#somna talks

[somnambulic-thing]

personal ramble below for those who care:

I have been thinking about writing a lot in the past few weeks while only doing very little writing. It's a time thing, but also an energy thing and... also an inspiration thing.

I belong to those people who write way way more than they post and I have accumulated SO MANY WIPS since I started writing Eddie Munson tales in early 2023 that I sometimes can't believe it when I scroll through my documents. Sometimes I find things that I can't remember writing at all. (Most of those things are garbage, really. But that's okay. I am sure they taught me something or at least, were fun while writing them.)

I tend to use the words: I have writers block whenever I lack the inspiration or motivation to write. Because even lacking both those things, I miss the process of writing. The process of worldbuilding and figuring out where the words go best and of a story slowly taking shape and surprising me, delighting me, crushing me. Also, something something self-worth and fear of being forgotten by the people in my computer, or whatever.

In any case, I miss it.

Lately, I have been more inspired again but failed to decide what to actually work on. So many wips. Decision fatigue and different plots fluttering around my head like a swarm of killer bats took care of that flicker of inspiration very quickly.

Today I sat down with a strong urge to write and found myself yet again, overwhelmed and lost in plots. And, man, did this piss me off. So I went through the folders one by one and started deleting things. Around 50k of things and still counting...

Holy fucking shit, did that feel great. To let go of that amount of stale stories.

But it also reminded me of how MUCH I have written in the past two years and how much my writing has evolved into something that not only finally feels authentic to myself but that I am truly fond of. And how it really is more than alright that I am having a break. How it's probably really fucking time to have a break. No writers block happening here. It's more of a writers winter.

There are still enough stories that I want to tell at some point. Good thing that there is no deadline waiting for me, I finally understood that while spending time away from the busy, demanding tumblr timeline. And if it takes me a year to pick it back up or two or five: as long as it brings me those wonderful feelings during the process again, that's all that really counts. And I am sure there will be people around to share it with. If it's 2 or 20 or 200.

It's the fucking journey, not the destination.

Anyway, if you feel like writing is difficult or stale or like a chore, this is your sign to close those docs and have some adventures outside of words and letters. Or to clean out those dusty old ideas that keep dragging you down. Or both.

[urhoneycombwitch]

rommate thoughts

getting up early in the morning to go to the bathroom and the world slows down down down to a viscous quality when you pass your roommate's door... are they still asleep? or will you bear witness to early morning noises? and what story will tell you? the sharp clicking and clacking of hurried dressing and rushed getting ready? lazy yawns and rustling sheets as they turn around for ten more minutes? maybe soft singing to shoo some lingering nightmares away? or other... soft things?

you know? <3

foreword: oh, Somna. I needed this softness today. this one goes out to those who might need it, too <3

cw: mentions of prescription drugs and weed

wc: 1.2k

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When the last of the summer sun slips behind the edge of the city, you and Eddie open all the windows in the apartment.

Moving with practiced fluidity, you slide the little window above the sink into place, the larger one by the breakfast nook gets the same treatment; Eddie’s tall enough to reach the hand crank for the pane overlooking the shower, then ducks into both of your rooms to undo the last two latches. 

You talk the whole time, exchanging laughter and comments even on opposite ends of the apartment. Cool night air floods the whole space, lush and floral from the hydrangea bush on the ground floor. This is the only ritual that makes sleeping in the summer months bearable. 

Some nights, Eddie rolls up and you choose the record, legs slung over each other laps, talking over the hazy smoke and crooning speakers. Others, you get takeout and watch whatever’s good on TV, Eddie’s legs making the perfect lean-to for your back. 

Some nights, you fall asleep on the couch- when this happens, come morning, there’s always a blanket tucked carefully around your form. Others, Eddie’s the first to drop- cheek smushed to your thigh, snoring lightly. You’re always gentle with him, rubbing his shoulder to get him up and in the comfort of his own bed, slinging his arm around your shoulders as you walk him down the hall.

Last night, both of you turned in early. Eddie’s got a bad case of allergies, and you were tired from work, so you took your respective medicine and leave, evening ritual shortened and performed apart with just the bedroom windows.

