#Hopefully you enjoy at least some of them!

[ghostybat]

was wondering if you had any jondami/damijon fanfic recommendations?

Oh boy do I

I'll go ahead and list some that I've recently read, one that I'm currently reading, and just some of my favorites

Recently read:

Spidey Senses by shaobaopeaches

In which Jon’s spider senses repeatedly failed him, and in which Damian is a little shit.

Or

Damian’s brothers find out that not only is he dating his childhood best friend, but also that he’s dating Metropolis’s friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

(this one is actually so cute it quickly became one of my favorites, Jon as spider-man is such a concept and I absolutely love it)

The Man Who Stands To Lose You by fishfingersandjellybabies

It wasn’t possible. That had to be it. This wasn’t real. He was having a nightmare, because this wasn’t possible.

Damian's heartbeat had never stopped before.

(amazing writing, you can absolutely feel the distress and yearning that Jon is going through in this one. It's so soft yet so angsty at the same time, that is the best way I can describe this one lol)

i would know him blind by andthentheybow

Damian’s not particularly worried about the fact that he’s in free-fall, because he’s called Jon’s name and he knows Jon will catch him.

(short, sweet, and soft what more could you ask for. Just Jon catching Damian from falling and then him just needed a minute in his arms)

Currently reading:

Belladonna by rosetealatte

There was something about Jon that set him apart from his father and brother. He was born with all the same abilities as the other two, born with the same black curly hair, born with the same DNA. Only thing was… he came across as very antisocial. Not in the cute-nerdy-awkward way, but the way where he genuinely didn’t care about others and their feelings. Didn’t care about how he could devastate someone with the sheer might of his awesome power. Didn’t care that a thug didn’t deserve death and that there was a weight to different crimes. Criminals were criminals and he was bred to do justice.

or the fanfic where Jonathan Kent makes Damian Wayne his whole life.

(this has actually been a really fun read for me, it's been really good so far and I'm anticipating to see where it goes!)

Some favorites (I'm only listening three and they're all collections cus we'd be here all day otherwise):

ABO Jondami by grayqueen

Connected and unconnected ABO JonDami

(now before we get into it there is nothing explicit but there is some mature content but other that I.love.this.series. I personally don't read a lot of omegaverse but this is it for me. The author also has a lot of other jondami works that I really like too so check those out also!)

Navigating Life by nxghtwxng

A series of DamiJon works in which Damian learns how to make friends.

(this one probably gets recommended a lot but if you read it you'll understand why. Love me a good Jon and Damian college au and this is it. Writing is great, the banter is great, Jon and Damian feel like a genuine couple it's amazing. The author again has a lot of other works that I also like that make me feel incredibly soft)

Oh, Your Good Lovin' (Did Something to Me) by VeryImpressive

This is where my connected pieces of Jon Kent and Damian Wayne will be placed.

All of them that are published, and will be published eventually, are connected. They can be read at any point, but however long it grows, the narrative will be linear.

(now what can I say about this series other than the fact that it is just sexy and I don't mean that just because it does have some explicit content, no I mean that the writing in itself is sexy. The way that this author writes sexual tension is so delicious, I love it. And yes Jon and Damian are of age in this series so no worries lol)

[clockwayswrites]

Danny In Metropolis, ch3 p4

(Wow this still needs a real title.) Masterpost This isn't read over, I'm just... so very fatigued, but hopefully you enjoy.

Lois turned and pushed Clark to head towards the kitchen with the pie. “So Danny, what part of the Midwest are you from?”

Danny rubbed at the back of his neck as he followed. “That obvious?”

“Well, I did marry a Midwesterner,” Lois said. “I may know what to look for.”

“Oh, yeah. I never really thought of us being that unique but moving here has sure been an experience. And Illinois, Miss Lois.”

“Chicago or…?”

“Oh, no. A place called Amity Park. It’s not known for much other than being the most haunted city in America.”

“Most haunted city in America?” Clark repeated. He set down the pie and turned back to Danny and Kon.

Not for the first time, Kon was struck by how big Clark looked in the tiny kitchen. It always bothered Kon for a reason he could never place.

“Yep, that’s what they claim at least. It’s actually a bit of a tourist draw these days, especially around summer and Halloween. They have a summer scare fest and everything these days.”

“Did growing up there make you a skeptic or do you believe in ghosts all the more?” Lois asked.

“Well, I don't think it's so much about Amity. We live in a world with heroes, with aliens and gods and lab experiments. I guess I don't see a reason the be a skeptic with all of that,” Danny said. Then he ducked his head as if his nerves hit him all at once. “Just, um, how I see it. Plus Amity is pretty convincing.”

