#*company she ran

[deoidesign]

I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.

I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.

This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.

When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.

And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.

It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.

If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.

[d7kyoshi]

This is it. This is the dynamic.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

I am returned! Crazy things happened on hiatus, and here is a play-by-play:

Spent the bulk of September with our dogs at my great-aunt's lake cottage (which is a 15-hr drive from here), due to the abundance of birthdays this month.

Shortly after arriving, I got a cold from my sister, which as per usual, turned into bronchitis, which lasted the entirety of the vacation (I still have the cough).

Around midnight on the eve of our departure, I had a gallbladder attack (first one since early spring).

Except it was way worse. Like, I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't even cry.

Called 911, got in the ambulance, and the pain suddenly vanished in the space of a minute.

The wee mountain hospital didn't have imaging equipment beyond a CT scan and the Dr. was like "If the pain is gone, you shouldn't expose yourself to that much radiation" (which I appreciated)

My labs were normal, so we conclude this must've been the passing of the gallstone. Big, if true.

I take hydrocodone and we all go to sleep.

In the morning, my mom and sister pack my stuff for me and my parents and I drive the 15 hours back home so that dad can make it to a job interview the next day.

During the last 45 minutes of the journey, my mom's very very old & frail chihuahua experiences a sharp decline in his already poor constitution.

I'm knocked out on hydrocodone, but my dad is up all night with the dog, and in the morning, he takes him to the vet to be put down.

My mom is devastated, this dog was adopted to be her bedside companion during chemo twelve years ago.

My dad's interview goes well.

I still have bronchitis.

Two days later, my sister (who stayed longer at the lake house to clean up) drives back to her home in Southern GA, but for hurricane Helene reasons, the highway is closed and she gets lost.

She finally makes it home to find her power is out, for hurricane Helene reasons (it's still out)

Three days later (last night), I have another brutally painful attack (clearly I'd NOT passed the stone), so my parents drive me to the ER.

Am able to get an ultrasound there, which confirms I still have either many gallstones or one huge one, but my labs are still normal.

Unfortunately, this makes sense because I underwent some rapid drastic weight loss after my attack in the spring.

ER Dr. thinks my pain is instead being caused by gastritis for genetic reasons (which reminded my mom that as a teenager she passed out at work from gastritis).

He prescribes me a trio of gastritis drugs.

I'll be going to a trusted functional medicine doctor next month because my dad got the job (an amazingly good job, praise God) and we can afford it at last. My hope is that this Dr. can point to causes beyond genetics for the gastritis and also get rid of the stones once and for all, even if that means going on Ursodiol.

My dad's new job requires him to move to the Middle East in three weeks.

Oh, and my personal Instagram account (which was about to become the cornerstone of my small business) was inexplicably terminated during my hiatus and I have no means of getting it back besides writing to the state Attorney General.

[mothhuuny]

limbus company au where instead of fighting to the death, all conflicts are solved via roller derby. "limbus company" is actually a travelling roller derby group with dante as their coach. do they know a single thing about roller derby? nope! thats not stopping them, though!

[zipmode]

no kids on the ship. wellll i will make an exception because he looks very polite.

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?

Evidence below the cut!

Stella isn't mean, but speaks without thinking. She is the loudest of the main characters and others perceive her as "excessive". She's doing poorly at school, despite being intelligent. She's shown having short attention span. Her room is disorganised.

[sqlmn]

Art I did during my break but don't wanna post on main but you know what. I like Levi and Richard (and Arienne the redhead).

Basically, Levi and Richard go to school together, Richard decides to go by the name Richard and the only person to without question go along with "I'm a boy now" is Levi who calls him Dick. And then gets into fist fights with boys that don't call him Richard. So Richard falls pretty much in love in school then his parents divorce and he moves away.

Many years later (10+) Richard meets Levi again and it's very much nothing grand. Levi overhears Richard introducing himself to someone and is like "lmao Dick? You work here now? Sucks to be you" and Richard is immediately 'I love him so much I hate myself for how easily I give up all dignity for him' but yeah. They work in different departments so Levi does more behind the scenes stuff while Richard talks to clients and is very social.