In the morning, the air of your room is still cool. Birds twitter with the rise of the sun. Soon, it will be time to close everything up, to keep the temperature down and the summer heat out. For now, you yawn, stretch, kick your way out of the comforter, and pad down the hall.

Eddie’s door is slightly ajar. His room is dark, but you can just make out the tangle of his curls on his pillow, sheets tucked under his chin covering the length of his body. You move on carpeted footsteps, approaching bedside with quiet intention.

Without his eyes on you, it’s easier to indulge, taking your time to drink in his sleeping face. You sink to your knees beside the head of the bed for a better look- in the muted morning light peeking through his blackout curtains, Eddie looks peaceful. 

His normal is theatrics, raised brows, sweeping expressions that draw you in and ebb like tides. In dreamland, he looks years younger, smoothed brow and lips parted slightly, breathing steady and sure. 

“Hey.” It’s barely a whisper. You pair it with a soft touch just under his bangs, skimming your fingertip across his forehead. “Eddie. Gonna wake up?”

He must have taken Benadryl last night- he’s usually first to wake, tapping on your door with breakfast options and being a hurricane of noise until you’re forced to join the party. 

You have the simple joy of watching Eddie’s face as he returns to you, to the waking world- a twitch of his lip, a couple of long, slow blinks. Consciousness crawls to the surface, leaves him rosy-cheeked and frowning, chasing your hand with his temple like a puppy.

You lay your fingers flat to his skull, thumb at the indent of his nose, and Eddie sighs, content. His eyes flutter shut again when you speak again. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm.” The sheets shift as he lifts a heavy arm to stretch over his head, revealing a bare torso littered with ink. “Z’you?”

“Yeah.” 

“Good. ‘M gonna… get up ‘n make breakfast…” His words are clunky, slurred and stuck to each other, lids heavy with sleep still. 

From the floor, you sink a bit lower, scratching softly at the back of his head, grinning with amusement. “I don’t think you’re allowed to operate a stove while under the influence.”

His frown deepens, but he won’t make it stick, not for any length of time around you. Faux-upset ebbs, recedes, floods into a tired smile that takes up half his face. “Uh-huh. Might burn my eyebrows off. Would you still love me?”

Pretending to give it some serious thought, your hand slides down, a familiar weight at the side of his neck. “Hmm. Maybe we should stick to cereal today.”

“Asshole,” Eddie replies, fond and trying to draw out the jokes, sliding his own hand to your wrist to keep it in place. “What the hell. Can’t a guy lose his brows in peace?”

“We’ve got Cheerios, Golden Crisp, Cocoa Puffs-” Your valiant attempt to keep on track is overturned when Eddie tugs at your wrist with a whine.

“Christ. My brain is soup, maybe you can eat that ‘nd it’ll tide you over until I can move.” More insistent now, Eddie pulls at your elbow, then your upper arm, your other hand snapping out to brace on his mattress before you tip. “Jus’... lay with me for a bit.”

Closer now, your breath fanning over his ear as he pulls and you give your last bit of resistance- “You’re wearing boxers, right?”

“Jesus. You really think I’d subject you to the Morning Wood Show?”

“Okay.” You don���t sound half as exasperated as you’d like, moving with the help of his gravity; you sidle close to the wall, lying on your side and over the covers, propping your head up with one arm. “This bed really wasn’t made for two people.”

“Sure it is.” Eddie reaches for you again, and you go easy, let him pull you to his chest. Under your ear, his heart thumps, whooshing like a seashell that’s captured the sounds of the ocean. “See? Now will you kindly shut up. I’ve got meds to sleep off.”

“Coffee would help.” It’s a baiting tease. You don’t actually want to get up- far too comfy with the curve of his bicep across the blades of your shoulders. With your nose pressed to the hollow of his throat, you can smell everything that his skin has kept overnight- faded cologne, bar soap, sweat and earthy sleep.

“Shhhhutthefuckup before I eat your brains.” He already sounds like a faded version of himself, rasp lowering into that pre-dream tone. For comedic effect, Eddie opens his jaw to press the outline of his teeth to the crown of your scalp.

