#just am curious if this could be a thing

[okaytosave]

So as we await for the rockstar era, anyone else wondering if music will be in French and English? Like a blend of both?

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[deoidesign]

Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

[chittychittyyangyang]

His heart was too weak to listen, so I gave him a little bit of mine.

Soon they realized their new creation could do their job for them, finding the broken parts of the Ever After.

[planetary]

yk like ship urself w fictional characters

secretly like if you have a sideblog or only friends know or ur just not open abt it on main for any reason or maybe no one knows but u. decide for urself

ho.mestuck and soutth park fans got to this so reblogs off thanks everyone

[whentherewerebicycles]

god I love my little baby so much. he’s just started singing back to me when I sing to him, ie cooing really energetically in (sort of) harmony with me with SO much joy in his expression. if you stop singing he will try to get you to start again by coo-singing to you and then watching you intently to see if you’re picking up what he’s putting down. he has also learned how to hold his favorite rattle toy in both hands and also how to confidently bring it to his mouth to taste the plastic and then how to throw it away from himself when he’s had quite enough, thank you. he just continues to be the sweetest, most even-tempered little boy. he loves to hang but is also totally content to kick around out on the deck treegazing and talking to himself. I was pretty sure I’d love having a baby but I kind of thought there would be more caveats slash things where I was like “obviously I love him so much, but…” but there’s just no but. he rocks and it rocks to know him. he’s my little guy. I’m having so much fun.

[bitchapalooza]

So apparently I've accidentally given Sanji a feeding kink in the current fic I'm writing without realizing? Huh...

[cuubism]

hello friends. despite my 9 million existing dreamling wips i'm feeling the need to branch out a bit for the sake of my mental variety. what pairing other than dreamling should i write a little something for? could be romantic or platonic

other way of phrasing i guess: any pairings you really want to see more fics for in the fandom?

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Tequilla's first adventure!

"Are you ready for your first trip, TQ?"

Tequilla grips his messenger bag and nods, bouncing on his heels out of excitement.

Their sibling flaps their hands excitedly. "Okay, just remember th' rules: no wanderin' off without tellin' Papa, no dangerous activities, and remember to hold on tightly to Papa's tail while we travel. Oh, and you're probably gonna feel dizzy while we travel. I'm experienced so I won't get sick!" Poll exclaims proudly. They've been discussing this trip with Stardust for a while now, wanting Tequilla to finally get to experience a "Star Trip" as Poll puts it.

Poll ensures their flower crown is on snuggly, then tugs on one of Stardust's wings. "We're ready papa!"

Stardust nods and, within a blink, the family is standing in a small forest clearing.

Poll paws at their eyes, fighting off dizziness, while Tequilla shakes their scales from head to tail.

"Weird." He mumbles.

"Mmhm," Poll hums, "but papa picked out a good spot. It says that there's this really pretty flower field nearby, and th' ocean a little ways behind us s'really pretty at this time of year."

Tequilla stares off into the woods, distant.

"...Where...?" He asks.

"Oh, uh.." Poll looks up at papa for a moment, head tilted. "Papa says we're several island down the archipelago, apparently."

Tequilla points at a spot. "Look."

"A... path? What'sa path doin' all the way out here?" Poll questions. They look a little ways past the trees, trailing the path with their eyes. "...D'you wanna investigate? Maybe there's some kind of secret thingy someone's left behind, like treasure!" It bounces on its toes, secondary wings flapping.

Tequilla nods, hesitantly.

Poll squeals happily. "Is that okay with you, Papa?" Stardust stares at Poll, communicating in the way they always have. Poll chirps, "Okay papa! we'll be careful!" It takes it's brother's hand and walks quickly down the path. "So whatdoya think we'll find at the end of this? Shinies?" They gasp. "What if it's a super cool powerup that'll let us fly super duper high like the birds?"

"I hope it's toys." Tequilla whispers.

"Toys would be super cool!" Poll shouts. "Wait wait, I think I can see something, c'mon TQ-" Poll runs ahead, dragging the increasingly excited Tequilla behind them.

They stop short as the structure comes into view.

"Woah." Tequilla mumbles.

"Is that...?"

"A house?"

Tequilla nods.

"D'you think anyone lives there?"

He shakes his head, pointing towards the house. "Vines."

"Yeah, it looks like noone has lived here for a little while. I didn' even know there were people livin' this far out on the archipelago. Where d'you think they've gone?"

Tequilla ponders for a moment, then shrugs.

"The d-door is open." Tequilla points out.

"That sounds like an invitation t' me," Poll grins devilishly, "Let's look around."

"This place looks like noone has been in here in months." Poll observes. "Oh, they have a super cool TV, too! Maybe if th' owners of this place don't mind, we can make this our cool hangout spot. Like a treehouse but cooler!"

"Only i-if I g-get the top fl-floor." Tequilla compromises. Poll pumps their fist then looks up, ears perked.

"There's an upstairs! Let's go look at it." Poll drags Tequilla up the spiral staircase to the first door, sticking their heads out of the frame.

