#i'm all over this week :P

[grahhams]

tagged by @theyonagoda for the life update game.

thank you !!!!! this might be a little boring but oh well here we go

🎧 last song

precipice by tummy boy, it's so beatable is my current go to when writing so i've been listening to it on a loop recently

🖍️ favorite color

blue and yellow and green, and also anything earthy

📚 last book

hannibal 1999! number one hater!

🎥 last movie

when marnie was there (rewatch, ugly cried again)

🍜 sweet/spicy/savory

sweet, to a possibly unhealthy level

💕 relationship status

single

🌐 last thing i googled 

2025 oscar nominees, for fernanda torres reasons

💓 current obsession

medieval/historical fantasy, as always, and arcane/jayvik

🔮 looking forward to

maybe possibly likely getting into uni this year? since the results are tomorrow lol

and uhhhh tagging the usual ppl @cockroachesunite @faworsley @fenhaerel @abrighterwound @filmbroandy @bertie-w-wooster @therewill-bepoems @cannibalprophet @nbblacksheep @pinootgu and any other mutual who wants to do this !!!

[benevolenterrancy]

Scholarly peak is catching up on recent literature

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

AFTERMARE WEEK: day 1- blackout/illumination

Your presence alone lit up my entire world, but then your absence nearly blinded me. how am i to survive without that light now that you're gone?

aftermare week is hosted by @bluepallilworld

[raiiny-bay]

lil headshots of the boys bc i miss them

[blackjackkent]

Reporting to you live from successfully reinstalled computer! \o/

[sysig]

No TV Guide for this week but there will probably be some Ukagaka devlog/concept art in the next few days :3

[rashi-en]

Small update: sorry for the disappearance, January hit a bit hard and my vitamin D-less body became even more depressed as it waited for Sunlight to come back from the war. I finished the original weeklong hold but kinda half-quit on the Sunday cause it had stopped being fun and that's kind of the whole point of this. I wrote down notes for at least the first 4-5 days so if I think they're worth drawing I'll probably start doing that again, but most likely I'll just post the notes cuz I'm still not feeling much interest in continuing the comic as of right now. I do wanna do stuff again and I'm feeling better. Jus wanted to state that that little project is just about over, unfortunately.

Basically I mostly finished it IRL but tapped out on the posting-online part. Still leagues better than my original PB. I know what I said about never doing it again but I feel like I miiight do it again someday, preferably not in wintertime when the seasons fuck me up. Maybe it'll be a thing to occasionally do. Like how artists do redraws this could be like. A rehold. Maybe. No guarantees. Kay that's it cool

[guinevereslancelot]

being moved to a different classroom for my last week while the head of the program pretends she's doing me a favor but she's really doing my supervisor a favor 🙃

[melverie]

Hi Hi! I hope you are having a great week! I just wanted to thank you for the Ask Obey Me MC & OC Ask Game post. It's very complete! I've been answering question by question all morning, which increasingly develops my MC more and more, and it never ends! It's simply very good because so far I've only put it on paper to draw, but nothing to write. I loved so much! Thank you very much!!

Heya! Thanks, I hope your also having a great one! 💚

You're super welcome!! And that's great to hear that! Getting a feel for your OC's character is always so cool, and I'm glad to know that my ask game helped you get there <3

Are you planning on doing the ask game on here btw? Because I'd like to send you a few asks about your OCs if you wouldn't mind 👀

Originally I actually had a lot more questions written down, but since this is the very first time I ever made an ask game I was kind of scared that it might be wayyy to many. So I tried to cut it down as far as I could. I even started whining to some of my mutuals about how I had way too many questions at some point. Now it sits at a total of 72 questions and I'm kind of sad that I didn't add more lol

I might actually release another version with even more questions, but that's entirely dependent on how well the ask game does on my end

[izzy-b-hands]

I keep forgetting I can't seem to get the current version of xkit to work on my new laptop and going to do stuff that it let me do fjldksafjdlsaj

[byanyan]

woke up to a notice that our apartment will have its annual inspection on thursday, so there goes my week 🙃

[phoenixiancrystallist]

OH YEAH I DID ART

Month 6, day 3, did days 1 and 2 of @adorkastock's Draw Everything June challenge!

Not me making up characters on the spot, no, I would never, it's not like character design is my truest love or anything :P Neither of them have names, but Day 1 uses he/him pronouns and Day 2 uses she/her pronouns and made the kitty cat patch for her pocket herself :3

[non-un-topo]

Considering taking a week off to try and get some energy back

[b-blushes]

YIPPEE i'm actually kind of excited to wake up tomorrow thanks to electrolytes and a hot water bottle! \o/

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

Have officially begun the process of moving all my content onto the new blog bc my faith in support to actually fix the issue does not actually exist.

If it gets fixed I'll keep using this blog like I've been and just consider the other one a backup. Otherwise I won't be deleted this blog, but I won't be using it regularly (if I continue to), and not for posts meant to go into tags.

I'm not following people yet bc I'm still in the process of moving posts, which means mass reblogging, which means 200 posts straight per day until I'm caught up.

[mr-thundercloud]

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM... Mmmmm GOOD SOUP! (Check the other re-blogs their real tasty)

Prompt fill from the Discord server. This one is courtesy of @tourettesdog

Prompt where Danny keeps showing up like a stray cat at various hero's houses. He just comes and goes and they never know when he'll show up next. He's just this like pseudo-adopted child who will come over for dinner, crash on the couch, and he's gone by morning. No amount of research will tell them who he is past the limited information he's given them

The various heroes are unaware that his stray cat range wanders so far until someone mentions him at a JL meeting and all hell breaks loose.

