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seraphiism · 2 years

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❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢 ) ;

chara : ayato / kazuha / xiao fandom : genshin impact

↬ ayato ࿐ ࿔

"my goodness," the head of the yashiro commission laughs, but you catch the way he winces, "how unbecoming of me."

"unbecoming indeed." you mutter, brows furrowed in absolute concentration as you rummage through the first aid supplies scattered before you.

"adding insult to injury, i see." ayato smiles wryly at you, indifferent. "well then, i leave myself in your hands."

"you should bring thoma back. i think he might be more helpful than me in this case." comes your murmur, a quiet apology leaving your lips as you press the washcloth against the wound on his temple. he sucks in a breath, lets out a deep exhale before he places his hand over yours.

"that won't be necessary. i would rather have no one else but you, love."

"stop flirting."

"i am your husband."

ayato considers teasing you once more, digging himself further into this rabbit hole he knows as amusement, but he feels your hand trembling under his. the smile wavers ever so slightly, turns into one of bittersweetness.

it is a difficult thing to remember, this reality that comes with the role as the head of the clan. you both knew what you were getting into, but when you are reminded of such burdens and possible consequences, it is hard to tell yourself that danger has always had a place in your life together.

"there is nothing to worry about." he tells you, and gently does he lace his fingers with yours, lowering your hands together until the bloodied washcloth hits the floor. "as long as you exist, i will not leave you. you have my word. i swore this to you, did i not?"

such pledges of adoration from him are nothing new to you, but the tears still come, anyway. you feel the heat in your cheeks surface when he presses a gentle kiss against your nose, and for the rest of the day, you do not let go of his hand.

↬ kazuha ࿐ ࿔

the tides are not always kind ; kazuha knows this first and foremost, understands that nature is not one to be messed with. the storms are endless at sea, the lurching of the sails an indication of the danger ahead.

his head hurts, an endless ringing in his ears. he does not remember much of the struggle, only remnants of the chaos of the waves here and there. the bandages wrapped around his head are beginning to come undone, his restlessness slowly unraveling the fabric that fails to keep hold.

how long has he spent trying to redress this? he struggles, a long sigh released when it all falls into his lap for the fifth time. he glances in your direction, smiles brightly when you merely raise a brow at him.

"would you help me, please? this doesn't seem to want to cooperate."

you make your way over, sit on the floor in front of him. gingerly, you wrap the bandages around his head, careful to not pull on his hair. he remains silent, unable to focus on anything else but you.

"even vagabonds rest. you should take it easy, save the adventure for another time."

you secure the dressing, stern gaze abating as kazuha's laughter fills the room. your expression softens into something of ardor as your hands trail down his face, cup his cheeks. he looks at you, crimson eyes holding utmost warmth before another smile blossoms on his lips.

"who will keep this lonely wanderer company while he rests?" he hums, nonchalant, before the smile turns into a grin. "if adventure cannot occupy my time, then who will?"

you nearly roll your eyes, pinch his cheek.

"beidou."

you do not think you've ever seen his content expression falter so quickly.

"no, that's not who--"

"i know who you meant, my lovely crimson leaf." now you are the one who is smiling. you kiss his lips, gentle, and note the pink that blooms on his face. "i'll stay with you, kazuha."

↬ xiao ࿐ ࿔

xiao knows pain like it is a longtime friend ; the past & present & future filled with such hindrances. this is nothing compared to what he has endured once before , karmic debt dwelling in the crevices of a corrupted soul that is undeserving of redemption renounced. an adeptus covered head to toe with wounds, sanguine clashing with porcelain skin.

it stings, all of it. leaves a searing sensation throughout his body, makes him almost see white. his jaw clenches, fists balled up. he knows this pains you too, so he thinks it's better that you don't see him in such a state. he'll push you away, just as he always does, because that is all he knows.

