveness <33 anyways alex’s mind is the Nether, steve’s is the Overworld, and herobrine’s is the End.

- actually when they dream, they manifest in their respective dimension as their avatars, explaining why the people of the world know of the existence of the gods. time works differently between where they live their lives and where my world is, so dreams happen centuries apart. The last recorded dream was a literal millenia ago, so we’re long overdue for another one at the time of the adventure (stephen is probably just doing an all-nighter to make alex something he think’s she’ll like). Also, Herobrine is the only lucid dreamer among the three.

- While reality bends to their will while they dream, the one thing they can’t do while dreaming is freely traverse between dimensions (eachothers’ psyches). They must do so like every other ‘mortal’ does, through portals. This allows them to explore eachothers’ mindscapes, though Herobrine is the only one aware he’s doing it.

- Herobrine is the only one with an always consistent avatar. Steve (Stephen) usually appears as the tanned bearded himbo we all know and love, and Alex usually appears as the cool redheaded girlboss we all know and love, but they can just as easily appear as a little fox or a sentient rock or a massive clump of floating sentient blades.

- magma slime is slime from a slime monster that lives in the lava oceans of the Nether. magma slime is similar to alkali metals in the fact that its highly reactive! in fact, magma slime constantly emits a small amount of heat

- crying obsidian is obsidian that has been treated with magma slime. magma slime emits the perfect amount of heat to react with the obsidian, but not enough to make a fully-fledged portal, so crying obsidian is created. while portals take a creature’s soul and shunt it through the void and into another world, crying obsidian can only attract and temporarily hold a soul (though not if it’s actively trying to escape)

- amethyst is an amazing magical insulator, preventing both primordial mana and refined mana from passing through it at all. tinted glass is often used by magic-users of all varieties, and is very useful in isolating mana and mana sources.

- soul jars are made with tinted glass and crying obsidian, and are used to store souls that are to be used in certain spells. theyre most commonly found among illager spellcasters, though they definitely aren’t exclusive to them, and many unsavory casters of other races use souls as well.

- glowstone is incredibly energy dense, and can be alchemically treated with fossil oil to be made into glowcoke, which is often used as a very efficient burnable fuel. And on top of being a very good combustion fuel when treated properly, it emits a constant and very potent amount of primordial mana. Glowstone is unique in the nether in that it contains the least amount of nether-specific primordial mana. Glowstone has aspects of light, warmth, energy, safety, etc.

- you canonically cannot sleep in dimensions that you are not native to in my world, at least not without assistance. in order to sleep in another dimension, you need to be holding or in the vicinity of a respawn anchor.

- normally, when you sleep your soul leaves your body on a tether, and explores in attempt to gather a variety of primordial mana while you sleep. dreams are what your soul senses as it travels. 

- if you attempt to sleep in a dimension you’re not native to, your soul goes out and intakes a massive amount of mana that it is not acclimatized to in the slightest. this normally isnt a problem while you’re awake, as your soul intakes ambient primordial mana slowly enough that its infamiliarity with the mana doesnt affect it. while you are asleep in an unfamiliar dimension, however, your soul gathers so much unfamiliar mana that it attempts to rush back to your body to heal and recover. in effect, this means sleep is impossible except for small hour-long naps.

- if a creature that is non-native to a dimension repeatedly attempts to sleep inside of it, over the course of years their soul will eventually acclimatize to the mana. however, it will de-acclimatize to its previous native dimension. (no cheating for u players and making 300 yr old characters that are native to every dimension. eat my ass nerd.)

- respawn anchors allow creatures to sleep in a dimension that they aren’t native to. they’re made with a shell of crying obsidian that holds a small amount of glowstone, and are usually about the size of one of those huge strawberries that you sometimes find in strawberry baskets. they’re often hooked to travelers’ belts or worn as neck jewelry.

- respawn anchors function by having the crying obsidian draw in and hold the soul in place, while it is slowly drip-fed primordial mana from the glowstone (which it can handle). when the soul is done feeding on primordial mana, it easily leaves the influence of the crying obsidian and goes back to its body.

- respawn anchors like this work for nether and overworld natives, but for End natives you have to use the dust of an eye of ender instead of glowstone, because end natives handle that much better than they do glowstone.

- the ender portal was a dual effort by both overworldian and enderian artificers in an attempt to make a permanent way station between the end and overworld. this is because before it was made, the only way to get to and from the end was to find and convince an enderman with a VERY developed soul to transport you there, because only endemen with very developed souls full of experience can traverse between dimensions at will And good luck finding an enderman in those times, much less convincing one or even communicating with one. handsign was a much less common language at the time since endemen we're such a rare sight before the portal was made. it was only really used in small pockets where people that were deaf or hearing-impaired congregated 

- Before the portals enderman were widely considered to be extremely strong and terrifying creatures with little ability to communicate that eviscerated you if you made eye contact. that was only because of limited communication methods and the fact that the only endemen that people met were basically the pinnacle of their kind, with strength, speed, and magical prowess to match.

- The end portal is comprised of two bits, the fluid and the frame. Both work in tandem to allow for a creature to traverse between the (dimensionally) distant realms of the Overworld and the End.

- The fluid of the portal is a massive pool full of a potion, made with gunpowder so it works on skin contact. the potion manually loosens your soul from your body, allowing for the frame to do its job.

- The frame of the portal is basically a massive enchanted object. unlike most other enchanted objects, it’s enchanted with the previously mentioned, self-sufficient, and highly intensive/difficult to make kind of enchantment. the one that takes years of constant maintenance to get functioning.  the frame is studded with lapis crystals, and enchanted with highly complex enchantments that forcefully shunt your soul through the void and straight to the corresponding portal in the End.

- The frame of the portal needs a constant feed of primordial mana to function, hence the 12 eyes of ender required for the portal to catalyze. ender pearls naturally contain massive amounts of mana from the end, so to be made into eyes they must be collected and heated until they form a pitch black core in their center (causing it to look like a magic eyeball, hence its name). The heating physically changes the pearl to condense the mana further, while also allowing the mana to be trickled out as it condenses, then fed into the portal frame enchantment

- As detailed in another post, one must drown themselves in the portal liquid to traverse between the End and Overworld. if you were to open your eyes while submerged and drowning, you’d see an infinite starscape with a red speck in the distance. in front of you would be a purple speck speeding towards you, while a green speck fades behind you (or vice versa if travel is from the end to the overworld). Researchers propose that this is you sensing things from your soul as it is forced to another dimension.

That’s all for now! Gotta work on fleshing out human society, thinking out an explanation on how some miscellaneous items and phenomena work, working on the underwater people i came up with the other day, and also writing down the actual racial traits of copper golems and snow golems

(copper and snow golems very intelligent and i decided they should be playable cuz i know a few of my players would love to be what is functionally a funny magic robot <3)

[yardsards]

i cleaned my room today and am really proud of myself :D