“You’ve got a point, kid,” Lois agreed.

Clark sighed. “No, honey.”

“What?”

“I know that look, you’re thinking of a story,” Clark said, “or how to steal a slice of the pie before dinner. Either way, no.”

Lois crossed her arms with a petulant little pout.

Clark had a little smile as he pressed a kiss to Lois’ temple. “Danny is a guest and brought the pie as a gift.

“Let’s grab some sodas and escape while we can,” Kon said.

“I’ll remember this when you’re in love and ridiculous,” Lois said, “just you wait.”

Kon paused in handing Danny a drink. “Okay, coming from you that is slightly terrifying.”

Lois smiled. “I know. Take some snacks if you want, but don’t spoil your dinner.”

Kon rolled his eyes. “There’s pie, of course I’m not going to spoil my dinner.”

“Says the teenage boy,” Clark said with a chuckle. He did pass Kon a bag of chips though. “Are you going to work in the living room or yours?”

“Mine. My notes are in there,” Kon said. He snagged the wasabi peas and jellybean also.

“I’ll call you two down a bit before dinner and I’ll look over what you have.”

“Thank you, Miss Lois,” Danny said as he tried to juggle the things that Kon was handing him.

“You’re welcome, Danny,” Lois said with that smile that Kon didn’t trust.

Kon snagged Danny’s hand and pulled him out of the kitchen.

“Have fun!” Clark called after them. “Leave your—ow! What?”

“Let them…” whatever else Lois said Kon worked very hard not to hear as he led them up two sets of stairs and into his room.

[pocketsizedquasar-3]

[ID: 6 panels of a digitally drawn comic showing Daggoo doing twist-outs into Pip’s hair. Pip looks a little nervous through the process, with a warm & encouraging Daggoo, and by the end of it he looks at his reflection with surprised joy. More detailed IDs for each panel in alt.]

i finally finished what i was working on for @creatingblackcharacters’ Black History Month Challenge!

so for those who don’t know, for a few years now i’ve been working on adapting Moby Dick into a webcomic. as you might imagine, a text written by a white man in 1851 is oftentimes Very Racist with how it treats its characters of color, and this very much includes its Black characters, of which there are two of note in the cast, Daggoo and Pip. there are parts of the original text in which Melville tries (and even sometimes doesn’t completely fail) to say poignant things or critiques about racism in the text (and much of the text does very explicitly and intentionally deal w/ racism and racialized dynamics, something literally 99% of adaptations ignore), but for the most part, his nonwhite characters are flat, stereotypical, often violent, racist caricatures.

and i won’t get too much into that here (god knows i’ve rambled at LENGTH abt all of this many times & i will many more), because the point of this challenge is to share art about Black joy, but suffice to say that! I am doing my best to intentionally engage with the race & racism of the original text, whether it’s for characters of my own racial identity that Melville bastardizes (like Fedallah), or those of others (like his Black characters, Daggoo and Pip, and his Indigenous characters, and so on). It’s important to me not only to be in conversation with and to challenge Melville’s racism in my work, but also to allow these characters to be more than the one note racist stereotypes Melville writes them as.

So!!! that’s some long winded context, but here’s Daggoo doing Pip’s hair for him and showing him how! I’m extremely fond of Pip getting to be loved and cared for by others of the crew, especially the harpooners (of whom Dag is one). i just think Pip deserves his comically large number of dads who will care for him and make him feel safe and shelter him from the absolute Horror that is 19th century American Whaling (and the Horror that is their white crewmates!). i just think this little Black boy deserves love and joy 😭😭 and i think Daggoo deserves to be a soft, gentle caregiver who can give that to him.

I have lots more thoughts about this and about them and about their hair which i may expand on under a cut or in the tags, but because this is already getting so long!:

to my Black viewers, and my Black readers, you belong in classic literature spaces! you deserve to see yourselves represented thoughtfully and carefully in the ‘canon’ of literature, and to challenge when you aren’t, and be supported in your critiques! your contributions to both literature as a whole (whether “classic” or otherwise) and to literary analysis and critique are invaluable and irreplaceable, both when you discuss the racism in these works and spaces and when you engage in any other kind of analysis or creation. And I want you to be able to enjoy stories of all kinds without people brushing aside your existence or pretending your concerns are invalid or don’t matter because ~it’s a great classic!~ or ~it was a different time.~ your voices and your creations and your art matter.