It makes you tremble with giggles, burrowing further into his body to get away. He soothes a palm down your back, and you settle again. 

Under your ear, his heart beats slower, then slower still, until you can feel the rumble of a snore build. Your lashes brush against his bare skin, lulled by the stillness of the room, the shared warmth of your bodies even through the layers of fabric.

When late morning arrives, you’ll make the coffee, and Eddie will do the dishes. For now, the air stays cool and ushers in the sort of slumber that only comes from sharing space with someone precious. 

[therehavebeenstranger]

how is this apparently the comics and monsterfuckers website and yet nobody's talking about somna

[simmie-stories]

Gen 1. Snow White #76 Snow's Funeral

This was the final photo of Snow with Ella and the grandchildren.

It was time to head to the church for Snow's funeral.

Tartosa Church Bar by #mouchella (EA ID)

Familiar faces, new and old, came to celebrate Snow's life.

Florian was trying to hold a eulogy, but the room was so crowded there wasn't enough space to sit. It was frustrating for everyone.

This triplet (Conrad) made messes at every venue we've been to.

"Thank you to all of Snow's loved ones for coming all this way to celebrate her life."

After the service, everyone headed upstairs to share a meal. Many of the dwarfs' classmates came to pay their respects to Snow, who had been kind to them during their teen years.

Except, Somna was wondering which brat child this was...? She had never seen her before.

Even the Creature Keeper came...

as well as L. Faba, though she completely disregarded the etiquette and dress code. She found Florian taking a breather outside away from the sympathetic crowd. She gave him some tips on activating a portal to the magic realm.

Also present was a certain redhead who was "simply devastated" for Florian (Lady Madonna, Florian's childhood "friend"...).

Lady Madonna had brought one of her daughters Drizella, who happened to be classmates with Ella.

Ella was thinking, 'Why are they here, and why is this lady even talking to me?'

But she was too polite to turn away the conversation. Lady Madonna was crafty... she had chosen to sit down with Ella when the Queen was present.

Florian: "Madonna, Drizella, you made it! Thank you for coming..."

Madonna: "Well, it was very nice to meet you Ella. I'm very sorry for you losing your mama at such a young age." Ella: "Th-thank you."

Someone finally unlocked the doors, and the guests trickled out as the evening progressed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

That night, Florian thanked Snow for the best years of his life.

Here were Snow's final accomplishments:

Goodbye to Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs. It's been hectic but worth it! (I'm looking forward to small families again... it looks like Cinderella's storyline will be much shorter.)

New Custom Content I had both @chippedcupanddustybooks Happy Haunts and adeepindigo's Simulated Endings and tried to hold a eulogy, but it didn't quite work. I'm not sure what went wrong; got some LEs every time Florian tried give the eulogy. @simverses Sifix Cinderella redux @theroyalsims With the Grandkids @ratboysims Toddler Poses @katverse Pose Pack 44 @chewybutterfly My favorite People @simularity-sims Ultimate Happy Homemaker Aspiration (for the Happy Homemaker Ever After trait)

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[quiznak-ofgrayskull]

*kicks down your door*

I have more angst for you! This time the six bodyguard edition. @somnas-luna and I came up with it. Basiclaly, some of the other bodyguards jump Pete and Arm while in the training room bc these bodyguards be jealous of the main 6. Ken, Big, and Chan are outside talking and Ken and Big jump in to action with Porsche and Pol coming in as backup. It takes a solid twenty minutes to break up the fight, Tankhun, Kinn, Vegas, and Chan having to step in.

Korn makes the main 6 bodyguards get punished via torture. He makes Chan supervise and Vegas, Tankhun, and Kinn watch through interrogation mirrors to the main 6 technically don't know they are there. "This is what happens when you can't control your bodyguards"

Pol starts screaming for Tankhun, screaming they did nothing wrong. Arm screamed so much he lost his voice and his throat was swollen. Ken swore every english and thai swear word he knew, while also being in pain. Big passed out some time towards the end, while Pete is whimpering for Vegas. Porsche starts to verbally attack the tortures, getting very personal and profiling.