Poll gasps. "It's a pool! It looks kinda nasty though... Oh there's sunbathing towels too!"

"Beach tow-els." Tequilla corrects.

His sibling thwaps him with her tail. "Picky. There's 5 towels, d'you think that that many people lived here? That seems like a lot." Poll looks at each towel. "Aw man, they've got your color but not mine."

Tequilla points at the bundled up blue towel.

"Yeah but 's'not my blue." They whine.

TQ rolls his eyes. "Next door?" He glances up the stairway, tail flicking.

"Yeah, maybe that's where they keep their goodies!" Poll cheers. "Or maybe the bones of the previous owners are up there!" They wiggle their fingers menacingly. Tequilla snorts and ascends the stairs until they meet a short door. It takes some force to open, but eventually the door releases.

Both go silent.

"TQ? Is this...?"

"A Kid's room." Tequilla confirms Poll's suspicions.

"It's so dusty..." Poll reaches for one of the signs. "Like noone's been in here for a very long time." Poll pulls their wings tight against their body. "Maybe they just moved away, right TQ?"

"..."

"..TQ?" Poll repeats in a small voice.

Tequilla's eyes dart around the room.

"I d-don't kn-kn-know." He whispers.

They listen to the silence of the untouched room.

"Do... do you think they were an egg? Like us?" Poll asks. Tequilla traces the circles on his arms. "Who do you think they were? Do.. Do you think that I knew them?"

Tequilla shakes his head and steels his expression, taking on the big brother role. He squeezes Poll's hand and watches as they wipe away their tears.

"L-let's Investigate. Let's fin-d out whoo it is."

Poll sniffles and nods, refusing to let go of it's brother's hand.

They search every inch of the house, through every door. Just above the child's bedroom is a rope bridge leading to a small cliff, atop which a gazebo with a pink bed sat.

Moving back into the main living room, they spot a side door just across from the stairway. On one side is a door to the outside, and on the other is a locked door, through which they can see a purple bed.

Following the door outside, they follow a path to a small lagoon, with little bits of light trailing down into its depths.

They look at every sign they can find, but not a single name is said on them. Only the words "Mom" or "Dad".

They work their way back up to the swimming pool and walk around the deck. Hidden behind the wall an overgrown garden sits with a green nest nestled in the dirt.

Poll and Tequilla sigh, having completely run out of ideas.

"Maybe they really did jus' move away.. But why are the signs still here? Wouldn' they 've taken those?" Poll tugs at their ears.

"Wait." They say, pointing to a suspicious spot. "Look there!"

"'s another path!" Poll hops over the short wall and begins running down the worn path. "Maybe there's somethin' there that can tell us who lived here!" They dissappear behind the stone, leaving Tequilla behind to chase after them.

He fights through the brambles, barely enough to break through his tough scales, and follows the very worn path, until he reaches Poll.

It's covering it's mouth with it's hand, ears pinned back and wings trembling. Tequilla almost asks whats wrong before he follows their gaze towards...

"Tequilla?" Poll asks, in a very small voice. "Do you... do you know what this is?"

His heart pounds in his chest. This can't be right.

Before him is a memorial for a lost egg.

An egg with his name.

"R.I.P. Tequilla Ibuprofen"

[winepresswrath]

Every character on this show struggles with feeling unlovable because they're somehow broken or dirty or just put together wrong but for my money the real winners in this terrible competition are Claudia and Armand. There are, I think, a lot of echos between them especially in showverse- parental abandonment, abuse, being rescued and remade by vampires. Armand was one year older than Claudia when a vampire found him in a terrible situation and brought him home. So naturally just as Claudia finds someone she thinks could really love and know all of her Armand is going to kill her in the desperate hope of keeping someone who might love and know all of him.

[triptychofvoids]

kinda love that people genuinely come to you for health advice and you earnestly answer them, thank you for your work

aheh gern gesehen, its what im here for!

[camellcat]

weird little thing I noticed with buffy, like, literally halfway through the first episode, but has anyone else ever questioned why some of her lampshades are upside down? like, is it just a character quirk? or is there a reason she does that?

[socksandbuttons]

oh

it its anniversary time??????????????????

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

"yes im so fine"

*researches whether i can get my hands on ipecac*

[oozeandgoo-art]

had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.

[boxwinebaddie]

odd thing to bring up after i talked about how i'm finally trying to write for myself and not other people, but because i start and don't finish so many projects...i'm honestly not even sure where to go? i'm feeling a bit stumped atm, so if anyone has something in particular that they're interested in seeing from me, please lmk.

obviously i'm trying to only travel down paths that i want to, but as i look at my pinterest boards and all the projects i've started, all the styles and respective universes i'm cobbling together, i'm finding i am very interested in exploring all of them, so my stomach hurts, my head feels funny and my heart is a little confused. i'm feeling lost and as you are all my sunshines my only sunshines, the very same way i appreciate the warmth you provide me, i'd also love a guiding light.

thank you for all your support.

it is extremely precious to me.

-uncle nina