And their coworkers in both departments love Richard because he's such a nice guy and Levi's department hates Levi a lot cause he's an asshole. (then stuff happens that would require a tw blah blah blah) So after a month of Levi not being at work he returns and Richard immediately goes over to the department to check on him and he's just. Incredibly mellow. No cussing and no cockiness and worst of all, he's being called Richard which is very much not correct from Levi. So he points it out that no one else calls him Dick and if he had a problem with it he would have said something by now so hey, maybe don't suddenly change the entire friendship on your own. (So Levi texts him later to say "sorry for being a dick, Dick" and Richard is v happy and content with that turn out)

Richard is honestly tragically created out of spite for the fact I saw a name IRL and I know that the state that I live in would in fact NOT have someone that intentionally funny and trans so I have to make my own funny trans guy to fill the void.

[wedonthavemanydays]

[beefjerkybuffoon]

Welcome to the Bronze Sea, Ishmael

[dragonaqe]

no bc ableism goes so crazy

[mosspapi]

My "legally not allowed to drive a car" status also applies to Lethal Company, for those who may be curious

[lilrobinbird]

Mmmmm thinking about how Kyoshi and the flying opera company kept in touch after the events from the second book

Because she didn't reach out to them until the finale, I think that'd change later or at least for a while, then she'll get busy and it's gonna be just the same as in the second book until one day they somehow reunite again

(But I'm too tired speak with sense, anyone has any headcanons for them?🙏)

Edit: added some hcs and thoughts in a reblog

[drbtinglecannon]

I still can't get over the fact that Korsica was the head of security, right, and the entire reason you needed to reason with her was because she was the only department head that didn't have all of her passwords on a fucking thumb drive like every other one did, and you needed all of the department heads' passwords to shut down Spectra, so you had to get her to tell you what hers was because she didn't foolishly write it down like the others did, which ultimately led to her joining your team, but then you get to the end of the game and

Her password...

Was just "password"

Head of Security.

"Password".

I love her.

[cherryxblossomsx]

t: burn my tongue, mix it up or give it to me straight. Turn me on make say..... || @andrxasmarty

The funny thing about post partum was when she managed to get her own confidence back. If anyone asked her when it happened, she'd say she had no idea but today she was glad she had her confident self back. And the first order of business was to wake her handsome husband up the way she knew he had missed since having kids. With the girls and their son over at his sister's, she was free to let her wild nature out. She took a peek out her bathroom door to make sure he was still asleep. She closed the door again and made sure her lipstick hadn't stained and perfected her cat eye already knowing Andy enjoyed when she'd make her green eyes pop. Satisfied with her look she took another quick glance at her outfit and let out a content sigh. The sight of the silky garment made her smirk and made her way out to the room.

A melodic song came from her even though he was the one who had the singing chops and the musical talent, she knew when she sang he'd turn to putty. He was after all asking her to sing more often. Now was a good a time as ever.

She let the silky red lace number graze through her fingers as she stalked her prey. Sometimes a little nudge was all that was needed. A gentle whisper unfurled like soft sin inside the inner shell of his ear. A smirk crossed over her features as that had him stirring. Her fingers touched his skin and that had ignited lightening to strike nearby which charged the air. Her eyes glanced down at the fine golden hairs along Andy's arm rise and noticed how heavily he was breathing. She hadn't even done anything yet and he was already putty in her hands.

Di fell sideways on the bed as she nibbled the side of his neck and rested her forehead against his. Her lips worked their way down his neck, making him gasp when she hit that spot. She couldn’t see the smile he placed against her skin, but she was damn sure it was smug. She was about to call him out on it when he applied a little suction back. After that she couldn’t remember what she’d been about to say; let alone think about chastising him for breaking the contact rule.

That was until he said it, that is. Said it in that low, sexy way that made her knees entirely useless and her brain short circuit. ❛Diana. ❜ His teeth scraped the soft spot just across her clavicle, one of her weaker spots he was well attuned to. God, if she didn't have a plan already in motion she'd have made this the catalyst for said plan. She forgot to breathe. His kisses were so damn intense they actually shut off her entire system.

She licked his bottom lip, and with a content gasp coming from her, he slipped his tongue inside. Andy's mouth was warm, wet and hot. Their tongues danced together to a slow, melodic rhythm, with Di in the lead. Sleek and smooth movements, tongues greeting palates and teeth clanking together - it was everything and more.