& on the smallest scale, i hope at least to bring you a little bit of joy. 

I'm tagging some of my art friends! I know the lateness of this in the month means it’ll be hard for anyone to probably do anything of their own for the challenge, but hopefully y’all can still check out & support all the lovely art that’s already been made for this!! @coulson-is-an-avenger @fricklefracklefloof @layalu @brainwormterrarium @seaflying-fliptuna @rootscorrode @holocephal1 and anyone else who wants to!!

& thank you to Ice for making this wonderful challenge, and thank you for all the lovely, incredible work you do on @creatingblackcharacters. truly a blessing to this world 💖💖

anyway, some more notes, because i can’t help rambling:

i referenced a lot of images & videos of people doing twist outs for this but i wanna shout out the video i watched and rewatched and paused and zoomed in on the Most; it’s by kbmaria on YouTube and called “Twist Out on Short TWA 4C Hair | Big Chop Hairstyles”!! def go check her out :]

i loved looking up 1800s hair combs (and afro picks, though it seems they were all just called ‘combs’) & 1800s sleep bonnets for this! the details of the bonnets kind of got lost in simplification (they really do just look like modern ones but with more lace!) but drawing them and the comb was still fun. i also was looking up specifically a lot of Black hair care history and there is some really cool stuff about the original invention and spread of the hot comb (used for straightening hair) and Black people’s role in that (there’s again more i could get into but i won’t right now but do look it up if you’re interested! the library of congress has a good presentation article with sources about Black hair care history. much of it is later the timeline that’s relevant to these characters in particular, but still very interesting!)

i always defaulted to giving Daggoo an Afro when i designed him (mainly because he’s described with one in the book). over recent years, i’ve definitely thought more about this decision and about whether/how to incorporate different hairstyles into representing him. whaling is a…unique situation—long, long stretches of time (we’re talking months) of extreme lethargy with no tasks to do punctuated by unpredictable short bursts (days to weeks at a time) of incredibly high intensity, life threatening, and laborious work. it leaves lots of time to do more complicated, time-intensive hairstyles (which his hair definitely could benefit from in an environment where he’s getting very sweaty, sea-salty, and wet frequently!), but any of that time could be interrupted at any moment; it’s impossible to Plan for when the whale hunts happen and put your hair in a more protective style ahead of time. i don’t really have a specific answer to this yet, but it’s smthn i’m thinking about a lot and researching a lot! visual historical references we have (that i’ve seen at least) of Black sailors of this time tend to have their hair natural and short-cropped (which is how Pip keeps his), but i def want to draw more hairstyles on Dag at different points.

in any case, i do love the idea of him doing Pip’s hair for him (even if the style will be Very temporary due to the nature of their work — he’ll probably get wet very soon 😔) and showing him how to do different ones. starting with something maybe a little easier to do (like this twist out) and maybe showing more complex ones as time goes on.

as far as hair moisturizers go, ive also done a good amount of reading over the years of what kinds of hair moisturizers were available at diff time periods (did you know lots of victorian women used egg washes in their hair to keep it moisturized? i didn’t). i like to think that Dag keeps his own personal stash of natural oil of some kind — he may have access to coconut oil/cedarwood oil/smthn like that. and if he’s ever in a pinch, apparently whale oil is a fine hair moisturizer! and was even used in cosmetics in the 20th century! so hey. got plenty of that around lmao

i think that’s all i have to say for now lmao. thank you again Ice for making this challenge 💖💖

[allthingswillpass4gnomes]

Jayce approached the feral Viktor with caution, setting his hands lightly on the other man’s shoulders. “C’mon, Vik, let’s not - “

“I wasn’t finished!” Viktor snarled out, “This bastard - “ and he shoved the mirror so hard it spun on its axis, hitting him on the head.

Mel barely avoided snorting wine up her nose. Plopping on the couch she wiped away tears, hoping that between Viktor’s swearing and Jayce’s panic neither of them could hear her laughing. She eventually recovered enough to be useful, wrapping some ice from the ice bucket in a handkerchief.

“Here, here darling,” Still giggling she handed the bundle to Viktor, now flopped in Jayce’s arms. Jayce took it from her and set it against the growing bruise on Viktor’s forehead. Viktor made a sound between a purr and a growl, and fell further into Jayce.

Jayce, near ready to cry again, dragged Viktor over to the couch and lay him down, kneeling beside him. With the air of a deathbed attendant he took Viktor’s hand and leaned in so close their noses almost brushed.

“Vik, buddy you okay?”

