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dabblesco · 9 months ago
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The joys of working with a small press
I’ve been having so much fun! Four years ago, when I published Recycled Virgin, I created Somewhat Grumpy Press, and decided I wanted a Pallas cat to represent it – but then I was coping with the pandemic, a pending move, and my MS, and I realized it was getting beyond me to manage. So I gave the press to the current very capable publisher, Tim Covell, and he is racing away. He’s taken it into a…
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welldrawnfish · 4 months ago
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Twig: Fog Flowers Many of you want to read Twig. Twigs official story isnt online, these are exploration comics. I am however working to put together a pitch for the publisher Glénat! they have put out some of my favourite works and it would be a dream to work with them. If you have any experience pitching comics Id love to hear from you, Im admittedly struggling with what to include
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cassidyandonlycassidy · 5 months ago
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tornadoes aren't more important than you
tyler owens (twisters) x reader
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warnings: pregnant!reader, married!reader, established relationship
“be careful, yeah?” you place your hands on tylers cheeks, tilting his head down to look you in the eye.
“i wish you could come with me.” tyler sighs, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours, his cowboy hat tipping upwards and off his head, clattering onto the hardwood.
“i know.” you miss it. the excitement, the fear, the anticipation of storm chasing. “but i don't think the baby would like me getting whipped around.”
tyler chuckles and presses his hands to your stomach, fully showing now that you've reached six months.
“im gonna be safe and im gonna be back home to you real soon.” tyler kisses you deeply, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you in close.
“uh, not to interrupt-” 
“you are interrupting, boone.” tyler looks up at him as he stands in the open doorway, trucks filling the driveway.
“we were just finishing saying goodbye.” you raise to your tiptoes and give tyler one more peck. 
“i love you.” you whisper against your husbands lips.
“i love you, baby.”
“ew.” boones nose scrunches up, still somehow not used to seeing you kiss despite being married for a year now.
“you stay safe too boone.” you point at him, watching as they head out the door and pile in the trucks.
you wave goodbye to everyone, tyler getting in last as he tips his hat he grabbed off the floor towards you, a silent promise to come back home.
you sigh as you watch them pull away, hand stroking over your belly as the trucks disappear in a cloud of dirt. “it's okay.” you whisper to the baby, but it's mostly for yourself. “daddy will be back.”
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“hey.” you answer the phone with a smile on your face. “i watched the live stream.”
“pretty fucking cool huh?” 
“pretty cool that you let boone drive the rig.” you chuckle, knowing tyler did that specifically for you, to show you that he can let others take the lead, let them be the one to drive into the tornado.
“how's my baby doing?” tyler asks, ignoring your teasing.
“which one?” you giggle, laying a hand on your stomach. “im good, baby is kicking a lot though.”
“put me on speaker.” tyler requests. you roll your eyes but still turn the volume up and hold the speaker up to your belly.
“it's daddy.” tylers voice is half strict and half high baby voice. “you better stop giving your mama grief when im not there to help her. behave for just a bit longer, buddy.”
“i hope he listens to you.” you shake your head, bringing the phone back up. “how's the storms looking for tomorrow?”
“tracking a couple cells.” tyler confirms. “im coming home friday no matter what they look like over the weekend.”
“mhm, sure.” you roll your eyes, although you don't doubt it. now that you're pregnant, tyler is even more protective over you. he knows you can handle anything, but that doesn't mean he's going to force you to do it all on your own.
“i will. already miss that pretty face baby.” his country twang is music to your ears as you hum out.
“i miss you too. miss kissing your lips.”
“you're killing me, sugar.” tyler groans. you hear dani shouting something in the background.
“i-”
“you gotta go. i know. love you.”
“love you more, darling.”
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you have tylers livestream on in the background as you clean the house, feeling the urge to nest and get everything prepared before you're too pregnant to do anything, and tyler certainly wouldn't let you lift a finger when hes home.
you always dreamt of a beautiful old farmhouse like this all your life, but before you could move in tyler insisted on building a proper storm shelter to keep you safe.
you unpack some of the boxes of things you bought for the baby's room, sticking to yellows and oranges to keep everything brightly colored and cohesive, in contrast to the darkening sky.
you're not right in the path of tornados, but they have been known to swing up and hit the closest town every couple years.
you know the cloudy sky is just a result of all the activity further to the west where your husband currently is.
you look back to your phone, watching for a moment as his handsome face turns to look out the window. you can see the reflection of the twister in his eyes, a mix of awe struck and fear that any man within his right mind would feel.
“god-” you look up to the ceiling. you're not the biggest believer, but growing up in the south has you always reverting to whispering a prayer. “keep my husband safe.”
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you let out a yawn as you adjust, not knowing for sure the sound that woke you up until you hear it again, your cellphone vibrating on the nightstand.
“hello?” your voice is groggy as you answer. you didn't bother to look at the contact name, there's only one person who would be calling you at this hour. “tyler?”