Andy's hands traveled down her sides, tenderly gliding along her curvy figure. Her supple breasts pressed against his chest captured his attention, and when he squeezed them lightly, he earned a stifled moan from his wife. "Andreas," she mumbled into the open-mouthed kiss. "Fuck," She found herself shamelessly grinding, the soft fabric of the lacy number pressing against them in just the right ways. Their hips were moving together, grinding, and seeking more friction. Diana mewled into Andy"s mouth from the pleasure.

"Andreas, " She began, voice breathless and hoarse, eyes gleaming with something unknown, yet strangely familiar. Andy bit his lip enticingly and gestured for her to go on. "I want you." Her hand wandered down between them, clumsy, drowsy, but overall teasing movements steadily trailing behind her fingertips. "Wanna feel you, Andreas." Those nimble fingers of hers traced the outline of his boxers damp where the tip was pressing uncomfortably against it. Andy reduced his voice to a small whisper. He was now breathing against Diana's neck again, whose skin was a midtone complexion, dark and tempting.

As he dug his fingernails deeper into the skin, he replaced the faded scratches that sheltered the curve of her back. The burning streaks were divine in their own wretched ways.

Diana was breathing irregularly, with occasional low grunts of pleasure. He crawled down her body, unintentionally scrunching up the duvet at their feet. He planted featherlight kisses alongside gis wife's collarbone until he reached the loose strings of her lacy number. He hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled downwards. His mouth watered at the sight. He leisurely wrapped his calloused fingers around the base, leaned in, and kissed her chest. His lips were dry, the texture kindling this intense feeling of eros in Diana.

He curved his tongue and pressed it flush against the underside of her breasts. A mischievous flick over the nub and she was whining like a cur in the jarring cold. Andy circled his tongue over the underside of the other breast, right where it met in the middle. She lit up with pleasure. " please," she urged. "More."

Diana was very vocal during sex, and he loved it - loved how a simple touch or movement made her shiver and shake with pleasure, not to mention how responsive she was. She never missed a beat on praising him, purring sweet nothings in his ear or touching his back. So, naturally, as soon as he complied to the request, taking the nub into his mouth and sucking lightly. He swirled his tongue around it, obscene sounds filling the air, enveloping them completely. She brought her trembling hand down to grip his hair, tugging at a handful of strands. Andy moaned around her supple breasts eagerly like they were the last meal on earth.

Oral with them was always messy but it did give her hope that with him letting loose here and now, like he was a man desperate to find water in a hot desert, that it meant he was more than willing to cater to her needs.

[whompthatsucker1981]

guess who just had her first bee encounter now

[masquenoire]

How did the model react to Roman retaliating against his parents? How did he handle that?

Circe loved it, though didn't openly show her joy when Roman fought back. The two had been having a secret relationship for years right under the noses of his parents, back when Circe was old enough to begin work as a model and Roman still a young teenager smitten with the first positive attention somebody gave him. She held Roman back from beating his parents to a bloody pulp, knowing that being convicted of murder would result in him being heavily punished by the law therefore losing Janus Comestics since his parents were still the owners of the company. It wasn't out of love or concern for Mr and Mrs. Sionis. Circe been working on wrapping Roman around her little finger for years, knowing his parents would one day replace her with a younger, fresher star once her looks began to fade. Beauty doesn't last forever and, in the world of fashion, there are always beautiful women to be found much like one would find plenty of fish in the sea. She loved the money and fame, the ease of her work in only needing to look beautiful to keep a healthy paycheck coming in. She knew it wouldn't last forever, but it could last longer perhaps, if Roman took over Janus Cosmetics and she became his partner. Circe pretended she was remorseful after the incident, that she'd end the relationship with their son once she had seen him out. Unable to bear losing their top model just yet, Mr. and Mrs. Sionis bought her lies and it was all Circe needed to enact the next stage of her plan. Roman hated his parents, she'd known for years but that night, his willingness to acquiesce to her words was the sign she needed to know he'd go to any lengths to please her and concocted a plan with him the morning after. The next night, the family home of the Sionis's burned down with his parents somehow having become trapped in the blaze. Smoke inhalation was thought to be the cause of their deaths, although their bodies had been burned too badly by the fire for pathologists to tell for certain. Circe provided Roman with an alibi and, although he had not been officially named as heir, ownership of Janus Cosmetics fell to him anyway due to being next of kin, a legal process that would be finalized by the time he was 18. Circe was very pleased with how everything had turned out, and while perhaps it happened a little sooner than she'd have liked, everything went according to plan, at least for a few more years until trouble hit Janus Cosmetics.