Viktor frowned, opened his eyes, and looked deeply into Jayce’s eyes.

“Janna’s tits Jayce did you brush your teeth this morning your breath is awful.”

Mel did her best to collapse gracefully, legs shaking with laughter. Jayce likewise seemed affirmed of Viktor’s health, if his affectionate “Like yours smells any better Mister Thinks-Hes-So-Sneaky-With-His-Cigarettes” was anything to go by. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself sitting on the floor by the other end of the couch, Jayce now looking to her.

“So…yeah I think it’s this guy’s bedtime.” His smile faded a little. “I - we - had an amazing time tonight, but I don’t want to intrude on your hospitality - “

“Intrude?” What was he talking about?

“Well, it’s getting late, and now that we’ve got the clothes situation straightened out, I guess it’s time for me and V to go home.”

“It’s not that late, you can stay a little more - “

“Mel it’s almost midnight?”

Mel couldn’t rebut this in time, leaving Viktor to intervene.

“Jackass,” he rumbled, muffled by the pillow against his face. “She doesn’t want you to leave, she wants you to spend the night and sleep with her.”

“Viktor!”

“Seriously, she laughed off you ruining her dress, she’s invited you over for dinner twice now, she’s had her hands all over you tonight playing dress up, how many more hints do you need?”

“She invited both of us over Vik, both times, if she was only interested in me why’d she invite both of us?”

“You invited me over the first time, without Miss Medarda’s input.” Viktor’s voice grew bitter. “And Miss Medarda was too polite to ask that you exclude me, so she has simply accepted me along for what was clearly meant to be a date night.” Viktor pushed himself up to sitting. “Miss Medarda I thank you for your hospitality tonight. Just give me some time to change back and I’ll be out of the way - “

“But Vik - “ Jayce was now rising unsteadily to his feet.

“Gentlemen.”

Both of the men paused, looked to her. She sobered herself up, summoned her remaining lucidity. Moments like this were where she was supposed to shine - to propose, to negotiate, to win over with words. Surely requesting two men to stay over was within her power.

“Let’s make tonight a sleepover party.”

Or maybe not.

But at least the two hadn’t left yet, which gave Mel time to think. “Jayce you’re right, it is late, but I’ve enjoyed myself immensely tonight too. I’ve enjoyed having you both here.” She set her hand on Viktor’s knee, let her hand brush the metal of the brace. A risky gambit, but hopefully the casual intimacy would emphasize her words. “And I would love for us all to spend more time together like this.” She looked between the two of them, both of them seeming as uncertain as she felt.

“I would…appreciate it if you both spent the night so we could plan and discuss more clearly in the morning.”

The words were far too vague and loaded for her liking, but this late and this drunk wasn’t the time for talking things out. At the very least she wanted to show the door was open for both of them.

Jayce’s face went from uncertain to pleading as he turned to Viktor. Viktor looked back, his catlike features now turned sphinx. Finally he nodded.

“Very well if you both insist. I suppose you have suitable guest rooms in this manse, Miss Medarda.”

Mel paused. Sending them to a guest room felt too formal, and inviting them into her bed too forward - genius struck.

“Let’s make a pillow fort!”

PLEASE READ THIS POST FIRST AND THEN COME BACK! ("GLAZING MEL" PART 1)

In direct response to @allthingswillpass4gnomes 's amazing fanfic addition:

"GLAZING MEL" PART 2:

(Instagram)

[shepscapades]

how do you find songs for your character playlists? is it generally just songs you like to listen to or do you have a process to choose specific songs for each storyline? how do you find/choose them? I’ve really been enjoying listening to the playlists lately!

Omg thank you so much!! Honestly, I very very rarely seek out songs for specific moments for each characters' playlists. More often than not, I will be listening to a batch of new music (my brain can be very picky as to when it's ready to consume new media and new music especially), and I usually just have my ears open for 'which character does this remind me of,' and if a character kinda clicks, 'what moment does this best represent?' and if it's not a perfect match I'll usually try to think of other characters to see if there's a better fit. Sometimes if a song is reaally close to a moment or feeling but not quite perfect, I'll try to re-imagine the events to more closely match the song more, to see if i vibe more with what the song could imply for character relationships, plot-points, etc if i were to keep and use it on the playlist. Sometimes it works and creates a plot point that matches a song like, perfectly, and sometimes I'll just keep a song because it means something verrry specific to me that others wouldn't pick up on without me explaining haha

As far as what new music i listen to, sometimes i'll rely on Spotify's smart shuffle to give me similar-sounding songs for a playlist, other times stuff will hit me while i'm listening to an artists' discography or a random album, or hell a couple of weeks ago i was re-listening to musical albums and got punched in the throat by a couple of songs that ended up being perfect fits for bdubs and 24.