“baby, get to the storm shelter right now.”
“what?” the words have you instantly awake, hopping to your feet and looking out the window of your second story bedroom. “it looks fine.”
“im- just trust me! are you going?” you can hear the nerves in tyler's voice as well as the roaring of his truck no doubt speeding down the road.
“yes.” you confirm, grabbing one of tylers sweatshirts and slipping it over your head before finding a pair of shoes. “im going down the stairs right now.”
the second you step outside, you can feel the shift in the air.
“im tracking it on the data. we reported it but they said it's not on their maps as if our equipment isn't ten years newer.”
you listen to tylers rant as you round the house to pull open the storm shelter doors. it's not a glamorous area, small and tight but completely concrete and filled with a couple boxes of supplies.
“im in the shelter, ty.” you reassure him as you close the latch. “im safe. the babys safe.”
“it's building.” tyler says, no doubt looking at the radar or getting reports fed to him from boone. “im coming home to you, ill be there in two hours. fuck it, make it an hour and a half.”
“it's wednesday.” you state, although its just after midnight so technically thursday. “you said you weren't coming home until friday.”
“that was before a torando was gonna hit you. baby, i don't want you to go through this alone when you're pregnant.”
“ill be fine.” you reassure tyler. “but if you want to come back and make sure, you're more than welcome. like i said, i miss your lips.”
“gonna give you lots of kisses to make up for being gone.”
“i won't argue with that.” your phone beeps and you pull it away from your ear to realize you're losing service. “i think we are going to disconnect soon.”
“stay on as long as you possibly can.”
you try, but your phone beeps again and the call drops out.
sitting alone in the darkness heightens your other senses, feeling the cold air sneaking in through every available crack as your ears pick up the sound of the wind roaring.
you close your eyes and press your hands against your stomach, softly singing a nursery rhyme that your mother sung to you when you were a baby, your eyes sliding closed as you fall back asleep.
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you're startled awake suddenly as the door rips open, only for tyler to quickly enter.
“is it over?” you ask, standing up and wobbling slightly. tyler grabs your hips, holding you up and looking at you up and down, his eyes examining you. you watch the stress and fear and anxiety melt away to be replaced with softness and love.
“it's over.” he confirms, tugging you in close. 
“the house?”
“a busted window and a downed tree blocking the driveway. that's all.” tyler presses his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent.
“wasn't bad then.” you wrap your arms around his waist, enjoying the warm embrace.
“no, but i got so fucking scared knowing you were here all alone.” tyler pulls away only to help you up the stairs, hating seeing you confined to the shelter even if it is to keep you safe.
“i just… i can't do this while you're pregnant. i can't leave you here, or anywhere, alone knowing something could happen to you.”
tyler pulls his phone out of his pocket and navigates to his youtube channel, going live and waiting for a couple users to join.
he holds the camera up so he can see himself and you, his arm coming to wrap around your shoulders.
“as you folks know, my lovely wife here is pregnant with our first child. as much as i love tornado wrangling, i love my girl more. for the next six months im going to be taking a step back, but don't unsubscribe, boone is taking over to keep the excitement coming.”
he doesn't even say goodbye, simply ending the livestream, knowing one of his followers surely recorded it to spread the news around.
“ty, you didn't have to do that.”
“yes, i did.” tyler bends down to lift you up, carrying you across the threshold of your house just like he did the day you got married. “im gonna be with you throughout everything. tornados aren't more important than you.”
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pattyproof · 3 months ago
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SONIC SHADOW SILVER
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FLASH BATMAN GREEN LANTERN
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alabasterpickles · 9 months ago
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Have a little doodle I did about two weeks ago 🫣
I struggle posting thing individually, but I am working on fixing it
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cozylittleartblog · 2 months ago
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i had a dream i found a whole blog dedicated to blorboposting about val and only val. and that compelled me to draw him
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bob-mirum · 1 month ago
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I can't exist in the fandom if I don't make myself a character there, so I made her in Uncle Samsonite lore-
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Tbh for some reason I'm afraid to talk so openly about my characters (and mostly no one reads about them except my friends-), but I have accumulated the content with her that I want to show, so I'll try to briefly talk about her xd Without details: She has existed for as long as Sir Bowen and Samsonite, accidentally got in the way of demon dirty tricks to destroy human souls and decided that at all costs she would try to stop him. She was trapped twice: The first time she was locked in Uncle Samsonite's domain, but was able to escape from there. When she escaped, she had no other way but into the first available technique, and found herself locked up for the second time, but already in the digital world. When Samsonite became impudent and took Jake's body, and the demon that Father John asked for help refused, Mr. Dad accidentally discovered a working game console in Jake's room, in which he found a pink angel in the form of a tamagotchi. With the help of Father John, they were able to free her, and thanks to them she began to accumulate her strength so that together with Sir Bowen they could strike back at Samsonite. Fun fact number one: It was a character for joke because stupid sound in the tik tok Fun fact number two: I thought she didn't have a name, "Pinkie" is her name because that's what Samsonite called her for the first time because her hair
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and just not canon silly pic
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haridraws · 4 months ago
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I Shall Never Fall in Love - meet the characters (1/3): George
One of my first big ideas for this book was classic historical romance but with a nonbinary/ transmasc romantic lead - inspired by real queer history, but still a comfort read. Think:
Historical romance repressed emotion and longing / but including gender longing
Gentlemanly manners vs. butch chivalry
Difference that puts them at odds with high society, and leads them to question it
More info here
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clannfearrunt · 6 months ago
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happy pride month to whatever the fuck is going on here
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pigdemonart · 1 year ago
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Woke up to this tag!!! @tragictrainmen THANK YOUUU!!! 😭😭😭 THATs so sweet and it makes me feel really motivated!! HUGS YOU!!!