"leave me be." he tells you, his calm demeanor sharpened with jagged edges. "this is nothing to worry about."

your hands tremble, fumble with the bandages that nearly slip through your fingers. you swallow hard, misery in your eyes, and you almost feel stupid. because it is not your injury, but the hurt is yours to carry too, and you wish xiao would realize that.

he does not meet your gaze ; he doesn't allow himself to, because he has always succumbed to a moment of weakness and will not allow himself to fall any further. but there is something in the way you whisper his name, and there is something in the way your voice breaks that makes his heart shatter. your gazes lock, shock meeting sorrow, and how devastating it is to see the tears trail down your face and know that he is the cause of it all.

"xiao," his name falls off the tip of your tongue, pleading, "won't you let me help you?"

so he does. he does, silently, and when all is said and done, you are still crying.

"i'm sorry." xiao says, tenderness in the heart as he kisses your tears away. "please, don't waste your tears on me. i will be alright."

#genshin impact x reader #kamisato ayato #kazuha kaedehara #xiao #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #.: multi #.: writing

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comicaurora · 1 year

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This is probably a weird question, but what are some tips you could give on character design? I've been trying to feel confident with my own designs, but they feel kind of bland... what kinds of things would you suggest to help make designs stand out more?

Hoo boy. Hm. I feel like I am not the right person to ask about this because objectively I do almost nothing you're "supposed" to, but if it's working I guess that means I might be onto something?

A lot of my design considerations are practical. I don't want to give anybody a design that's going to be a nightmare to draw over and over again. I've done enough commissions in my time to know when somebody is overdesigned and therefore hugely annoying to draw, and that's a no-no. So I tend to stick with simple patterns at most, not too many layers, no need for five million belts, no need for incredibly intricate hairstyles, etc. This is a practical consideration for the medium of comic art, but other mediums have different considerations - 3D-modeled art, for instance, can overdesign the characters as much as they want because they only need to model them once, and a lot of visual novel characters are limited to a very small handful of poses and some interchangeable expressions, meaning it isn't prohibitively complicated to make them a little Extra. The most time-consuming and frustrating commissions I've ever done were for characters who were frankly never designed to be drawn more than once. A quick sampling of highlights for the design features I swore to myself I would never deal with again-

So on a basic level, if you're designing a character to draw over and over again, it needs to be something you're willing and able to draw over again. Intricate patterns, a lot of interlocking plates, anything with lace - those are all things I try to avoid.

I've often seen the advice that character silhouettes should be super visually distinct, that characters should be very strongly shaped like different things. I think that's great if your style is that flexible, but if you kind of want everybody to be shaped like a human being with a skeleton, this advice is not very useful.

I think a diversity of body shapes is great, but the style I favor requires the anatomy to at least sort of makes sense, which means while there can still be a lot of variation in the distribution of muscle and fat, everyone's bones are gonna be in roughly the same place. I can't just draw a square and fill it with a dude. So instead I try and distinguish my character silhouettes in other ways.

Everyone's hair is different, and because most characters have big hair, this plays a large part in their silhouette. Falst and Erin both have short hair, but Falst's is a bristling mane while Erin's is usually more swept and soft-looking. Dainix and Kendal both have long hair, but even when Dainix's hair is loose it doesn't hang or flow the same way Kendal's does - it gets in the way, drapes in front of his face and overall doesn't move the same. Alinua's hair is bouncy curls. On top of that, everyone's outfits are fairly simple, but no two of them are exactly the same - Erin has a monopoly on poofy sleeves, Kendal has cuffed boots and the back-slung sword, Dainix has the poncho and the poofier pants, Alinua has the v-neck top with slightly pauldron-y shoulders and the slippers, Falst's clothing is ragged at the edges, etc. Even without getting into their distinct color palettes, everyone's at least a little bit distinct.

And this is another place where I purposefully try to avoid overdesigning. If everyone has too much going on it can circle around to being hard to tell the characters apart, because too much is happening. Who can pay attention to the fact that one character is sleeveless and one has asymmetrical boots and one has a mullet when everybody is wearing eight layers of embroidered fabric with four belts and half a breastplate on top?