It's not a super reliable system, and it leaves playlists with some big empty chunks (such as, for example, Docs playlist, which has the beginning of s8 and a large chunk of s9 pretty thoroughly covered, but a lot of the meat of s8 is missing, which bothers me because all of that i think is important for his character), but i listen to new music often enough that i'm slotting new songs across my playlists at least a couple of times a week! It's a system that works for me, and i end up putting a good variety of songs onto each playlist since i'm not searching for anything specific for each moment. Hopefully that's helpful!! :D

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Day 25: Standing Vigel

Fandom: SHINee

Sickie: Minho (hangover, stomach ulcer - symptoms are there, they are misread as something else, but that's what it is.)

Caregiver(s): Key

Word Count: 1,355

Notes: Written for a prompt submitted by @kylsstuff. I did my best with it! Hope you enjoy!

“Damn, we didn’t even drink that much,” Kibum scoffed as he walked into his own bathroom to find Minho slumped against the wall. The ailing man groaned as Kibum flicked on the vanity light, writhing in discomfort. “How long have you been in here?”

“God only knows,” Minho whined, scrubbing at his eyes. He smoothed his hair off of his forehead before dropping his hands back down to rest atop his abdomen. “Maybe an hour?”

“Did you throw up?” Kibum’s voice was so nonchalant, his actions even more so as he started going about his normal morning routine, turning on the tap to wash his face. 

“Yeah.”

“Gonna do it again?”

“Probably.” 

Kibum hummed. “Coulda guessed that. You look green in the face.”

“And green is so not my color…”

Kibum snorted at the joke, silently thrilled that Minho was at least feeling well enough to mess around. The hangover couldn’t be that bad, then. But as Kibum watched Minho card his hands through his hair a second time, holding his bangs off of his forehead with the intent to make them stay off of his skin. Minho let out a small noise of frustration when the hair came flopping right back into his face. Kibum felt something terribly similar to pity well up in his chest. He turned off the tap and quickly dabbed at his wet face with a towel before digging around in the drawer for a moment. 

“Come here.” Kibum knelt down and gently grabbed Minho’s chin to turn his head towards him. Tongue slightly poking between his lips, the older man pushed back Minho’s bangs, securing it off of his face with a few clips. “There. Hopefully that feels a little better.”

The relieved look on Minho’s face, the way his entire body seemed to relax from that simple action, said it all. Still, he sighed out a, “It does. Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Kibum grunted for dramatic effect as he pushed back to his feet. Returning to the sink and his skin care routine. Squeezing the proper amount of toner onto a cotton ball, eyes focused on his face in the mirror, Kibum asked, “So, thoughts on our duet concept?”

“In general? I like the concept. But I feel like the song itself is… I don’t know… not us?” Minho shifted, rolling out his shoulders. 

“Yes!” Kibum hit the counter for emphasis. “It feels more like an NCT reject than a SHINee subunit, ya know?”

“Yeah, I agree, but… hang on…” Kibum didn’t even flinch when he heard Minho gag, followed by the horrific sound of vomit hitting water. Kibum did his best to ignore the following sounds of retching, knowing from experience that unless a hungover Minho asked for help, it was best to leave him be until the nausea passed. 

As soon as Kibum heard the toilet flush and the sound of Minho’s back slumping against the wall again, he passed over a paper cup of water and asked, “Guess we got your hair up just in time, huh?”

Minho scoffed and threw back the water. “Your bedside manner is astounding.” He handed the cup back.

Kibum refilled it and placed it back in Minho’s hand. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re in a bathroom, not a bed.”

“Shut up.” Minho groaned, squeezing between his eyes. He grimaced as his hands returned to their important place clutching at his stomach. “I have not been this hungover in years.”

“You can chill here today, if you want,” Kibum offered, looking at Minho out of the corner of his eye, trying to distract from the kindness of the gesture. “I’ve got some Amazing Saturday pre-show prep this morning, and then I was just gonna go to the studio this afternoon, but I can work here and keep you company if you’d like.”

“Nah, no reason to rearrange your schedule for me."

But Kibum was watching as Minho clutched specifically at the right side of his abdomen. “Minho. Can you describe for me how you’re feeling?”

The rapper raised one eyebrow, unamused. “Um, like death?”