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keenzinemugstudent · 2 years ago
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Sonya I understand now I truly do understand 😳
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thesandsofelsweyr · 6 months ago
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This might be an unpopular opinion, but I can imagine Jay would be kinda toxic in a relationship. But only because of all his abandonment issues ;-; Thoughts?
Oh he’s hella toxic 😬 Especially, Arkham Knight-era Jay. Canonically I don't think he could ever hold down a relationship with everything he's been through 😞 As you said, he's got wayyy too many trust issues stemming from abandonment/brainwashing/ptsd/abuse.
But I also desperately need him to find a lover (gotta have that comfort to go with all of the hurt); a gardener for his delicate rose; someone who makes him feel warm/safe/needed/loved; a saint with the patience of a toddler's parent, lmao.
A few of his toxic relationship traits, imo (please share more if you have any!)
controlling with a jealous streak
quick to anger. He's got a fiery temper with a penchant for throwing things. I don't think he'd actually raise a hand to his s/o but I can see there being close calls, like him punching the wall instead of that person.
extremely self-centered. It's a survival mechanism, not only from his time in Arkham but also for not giving into his depression/suicidal ideations.
always second-guessing the relationship he's in. He's gonna be convinced that his partner will leave him at the drop of a hat, so he's always gonna be on edge, reading into things, ready to assume the worst about his partner.
can get pretty rough in sex. His partner needs to be very firm with their boundaries.
Just picture being in a relationship with that guy from the game who's kicking doors in, screaming at everyone non-stop, throwing threats of bodily harm around to his own men, kidnapping a found-family member, putting her in a scary/dangerous situation, displacing countless Gothamites, leaving a city in ruins, not caring about collateral damage in his quest for vengeance, picking a fight with his dad in the most destructive way imaginable. (And he freaking stomps a rat into mush in the comics for no reason 😡) That guy's not gonna be a fairy-tale love interest LMAO
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werosmyss · 4 days ago
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I am living for Stolas' little fan fiction novel
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"He froze, breath caught in his throat, as the other man leaned in. He could feel his warm breath ghost against his trembling break. His own breath faltered as their lips touched, his lover's breath hot and needy. Their breaths... intertwined into one breath."
(next page)
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"Looking at him was as if he had just reunited with an old friend lover and"
Everything about this is peak. The repetition of the word "breath", the doodles in the margins, the big full page drawing. If I wasn't a shameless whore for Stolas I am now.
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lovelynezu · 8 months ago
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ghooostea · 1 year ago
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"Tanjiro-san. Brother. Please watch over me."
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niiine · 2 years ago
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Clingy Scara just because he won't leave my brain alone
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It's not foreign for you to wake up at night as the need to use the bathroom arises. You gently removed the limbs tangled onto yours, careful not to wake your lover who's sleeping heavily beside you. It's a challenge, of course, because he has a deathly grip around your waist and his legs are knotted on yours. A solid ten minutes of featherlight wriggling (if that's possible) and you're finally free.
You tiptoed towards the comfort room, making sure that no noise will erupt that would disturb the sleeping man. Even the way you closed the door behind you is shy. A good five minutes have passed 'till you finished your business inside, carefully turning the door knob to minimize any sound. You're so determined to keep any clamor away—until you shrieked the very moment you've opened the door.
There, in front of you, in all his sleepy, annoyed glory, is SCARAMOUCHE. Scowl adorning his face as he muttered "you sure took your time there" all your hardship of keeping him asleep now thrown out of the window.
"Well you could've knocked you know." You stated, thinking that he needs to use the bathroom as well. You proceeds to drag your feet towards your shared bed. Not sparing the man another glance as drowsiness took over your form once again. Not until you heard a pair of feet following close behind, "Thought you gonna use the bathroom?" "No. Idiot. You just took so long so I check up on you" he whispered before yawning, dragging you back to the bed, snaking his arms around your waist once again and placing his legs in between yours. "Now I can go back to sleep"
You snuggled closer to his chest, letting yourself to fall into slumber—but not before you realized something. "So you're awake the whole time?!"
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