There's eventually an intervention

Stray Cat Danny

Clark had just got home when he noticed the heartbeat on the fire escape two floors above him. As far as he knew, that apartment was empty, so it couldn't be the residents going out for a smoke. It was weird, very strange, and not his business.

He tried to leave it alone, but the heartbeat stayed on the fire escape for a few hours. Every now and again Clark would hear whoever it was shift, but other than that they stayed quiet. Again, weird, but not his business.

Until it started to snow right when Clark was about to start dinner.

He was just going to make sure whoever it was had somewhere warm to stay. Maybe direct them to a shelter. Clark opened the window and looked up, there was a dark bundle, worryingly still, on the fire escape.

"Excuse me?" Clark called. The bundle shifted but whoever it is didn't respond. Clark grumbled and made his way up to them, squatting down a few feet away.

"Are you alright?"

The bundle shifted, revealing one blue eye and a tuft of back hair.

"''m fine" a young male voice answered. The blue eye closed.

"You know it's going to snow tonight. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in a shelter than on a fire escape."

"They're full." The boy answered. "All both of them."

Only two shelters for all of Metropolis? That can't be right. Clark looked up to the sky, the snow was starting to come down and he could swear it had gotten colder since he'd been out here. He couldn't leave the kid out here to freeze.

"How about you stay the night at my place? My couch is pretty comfortable, and I'm making beef stew for dinner, Ma's recipe." He let a bit of his Kansas accent show through. Hoping the country accent would put the boy more at ease. He was watching him now with both eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Did your Ma ever teach you about stranger danger?" The kid asked.

"Not exactly. She taught me to help people out if they need it. Did your Ma teach you stranger danger?"

"No," the boy said, "my mom taught me to put a full-grown man on the ground if I needed to."

That surprised Clark into laughing. "Well, you won't need to with me. What do you say you come inside?"

The boy watched him for another second before shivering violently and glaring at the sky.

"Yeah, alright. Just one night."

"I'm Clark, by the way," Clark said as he closed the window behind the kid.

"Danny." The kid said. He was rooted to the spot just a few steps into the apartment, eyes scanning the room.

"It's nice to meet you, Danny." Clark held out his hand to shake, but Danny didn't take it. After an awkward second Clark cleared his throat. "Uh. The stew is going to be a little while. You're welcome to the laundry and shower if you need it." Danny was pretty clean, but there was visible dirt on his face and clothes. "I might have some clothes my nephew forgot that you're welcome to." Dick was bigger than Danny for sure, but he was closer to Danny's size than Clark was.

Danny gave him a long look, before shrugging off his backpack. "Sure. Might as well."

Clark left to go get the clothes while Danny loaded some of his clothes and blankets in the washer. Once he presented the tee shirt and sweatpants Danny disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared he was scrubbed clean, his cheeks rosy either from the hot water or scrubbing.

Danny was even smaller than Clark was expecting. He was downright scrawny. Dick's shirt hung off Danny's shoulders, and Clark could clearly see his collarbones. This kid was not getting nearly enough to eat. Well, he was going to tonight if Clark had anything to say about it.

"The stew should be ready in about half an hour. Feel free to make yourself at home." Clark said. He expected Danny to sit on the couch and watch TV, but instead, Danny found his home office. it wasn't more than a desk with his work laptop on it and some of Clark's better pieces and awards framed and tacked to the wall above it.

"You're Clark Kent, the reporter?" Danny asked, eyes switching between the wall and Clark.

"That's me," Clark said. "You know my work?"

"I read your piece on metahuman and alien rights last year. It was good."

"Thanks. I really liked working on that piece."

"Did you always want to be a writer?"

"uh. No. When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut." Clark said, stirring the stew. Danny snorted. "What's funny?"

"Nothing," Danny said, taking a seat at the little kitchen table. "I wanted to be an astronaut, too."

"Yeah? You still could." Clark said.

"Nah. It's hard to be an astronaut without a high school diploma. What made you change to writing?"

"I went through a few different career paths before I landed on journalism."

"Do you like it?"

"I do. I like uncovering the truths people try to hide." Clark said. "You'd make a decent journalist, I'd think. Half of it is just asking the right questions."

Clark served up the stew into two bowls and brought them over to the table with some rolls and butter. "I don't have much in the way of drinks, is water okay?"

"Water would be great, thanks."

They ate in relative silence, Danny was too focused on his food to ask more questions. After they ate Danny nodded off on the couch almost as soon as he sat down. Clark couldn't bring himself to wake him up, so he just covered him with a blanket from the linen closet and headed to his own room.

Maybe in the morning he could make Danny pancakes or waffles and get him some new gloves and a jacket. The question was what to do after that? He didn't want to drop Danny off at a shelter, and taking him to the police would only destroy whatever trust he had gained with the boy. At the same time, he only had a one-bedroom apartment. He couldn't keep Danny here. Clark sighed. He'd have to talk to Danny in the morning and see what he wanted to do.

When Clark woke up he was greeted by the silence of the apartment and it took him a few minutes to figure out why that was wrong. There should be another heartbeat. Fearing the worst, Clark rushed into the living room to find it empty.

The blanket and clothes Danny had used had been neatly folded and placed on the back of the couch, along with a handwritten thank you note.

How did Danny leave without him hearing? Moreover, how'd he leave with the doors and windows still locked?