Kibum rolled his eyes. “Humor me here. Specifics, please.” 

Minho groaned, tipping his head back as if the very idea of naming his ailments would make them worse. “Well, obviously nausea and vomiting. Stomach pain. Awful headache. Tired and shaky.”

“Tell me about the stomach pain. Describe it.”

Minho filled his cheeks his air, blowing it all out in a puff as he thought. “Burning is probably the best word for it? A burning type of pain right…” He gestured to the center of his stomach, hand veering towards the right side, “over here.”

Kibum bit his lip before pulling out his phone, making a split second decision. Minho watched him warily as Kibum’s fingers tapped the counter with each ring. Finally, he heard a voice on the other end, and quickly replied: “Hi, my friend needs to get to the hospital ASAP. He’s been vomiting for a few hours, and now he’s complaining of pain on his right side.”

“Kibum, I do not-!”

The older man held up a finger to silence Minho’s complaints. That finger quickly turned into him lunging forward, pressing a hand to Minho’s forehead despite the rapper’s attempts to swerve away from his touch. On contact, Minho winced, as if having something against his skin irritated him. Kibum continued: “No, I don’t think he has a fever, but his skin is incredibly clammy and sweaty.” He bit his lip as he waited for the operator at the other end to finish their piece. “Um-hm. No, I don’t think it’s immediately urgent, but I just panicked and needed to call.” Pause. Kibum laughed. “Yes, I agree. Better to be safe than sorry.” Pause. “Yes, I can drive him. We’ll be there in a little bit. Thank you so much.” Kibum hung up the phone and before Minho could get a word in, he was already dialing his manager, who thankfully picked up instantly. “Hey, I’m gonna need you to move my schedule around if possible. Minho’s really sick and I need to take him to the hospital.” A few beats of silence. “That’s what I thought too, but I’m nervous about his appendix.” 

Minho reached to grab the phone from Kibum’s hand, missing by a long shot when the older man leapt to his feet and paced away. Minho moaned, curling his knees to his chest as the last of his energy went into trying to stop Kibum. In truth, he felt wrong. This wasn’t the normal feeling of a hangover. Especially not after the night he’d had; he’d expected maybe a dull headache this morning, but this? There was no way he’d even touched enough alcohol last night to make him feel this horrible. Like his stomach was eating itself alive. And setting everything around it on fire. 

“Okay, Minnie. Let’s get you up and dressed and to the doctor.” Kibum had his hands on his hips, fully in action mode. 

Minho peeked up at him. “You don’t really like it’s my appendix, do you?”

Kibum’s gaze was gentler than Minho had seen it in a while. “I really don’t know, love. But I’d rather be wrong and at the hospital than right and cramped in this tiny bathroom.” He held out both of his hands. “Need a lift?”

Minho nodded, taking Kibum’s hands. As soon as he was on his feet, Minho swayed, the pain in his stomach intensifying now that he wasn’t curled in on himself. He bent forward with a noise of distress, protective arms cradling his abdomen. Kibum’s hands grasped his shoulders, steadying him. But it wasn’t enough to keep Minho from crashing to his knees again, desperately throwing himself back over the toilet before throwing up again from the pain. 

This time, Kibum dropped to his knees and ran a soothing hand up and down Minho’s spine, quietly humming just loud enough for the both of them to hear. This wasn’t hungover Minho they were dealing with anymore. And, thankfully, Minho wouldn’t have to deal with whatever this was alone. Kibum wouldn’t allow it. 

[keets-writing-corner]

I meant to go further with this. lost the brain juice for it, so this is as much as I'll do tbh. Sorry for it's rough nature I had 0 intentions of putting too much effort into this, I knew I didn't want to waste too much time on this so this is what I cranked out in the short amount of time I allowed myself to work on this

Song is "Go" from the gatsby musical

Rant/context below the cut

okay so like, the gatsby musical released it's soundtrack like idk 8 months ago? probably more tbh, I'm too lazy to check dates atm

Gatsby's actor? JEREMY JORDAN, aka Lucifer's va. After the OST was released I was like "surely there will be animatics featuring Lucifer with this any day now" and then nothing happened. Cue like last week and I was like "HOW HAS NOBODY MADE ANYTHING??? GO IS SUCH THE PERFECT SONG FOR SPLITTING UP WITH ADAM OR WHATEVER" and I just kept imagining this whole animatic in my mind, furious that nobody's made it yet, and said "screw it, I know how to draw and make animations on krita. Time to row this boat myself"

