I am hoping this is going to amount to nothing by being able to talk some sense into whoever comes to inspect my fridge, by showing them that my pets cannot cause the damage or harm that the lease specifically restricted. But if I can't, it'll be a cascading spiral of things I just can't deal with.
Apparently the owner deciding to take direct control over the management here means he's cracking down on every little petty infraction, mostly just to issue violations to charge fines to get money I must reiterate this is supposed to be LOW INCOME HOUSING More than ever I just want to be raptured
My landlords just now decided to be offended by my pets and issued me a "get rid of your reptiles in 12 days or get evicted" violation notice. Despite having lived here for 10 years and going through every compliance inspection with their tanks in clear view. It was NEVER ONCE a problem. Now it is.
People coming into the Asian market I work at and asking for big brand name western products they can get at big chains literally a few blocks away is big Joker energy (except they also get angry when we say we don't)
No problem, and no rush!
It's funny how the nictitating membrane goes up when they lunge. Like "possible flanking attack imminent, engaging eye shields", but it has the side-effect of making them look possessed.
Still rough passes that might not hold, but I need a starting basis for forming full mental images that deviate from the original, simplistic art style. There's still time, especially with the anniversary coming up on the 22nd, but if the 'community' continues to play keep-away, then welp.
I must reiterate that I never intend to publish any headworld material that's obviously fanwork. My headworld is just that; the world in my head that I visit to escape the real world. I just enjoy filling it with things that get my mind going; as such, I adopt a lot of my dead-end headcanons.
Being met with complete indifference or straight up hostility in the already nearly nonexistant Disc Room fandom is pretty much an RSD death sentence. If nobody can prove to me that I'm not wasting their time (and my own time) by continuing to work with it, I'm just taking what I made home with me.