Afterwards, they all huddle and hide in Chan's room. They never leave the room until a week later.

Korn dies a mysterious death due to "old age".

Oh no :(

Oh NO :((((

I feel so bad for them omg poor guys :(

Wow imagine that dying of old age dang what a shame that really sucks,,,,,

[somnas-writes]

I forgot to write a formal introduction oops

Hi! I’m somnas

I made this account so I could ramble and share my writing. Im usually online, feel free to DM or send an ask to ramble. Im happy to talk :)

Some of my interests are

Minecraft diaries (Aphmau)

A Court of Thorns and Roses (SJM)

the riordanverse (PJO, HoA, KC, MCGA, I haven’t read any of the recent books)

Heaven Officials Blessing / TGCF (animated series, Season 1 and 2)

Various animes (Given, Dungeon Meshi, sk8, black butler, OHSHC, YOI, sds)

Arcane (s1 + s2)

One piece - Wano

Fantasy high (season 1, 2 and 3) (dimension 20)

Burrows End (dimension 20)

The unsleeping city (dimension 20)

Misc musicals (Beetlejuice, Ride the Cyclone, Hadestown, The Epic, Hamilton, the heathers, In the Heights)

Misc shows (kinnporsche, hotel del Luna, Vincenzo, BBC Merlin)

The Umbrella Academy (Season 1 + 2)

The Bear (season 1, 2, 3)

Bottoms (2023)

Gravity Falls

Pirates of the Caribbean (black pearl, dead man’s chest, worlds end)

Teen Beach Movie 1

The MCU (phase 1-4)

MCYT (empires creators mainly)

K-pop (ateez + zb1 ult, newjeans, aespa, le sserafim and got7 fan)

Somnas_Helix on ao3!!

Please follow me!! It makes me happy

Important note: liking a piece of media does not mean I’m supporting someone or something, I just like the content

[jimmyaquino]

Comic News Insider Episode 1525 - SDCC: Becky Cloonan!

Comic News Insider: Episode 1525 is now available for free download! Click on the link or follow on Spotify/subscribe on iTunes!

Jimmy ended SDCC on Sunday with a chat w/ his good friend Becky Cloonan. We're both a little tired but as always have a lovely conversation. They talked about her 2 Eisner wins, Somna, anthology work, horror, music and more. Please come back to hear all of the SDCC coverage over the next month. 

Also, get a hold of us!

Thanks for listening!

[big-ope-vibes]

☆- put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. Its time to spread positivity ! 🌷 You're so sweet and kind and so supportive. <3 I'm glad you put up with me.

I love you SO MUCH Somna! Talking to you is always a bright spot in my day. You’re a fantastic human being 🫶

[somnambulic-thing]

just thought: 'Orphan Black AU with Eddie!' but then I realized that's just tumblr.

[blackcat2907]

I'll jump in!

Rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up and tag 10 people

1.) SUPER by SEVENTEEN. (honestly, this song got me into K-POP. I love it sm)

2.) can you hear me? by Munn. (great song to listen to when writing angst or sad scenes. also a good song to cry to...talking from experience)

3.) Daylight by David Kushner (again, a great song for emotional scenes to write and I just like daydreaming with this song)

4.) Better Times by Luke Bergs (great upbeat instrumental type song. helps me get motivated to do household chores and dance)

5.) River by Bishop Briggs (it's a bop. a great song to write fight scenes with)

6.) My Stupid Heart (Sped up) by Walk Of the Earth (tbh, it's just an upbeat vibe.)

7.) Blacklight (english ver Amalee cover). (AN ABSOLUTE VIBE AND AWESOME SONG TO WRITE FIGHT SCENES)

8.) Soldier Poet King cover by Colm McGuinness. (i just like the fantasy vibe)

9.) The Idiot cover by Seth Staton Watkins (i am entering my folk song era and this song is one of my favorites)

10.) Oro Se Bheatha Bhaile cover by Seth Staton Watkins (again, folk song era and i love this cover specifically)

NO pressure tags! @hiraganasakura @gladdygirl18 @yonemurishiroku @somnas-luna @quiznak-ofgrayskull @ninatheredhead @lukecastellanshandholder @phoenix--flying @everythingwasalreadypicked @pey-up @shreeader

Music tag! Thank you @haahka !!

Rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up and tag 10 people

The Night We Met - Lord Huron this has gotten me through many a fanfic writing

Game of Survival - Ruelle

Darkside - Alan Walker (feat. Au/Ra and Tomine Harket) this is from my death stranding days (someday ill finish that game)

Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters i am a grunge rock bitch until i die

Insatiable - Masayoshi Soken this boss fight music has no right going this hard

Ocean Man - Ween i don't wanna talk about it, actually

Save Your Tears (Remix) - The Weeknd & Ariana Grande

Dancing After Death - Matt Maeson if anyone reads my webnovel this is one of caius' theme songs

Free Fall (Love) this should need no explanation

LEViT∆TE - 96 (feat. Kody Ryan) if you ever have the opportunity to listen this while high af i highly recommend

not tagging anyone bc i have tagging anxiety but anyone pls feel free to do it idk

[arrangedaccident]

hey can we officially declare somna as somin and hyunas ship name bc oh my god we need a ship name

[simmie-stories]

Gen 1. Snow White #33 Life Without Snow

Everyone was pitching in and exhausted. Watcher was still trying to fulfill all the teen aspirations, but some of them are super involved. The kids were always tense, dirty, or passing out.. (I'm seriously considering Snow's elopement with Florian when she wakes up.)

Even Gertrude was unhappy.

The kids got through class, suffered though Career Day. The Chef career did not appeal to Joy or Somna.

These two jocks were interested in the athlete career, and the presenter too. Raph was turning out to be a bit of a flirt. Hayden was still unpopular, sadly.

One of the Football Team members came over after school. Joy was still trying to befriend as many teens as she could. As a cheerleader, of course she knew Brett... they had Amazing Compatibility.

Copperdale Football Team by #Simmaddness (EA ID)

Shylee started to play with the fabricator in the shed out back.

@satisimbuilds Medieval Fabricator

Joy seemed to have a bit of a crush on Brett, but why was she sitting on the floor to talk to him?

Dwight: "Prince Florian, since it's a curse, maybe we can ask a Sage to come take a look at Mama Snow?"

Florian: "Of course! Why I didn't think of that? I'll go right away! I know the Sage of Mischief!"

But L. didn't know how to lift the curse either... there were so many different spells that it would be risky to try anything.

@theroyalsims Snow White Set Sage of Mischief Magic by #fantasims (EA ID)

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[quiznak-ofgrayskull]

Hello! I am popping in to subject you to some of my KP brainrot bc I have no one else to talk to this about. Thanks to @somnas-luna (with their spider-man au) I am now obsessed with the idea of Tae being Black Cat.

Just imagine! It fits, right?

Omg that’s perfect actually! Tbh did not know who Black Cat was before this but one google search later I can confidently say you’re very very right

Also Spider-Man au 👀

[sheizara]

November 25 - Day 6 Home / Unnatural

Her half-brother hadn’t been a kind man. Not to her, at least. She’d been the potential heir for that family before he was born, and she knew it irked him how their father had doted on her up until he died and passed his titles on to his trueborn son — bastard daughter or not.

Their estate was large and beautiful, sprawling in the Eversong river valley. Halandir, she knew, felt the pressure of being the “last of his line”. Technically not, though, because Shei had always been right there, too. Working in the halls rather than living in them. His home, not hers. To him, she and her parents had just been the Silverbells — there to serve, but for little else.

Moving to Stormwind, she thought, would be a fine escape. After they had been kicked off the estate lands and, presumably, erased from record of ever having lived there so that Hal could look as pristine as possible for his new, well bred wife, her parents had joined the Farstriders. They were still young enough and could make a living defending the kingdom up until it killed them, too, many decades later. Quel’thalas had nothing left for her, and high elves were welcome enough in some of the other kingdoms.

It had been an age. She had watched this human city grow and be destroyed and rebuild and become more cosmopolitan as it became a kind of capital for the various Alliance races. And still, seeing the elegantly printed ‘Lady Tel’vaiel’s Birthday Masquerade’ invitations tacked to the billet boards soured her whole day.