So I just began roughing out the chunk of the song I was most invested in until I ran out of motivation to work on it. AKA no longer for fun/pleasure, it'd feel like an obligation, and I've got too many other things I want to work on MORE than an animatic so yeah this is what came out of it. It's rushed, sorry. I have no intentions of cleaning it up, making it go longer or anything, but I needed to get it out of my head for some piece of mind be able to work on other projects XD

Anyways: here are the lyrics for this section in particular, I'll be using the musical's names tho

Gatsby: We don't have to run Gatsby: We're going to face him Gatsby: We'll tell him it's over and leave him behind

Gatsby: We don't have to hide Daisy: You know that I love you Gatsby: to see that's it's over Daisy: Did I say I love you? Daisy: I love you let's go! Daisy: Before I change my mind

Gatsby: If we don't go now Daisy: We might never know Daisy and Gatsby: If we don't go now we might never know Daisy: What this could be Gatsby: What this could be Daisy: Who we really are Gatsby: Who we really are both: gooooooooo

anyways, thank you for coming to my ted talk, sorry this is unfinished and rough, I literally have so many other priorities rn, especially getting my webcomic ready to start posting in march so here

take it TAKE IT

TAKE MY SHITTY ANIMATIC

[milkweedman]

The colors of the copper on blackberry dye seem to have shifted from maroon to a very rich milk chocolate brown--which I will hardly complain about, since that's a hard brown to get. I do hope I get something more permanently reddish/purplish with alum--that's what I'll try next. I'm just waiting for the 9 pounds of raw fleece to arrive.

Last night I carded a lot of that blackberry dyed fleece and then put it on the blending board with about half of the white (which was the previous distaff dressing) as a little stripe to one side. Idk, just curious how it'll turn out and seemed more interesting to spin that way. Carding first definitely helps with consistency--both colors were willowed first and put on the blending board, but only the brown was carded as well, and it is much easier to keep smooth and least kind of even.

The one improvement of this phone camera over my old one is that it has a timer setting, so I can actually show where my hands normally are (sometimes anyway). Fairly comfortable although my distaff hand is starting to cramp. Might just be one of those days or might be too heavy for me, but the shape at least is good.

You can probably see that the white is still all over the place, but the brown is pretty even, just with lumps still on occasion. Also, the new height of this spindle means it's perfect for lap spinning rather than impossible to lap spin with, so I'm very happy about that.

[inkykeiji]

i didn’t know you were into reading (outside of ff of course ☺️) do you have any recs with the kind of relationship dynamics you write about?? i really want some romance books like that 💖

of course i am!! <3 i love literature!! but if i’m being completely honest i mostly read 18th century lit HAHAHA ick that sounds so pretentious LMAO (/ω＼) hmm the only rec i have for you is wuthering heights, because catherine and heathcliff’s relationship is definitely Something. you didn’t ask about films, BUT i love film with all my heart and i am going to recommend true romance if you’re looking for a relationship similar to the relationships i create in my writing! true romance is one of my favourite films ever and clarence + alabama’s relationship serves as huge inspiration for the ones i write! <3

other than that, i’ve heard that a bunch of the ‘dark romance’ genre books recommended on tiktok etc. have similar toxic relationships and scenarios to the ones i write! i haven’t ever read any of them, so i can’t give you titles or speak to how well they’re written, but you can always look into that genre and see if you can find a list of recs for it! i’m sure there’s tons floating around on google + social media! good luck anon <3

[violetwolfraven]

God I hate Pinterest and I really need to stop reading the comments on literally any post on there

I just saw someone straight up say they’re afraid that show fans who haven’t read the books are going to take over and dominate the fandom and they’re afraid that their memories of the books are going to get overridden by memories of the show because of new show fans, and that’s a good reason to gatekeep.

Like okay, just say you’re a party pooper and go home.

Yeah this is about Percy Jackson but I’m not gonna tag it as that cause I don’t wanna get hunted for sport

[fissions-chips]

So-

I’m gonna try something in the hopes that maybe I’ll get a little better writing angst- after searching through several other whump-ish prompt lists, I’ve compiled my own, nice and tidy, to have some inspiration!

