announcement: after hearing some people’s concerns, i’ve decided to get rid of the due date!!! still. i’ve decided i still want to reward those who post their entry before the 21st. so i’ll keep an eye out for that!!
okay… i sat on this idea for a while now… but i guess it’s about time i officially start it..
as some of you know, i’ve been redrawing my first ever ishimondo art every year for the past two years. i like to do it because it marks another year of me being in the dangan fandom while also seeing how my art has changed and improved over time.
i wanted to do something special this year, and the couple times i’ve mentioned this, i had some people respond very positively. so here we go.
i’m hosting a dtiys!!
i’ve just always loved doing things that spark interaction and participation among the ishimondoblr community, and this annual redraw really set that in stone for me. so i thought i’d take it a step further and give you all the opportunity to see how your artistic lenses apply to this artwork.
da rules:
- there are no requirements to participate. this is open to anyone and everyone.
- you can change the original composition if you want, just keep mondo and kiyotaka as the main focus.
- you can always tag me if you post your submission, but i’d also prefer if people used “#nitepuffdtiys2024” to help me find it as well. please at least do one or the other so that i can find your art.
- if you prefer to, you can dm me your entry, but it’s not required by any means.
- one entry per person.
- !!!no time limit!!!
- have fun!!! that’s what this is all about!!
and that’s it!! i’ll put better quality versions of the images above below the cut so you can see and reference them better. i wish you all luck and that you all have a ton of fun with your entries!!
until then, that’s it from me! take care!!
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December Prompts 1: Light
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Dec 1, 2026
The bathroom light wakes him up. The sound of retching gets him out of bed. He winces at the chill of the hardwood floor, but it’s the nudge he needs to get from half-asleep to awake. The gagging he hears, followed by a dry cough, knocks him to fully alert. He makes his way to the bathroom, cursing under his breath.
Her head hangs over the toilet bowl, breaths loud and slow. Against the white tiled floor, her thighs looking tanner than they really are. He takes her in, hand at the nape of his neck, watching her breathe, in...out, her shoulders hunched, hands curled in the hem of her baggy t-shirt.
Percy steps back out into their bedroom.
She’s still in a kneel when he returns, but now she's shifted, head tipped back in fatigue. He reaches for her when her body tenses, she’s gagging again, there's nothing really coming out and there really nothing he can do. She dry heaves and he comes closer, squatting behind her.
Annabeth breathes shakily then spits, hard, trying to clear the taste of sourness and bile from her mouth.
“Put some pants on,” his hand settles on her ribcage, I’m here, the other hand holds out a pair of sweats. “It's cold.”
She doesn’t get up from her position before the toilet, just maneuvers her legs into the pants. One leg in, she jams the other one next, she's finished with a haphazard tug, the band crooked and folded at her waist.
He takes a step back, arms crossing over his bare torso.
“Can get you anything?”
“Ginger tea.” She pushes the hair from her sagging ponytail off of her forehead with two hands. “That’d be nice.”
He watches her for a second, lips pulled in as he considers. In the end, he does as he’s been asked, leaving the sorry, LED bleached scene to return, several minutes later, with the tea as requested, a bit of honey added to soothe.
She’s on her feet by then, toothbrush wedged in her mouth as she sprays the toilet down with some Lysol. She leaves the disinfectant to sit while she rinses out her mouth.
He passes the tea to her when she's done, laying the back of his hand on her neck, then her forehead, just checking.
"Think you can stomach something before work?" He keeps his hand on her, flattening the curls at the crown of her head.
"I'm calling out."
Some of the worry seeps from him.
"Okay," He tilts her head towards him so he can kiss her on the forehead. "Lay down, get some rest." He kisses the hair at her temple. "I've got the girls."
When she crawls back into bed, he's right there pulling the blanket up to her chin. She thanks him softly, eyes almost drifting shut before she catches the pleased look on his face.
"What?" She asks, genuinely curious.
He smiles a little, his hand lingers in her hair out of habit before he admits.
"I didn't think you'd call off."
"Well, I feel like dog shit," she murmurs.
He almost laughs, then sighs with a bit of his own fatigue. "I don't know, honey." He catches her earlobe between his thumb and forefinger. "Sometimes you act like you aren't pregnant. Other times you have me worried sick."
"I can't pretend today," the confession comes out of her, bare enough for him to worry again. "This round goes to your offspring."
He laughs for real this time. "Okay." His thumb brushes her cheek before he bends to press his mouth to the corner of hers. "Take a breather then, Mayweather."
She hmmed. "I'll be back in the ring tomorrow."
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So, I recently moved to a new place, and looking at the local paper this morning I learned about the 25th Annual Rutabaga Curl.
Curling. But with rutabagas. 25th annual.
So please, I desperately need to know:
What produce-themed cultural events does Soul Society have?
Is this primarily why Rukongai farms stuff, since they don’t need to eat it? The annual DAIKON DASH? (A long-distance relay that spans all 80 districts in a given cardinal block).
Does the Seireitei also have produce-themed games? Were they culturally appropriated from Rukongai, or perhaps brought as immigrant customs by Rukongai folk who entered the Gotei?
What produce-themed events does Karakura have, in the town’s attempt to distinguish itself as a culturally distinct patch of Tokyo suburb sprawl? How ham do Isshin (and Karin and Yuzu and perhaps, grudgingly, also Ichigo) go?
Has the Sewing Club (read: Ishida and Orihime) ever designed a giant produce costume?
IS THERE A PARADE
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