Some darkly curious part of her wanted to attend, finally maybe meet the woman that had been the cause of a serious amount of general unpleasantness in her life. Had Hal ever told her? Had he been cruel to her too? Did they have children? Who was left there that she’d worked with, especially after the siege? She missed Johar and Vyarha, who would let her sneak sweets from the kitchen, and Olanne, Dania and Somna who were most often on cleaning duties with her.

That first year she chickened out. The dress and mask stayed boxed under her bed in her small human style apartment. It was too much to think about and every time she thought about it the bitterness threatened to overwhelm her.

The second year she went and stuck to the fringes. Well, she’d tried. There had been so much free alcohol and so many people hidden behind masks to dance with and talk to that she’d been swept up in all the lavish splendor. This had all been denied to her. Nobody had anything unkind to say about the hostess herself. Her half-sister-in-law, for all she could tell, was charming and winsome.

Lady Fiorenze Tel’vaiel had spent all this money to throw a grand party that anyone could attend two years in a row now, all the conversations she listened in on or questions she asked about the woman to dance partners glowed with praise. Someone told her that the Lady was a childless widow, and she puked in a bin out in a back alley shortly after.

It could’ve all been hers if she’d stayed in Quel’thalas. The Tel’vaiel titles were hers by birthright — but everything was so different now. The king and the prince were dead. Long live the Regent-Lord and whatever the fuck system they were following out there to keep the nobles happy. There wasn’t a chance in hell any claim she made would ever be honored — and after more thought seemed like it would just be putting herself back into a cage for no good reason.

That third year the affair was hosted, she’d managed a dance with her half-sister-in-law. She was charming and winsome as she had seemed from afar, almost unnaturally so. It was hard not to like her, weird as the whole situation was. Shei managed to successfully and secretly slip a letter into one of her pockets; nothing complicated, just a request for an audience here in Dalaran sometime. Tea, or whatever. Curiosity ate at her and she wanted to know so many things. Sure, the party was fun or whatever, but it was hard to think about anything else… well, until the wine tables refreshed.

The summons came shortly before Winter’s Veil, with a notice that if she couldn’t bring a lawyer one would be provided for her. That was certainly extremely ominous, but she knew a really great divorce lawyer she’d worked with a few times now and convinced him to come along with her for however many billable hours were needed.

They didn’t really have a long conversation when it came down to it. The lawyers were for a reason; Lord Iliphar Tel’vaiel, her father, had left her provisions in his will that Halandir never fulfilled, and some of the others at the estate had vouched for the accuracy of her existence.

Johar and Vyarha still worked in the kitchens. Somna and Olanne didn’t work in the main house anymore but had homes of their own on the estate lands. Dania had joined the Magistry at some point and had left the estate all together.

With the flick of a pen the Lady promised her that her inheritance would be paid, and that was more than enough for Shei.

@daily-writing-challenge

[jimmyaquino]

Comic News Insider Episode 1458 - Thought Bubble Festival Recap! Becky Cloonan/Tula Lotay!

Comic News Insider: Episode 1458 is now available for free download! Click on the link or follow on Spotify/subscribe on iTunes!

Jimmy gives his recap and thoughts on Thought Bubble Festival and his trip over to the UK. A great time as usual! The festival is a wonderful gathering of amazing cartoonists and creators. Just a super positive and supportive atmosphere. In the recap, he gives the scoop on it all from the set up to the crowds to the location and more. Yeah, he LOVED it! Jimmy did 13 interviews and you'll hear the one with Becky Cloonan and Tula Lotay. They talk about their upcoming DSTLRY collaboration SOMNA (out next week!) and how the short story in the recent DSTLRY anthology served as the lead in to it. They also talked about how each other is an inspiration and the joys of working with each other. Love was all over in this interview!

Also, get a hold of us!

Thanks for listening!

[feliciohno]

I can’t sleep I’m fuckin WIRED my bean is FULL

anyone wanna come send me asks n just idk talk bout anime or some shit hetalia whatever idk

My fuckin in somnas are havin a party woowoo