Restrained / Bound

Collar / Garrote

Manhandled / Forced To Knees

Caged / Buried Alive

Bruises / Touch-Starved

Helplessness / Blinded

Enemy To Caretaker / Rescue

Shaking Hands / Pinned Down

Laced Drink / Taken Hostage

Blood Loss / Internal Bleeding

Humiliation / Defiance

Struggling / Broken Down

Begging / Forced To Beg

Crush Injuries / Beaten

Muffled Scream / Trembling

Drowning / Trapped Underwater

Predation / Environmental

Bitten / Blood-Matted Hair

Poisoned / Drugged

Exhaustion / Collapse

Hunting Season / Left For Dead

Too Weak To Move / Hidden Injury

Recovery / Aftermath

[dan-crimes]

The world isn't ready for all my amazing and wonderful takes on media but maybe my OCs will make them understand...

[my-current-obsession]

I have officially beaten FE Engage! Overall it’s a great game. I really enjoyed the gameplay this time, though a few chapters and paralogues were pretty frustrating. This was definitely the hardest FE game I’ve played (although ironically I found the final battle to be fairly easy), and mostly that’s a good thing. The extra challenge made it more satisfying when I came up with winning strategies. The story and characters were pretty good too! I definitely think this game has gotten unwarranted hate. Anyway, since I previously made a tier list showing my perception of the characters as units, here are some actual stats from the ending showing how right (or wrong) I was:

There was a 3-way tie for who made MVP the most between Alear, Yunaka, and somewhat to my surprise, Alcryst. They each were MVP 4 times. Clanne, Celine, and Alfred were right behind them, each being MVP 3 times.

Alear was unsurprisingly the fighter with the most battles (199) and wins (123). The benefits of being locked into EVERY story & paralogue chapter, I suppose. Her most used Emblem was Sigurd.

I talked at length about how good my Alfred was in the other post, and his stats back it up. He had the 2nd most battles (180) and tied for 3rd on wins (92). Most used emblem was Ike.

Similarly, Yunaka, who I thought might have the most battles and/or kills, had 166 battles and 92 wins. She was great, just not able to outdo Alear’s protag privilege or Alfred seeing a lot of action through Ike. She used Lyn most.

Alcryst had 150 battles and a whopping 107 wins. The boy killed. A lot. His most used emblem was Leif since I appreciated being able to switch weapons and fight back if attacked up close as well as potential Luna procs on Quadruple Hit.

I seriously undervalued how much use I got out of Clanne. He was 5th for both battles (127) and wins (89). Even though he’d fallen off by the end due to subpar magic attack, he did pretty well in early and mid game. His most used emblem was Micaiah.

As for other notable fighters, Citrinne, Diamant, Fogado, Rosado, and Kagetsu each had 100+ battles and 60+ kills. Everyone else either only achieved one of those feats, or neither. So these 5 finish out the “top ten” for my units, I guess.

I maintain that Hortensia is an MVP in her own right as a healer, but tragically the game doesn’t track that so her stats are poor since she didn’t fight much. Seadall was also essential to my team.

Finally one last fun statistic - the EMBLEM that achieved MVP the most was Sigurd. He contributed to 7 wins. I guess it’s not surprising considering he was the “most used” Emblem for 3 of my heavy hitters - Alear, Kagetsu, and Rosado.

[girlitfeelsgood]

sent a message in a group chat asking if they wanted to hang out and several of them have seen it and not responded. okay I guess I'll just kill myself then

[mtreebeardiles]

This is something I keep coming back to, prompted by various things (the most recent of which being writing in video games) and I gotta ask…

Why is the novel put on a pedestal?

Im asking as someone who does love reading books, as preferred media goes the novel is definitely number one, so I struggle to understand how people who do not seem to like reading nevertheless use ‘novel’ as a benchmark to determine whether writing is good or not

Or, for those aspiring to create, why non-readers seem to feel the novel is the only format to express their creativity? Like… and I mean this sincerely… but why on earth would you want to force yourself to write something in a format you already don’t enjoy?

It’s more than the practical issues — if you don’t read (and I am including audiobooks in this, listening to a book counts as reading to me), and you don’t *like* to read, you’re going to have a hard time writing due to that lack of exposure to the mechanics of writing. It’s also the fact that… the novel is but one of many genres you could be exploring, and learning about, and writing in, for things you might actually enjoy.

Video game writing should not be judged on the merits befitting a novel because video game writing is not the translation of a story from novel form. It’s a script.

Television, movies, radio plays, musicals, plays… it’s all scriptwriting/screenwriting. So why are they being compared to a completely different genre?

If you don’t like to read, but you do enjoy movies, tv, video games… why not look into scriptwriting? You don’t have to be an artist, you don’t have to be an actor, to write the script of a thing.

Why write in a format you don’t enjoy, when you could be learning more about the format of things you do?

[transgaysex]

i was super gonna say something when i opened this app but i lost it. wuh