Avoiding same-face is hard, and I'm not very good at it. But I do try to make sure everyone's face shape, nose and eyes are at least slightly different from everyone else's. It might not show from a distance and it might not be as extreme as a pixar design sheet, but it's something.

Ultimately the main consideration I keep in mind when designing characters is - perhaps a bit redundantly - their character. Who they are as people, and how that will impact the way they look. Everybody stands differently, and shifts their weight differently when a situation is changing.

Despite both being short, lightweight guys with short hair, Falst and Erin are wildly different people and are not going to dress the same, make the same facial expressions or hold themselves the same way. Despite both being tall, long-haired, generally friendly warrior badasses, Kendal and Dainix carry themselves very differently and react to things in very distinct ways. Tess and Erin have the exact same haircut and nobody noticed for ages because of everything else.

The designs aren't complicated, and compared to some, they aren't even that distinct. But I try to make sure that their personality is visible in every aspect of their design. Every "why?" in their design has an in-character answer, and since they're all quite different on the inside, keeping things simple means that starts showing through on the outside.

This is also how I can visually distinguish between Vash and Kendal, who have the exact same body and clothes.

we can never underestimate the importance of ✨body language✨

#asks #aurora #art stuff

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fightabear · 2 months

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okay i just got home from atlantic entertainment expo and i need to share the highlight of my con. also hi @amtrax i cannot believe you found me here

so! last year i started tabling at conventions. last year's Atlantic Entertainment Expo was my first one ever. i absolutely love doing this and getting to meet fellow creatives, and i try to make it a point to create something for creators & actors whose work really impacted me as a way of giving back. and like it feels like (to me, this is not reflective of reality but the imposter syndrome) giving a teacher a stick figure drawing they're just going to put on the fridge. but it's the smallest way to show appreciation for the work they've done that's made my life better.

the second i heard that austin lee matthews, motorcycle master of midgar himself, was coming to one of my local conventions up here in the ass end of canada, i was excited. immediately knew i had to make something special because roche was one of my very favorite things about remake and i'll quote his big bombastic speech patterns when i'm trying to psyche myself up to deal with difficult clients at the day job.

so i make my little roche charms, set one aside and keep it on me, and go about my con weekend - and end up being so busy i can't slip away. i check his table a few times when its slow but i keep missing him, so i just resolve to get it to him tomorrow or send one of my friends.

and an important part of this story is i am terrible with recognizing people from photographs. like... once i actually meet someone in person that information is locked and loaded but i don't remember faces from photo promos.

(i have a story where i didn't recognize adam croasdell who stopped by to talk to me during setup last year, which was my first year of doing cons & i was so busy trying to get everything set up and i didn't recognize him because i was so deep in 'oh god what am i doing' and that is going to haunt me)

near to the end of the day i'm working on a client's commission and someone comes up to my table and waits incredibly patiently as i'm trying to muddle through some EOD burnout. sometimes people just come up and watch me draw so it can be kind of hard to tell if someone's just vibing or waiting for my attention (and my helper had disappeared into the ether so i was Very Whelmed) so when i finally turn, incredibly apologetic and awkward because oh god they were so patient and were waiting way too long, this guy is still beaming. i'm just like! i'm so sorry, is there anything i can help you with? and he just grins and says,

"oh i just wanted to come by and say," and then immediately drops into the roche voice, "HELLO MY FRIEND!"

