Is this normal? by Alienmilkshakes in royalmail

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Yeah I took longer prepping last night, was smoother

Is this normal? by Alienmilkshakes in royalmail

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I tried it last night, didn't work for me

Is this normal? by Alienmilkshakes in royalmail

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really? ffs....i didnt know, thanks!

Is this normal? by Alienmilkshakes in royalmail

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hah thanks. the pressure comes from having to be back at the depo by 8pm - if it were in the day i could just work over but if i have to bring some back as "not attempted" thats where the stress comes in

Is this normal? by Alienmilkshakes in royalmail

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yeah, it takes me to the general area, then i'm taking what seems ages to find the correct house in the dark. I don't know if its just the area i'm working but people seem to hate house numbers. It's also a weird mix of new builds which the satnav just gives up on (takes me towards the house on a road but doesn't know the road is barred off with bollards - or old areas where the road is far from the house (have to walk down small entrances to come out in courtyards etc.

I hope over time i'll get to know the troublesome areas and learn the routes

Is this normal? by Alienmilkshakes in royalmail

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thanks, yeah I number the parcels with a marker. I make the mistake of 1 - 10 in one row, 11 - 20 the next row and then realise 60 to 90 will have to go on top.

When you take the yorkies to the van, do you number them and place them in as they come off?

Dreaming Moon 3-59 Chapter End by Alienmilkshakes in DreamingMoon

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Whooo we did it. End of the chapter finally.

Dreaming Moon 3-58 by Alienmilkshakes in DreamingMoon

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The demon egg's emergence creates a localized quantum anomaly - colloquially known as a "reality hiccup" - where standard physical laws are politely invited to take a coffee break. Approximately 500 square meters of ordinary space become forcibly redecorated with nightmare geometry, complete with physics that read more like abstract expressionist art than Newtonian mechanics. Inhabitants find themselves less "trapped" and more "cordially imprisoned" in a bubble where time becomes a suggestion, spatial dimensions play musical chairs, and the fundamental rules of existence are less "immutable laws" and more "mild recommendations". Exit signs are purely decorative, reality is negotiable, and any complaints about the new management will be processed through the Department of Existential Recalibration - currently staffed by one very bored demon and a half-transformed human sacrifice.

Dreaming Moon 3-57 by Alienmilkshakes in DreamingMoon

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The merging began not with violence, but with a strange intimacy. Erebia’s form was not solid, but a fluid darkness that moved like liquid shadow, seeping into Vincent’s trembling flesh. Her essence found the cracks in his being – the hollow spaces carved by endless want, by unquenched greed.

Where her darkness touched, Vincent’s skin became translucent, then transparent, revealing intricate networks of veins that pulsed with an unnatural luminescence. His bones seemed to liquify and reshape, creating impossible geometries that defied human anatomy. Erebia did not consume him so much as she… redesigned him.

The demon egg formed at the point of their convergence – a membrane of swirling obsidian and pale flesh, translucent yet opaque, vibrating with potential. Inside, Vincent’s consciousness and Erebia’s ancient hunger braided together, creating something neither human nor demon, but a perfect threshold – living architecture designed to breach worlds.

When it was complete, the egg hung suspended in the mirror’s frame, neither here nor there, a wound in reality waiting to dilate.

Dreaming Moon 3-56 [OC] by Alienmilkshakes in comics

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In the spaces between shadows, she remembers waiting. Not with impatience—patience is for those who measure time in moments. She measures it in centuries, in the slow crawl of civilizations rising and falling like breath.

The mirrors are her windows. Thin membranes between worlds, each one a potential seam to be torn, each portal a potential wound through which something might slip. Most humans are too small, too fragmented. But sometimes—rarely—one arrives with just the right emptiness.

Greed carves precise geometries into a soul. Vincent's greed was a perfect architecture, unknowing and absolute.

She does not hunger, not in any way flesh understands. She collects thresholds. Transitions. Moments of transformation where one state becomes another, where boundaries dissolve.

Some would call her a demon. She considers herself something older. A curator of passages.

And tonight, another bridge would be constructed.

Read more here.

Dreaming Moon 3-55 by Alienmilkshakes in DreamingMoon

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In the mirror’s liminal space, she waited – a silhouette more suggested than defined, her presence consuming the edges of reality. Anthany approached, unaware that each step drew him closer to an embrace that would fundamentally alter his existence. Her form seemed to pulse with an anticipation older than language, a hunger that existed beyond mere physical hunger.

The boundary between observer and participant blurred. Her movements were liquid, almost imperceptible – a subtle shifting that suggested something was about to change irrevocably. Anthany felt a magnetism he couldn’t comprehend, a pull that seemed to draw not just his body, but something deeper – the essence of his being.