AND WHEN I TELL YOU I LOSE IT. i immediately apologize to the client because i just need to give this man the thing i made, so i grab the charm and offer it and just start gushing. we get to chat a little bit - i don't even remember i was just so excited - but i have a client waiting. so i assume he's going to disappear into the crowd because - this is taking so much time.

but austin just stands there as i finish the commission... which takes longer than planned! i don't even know how long he was there. he's super supportive the entire time, making comments about my art, and when the commission is done and the client leaves.

so! he buys a vincent charm and then shows me the adorable promptis print he bought from another table and is just like a goddamn ray of sunshine the entire time. he also tipped which he absolutely did not need to do. again - incredibly enthusiastic and excited just to be there and be around fellow fans. it made my entire weekend. we get to talk a little more before i text my next one to let them know i'm ready for them.

i didn't get nearly as much time as i wanted to because man if someone every radiated golden retriever best friend energy, it's austin. literally everyone i spoke to who interacted with him was so taken.

he stopped by again near the end of the day yesterday when i had a line again so i didn't get to talk, but then he dropped that he'd found my tumblr (i'm sure my face was a perfect mask of horror, i pretend to be a professional artist & adult on twitter and here is where i radiate my feral rat gremlin energy) and i am going to finish the extra surprise i was working on and add more to it because - sincerely - made my convention and turned what could have been a very stressful situation into a wonderful memory. my literal only regret is that i forgot my ultimanias at home (along with half of my setup, crying into my hands) because i wanted to get those signed.

Austin, i will bring my awkward ass to your dms once i've recovered from con crunch, but sincerely if you are ever on PEI or get the hankering to go during the summer season, please hit me up. my family has a little cottage by the beach (not to be confused with a cabin in the woods) that is welcome and free for friends to use (in the least parasocial way possible, welcome to the island. after like two good conversations with someone you're buddies). i love the island, i love sharing what i love about it, and i hope this weekend made it clear that the island loves you.

( also if you ever have any art needs that require... whatever in the hell my style is please know i am here )

my god. i cannot emphasize how much i love doing conventions. the vibes, the excitement, all of the connections. realizing people are getting to be regulars and i recognize them from con to con and i get to ask them about how their year was while i draw and get to celebrate the good and try to offer whatever i can to balance out the bad.

my heart is so full right now.

also!! if anyone is still reading this rambling post, please check out @palletteknife. this isn't final fantasy related i am just absolutely obsessed with their work and spent like all sunday showing people this fantastic carrie charm they made ITS SO CUTE AND HORRIFYING AND THE STYLE IS AMAZING

#roche #atlantic entertainment expo #austin lee matthews #con life

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fr-wiwiw · 2 months

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I have no art to post— actually I do. It's my studies and sketches, sfw & nsfw, things like that. But I haven't been deliberately drawing something. Mainly I've just been focusing on sharpening my art skills to gain commissions as I'm a freelance human artist, in the midst of AI chaos, I'm trying my very best to keep up while not draining myself.

So I just want to give you some updates of my life, idk if this is important or not. I'm still a bit constipatedly (is this even a fucking word lol) awkward with communicating with my followers or advertising myself. Ironic, really, bcs I majored in design & advertisement.

Hi there, my lovelies—I hope you don't mind me calling you all that. I've been trying to do healthy habits and diligently fulfill my needs in 3 aspects. Mentally, spiritually and physically. For the past 7± years, I was not really in a great place mentally. I will not expose it in this post, don't worry it doesn't have anything to do with drugs or whatnot. Just that I've been constantly working and working, controlled by fear and my anxieties and I got depressed I think.

I didn't really understand how to actually 'heal' back then. But now I do now. Starting from January I've been trying to bounce back to have a healthy mindset again— trust me when I say I'm an overthinker & problem solver, it's such a nightmare to live in this body sometimes. Fellow overthinker, problem-solver & feeler type will relate to this perhaps hahah.. I'm a turbulence type too, fucking yay. Luckily, my prayers are answered. I can't write it down one by one here, you would be reading a 10k+ fanfiction and I'm sure you'd rather have me draw or write a real fanfic, smut would be preferable won't it? lol

I have many things change, become my better self (bcs I was, still am obsessed becoming better than my past self and I'm tired of living in such dark headspace). I do feel the changes, it helps that I have better friends, filtered out some that affects me negatively. This journey going into my 30s really is such a roller coaster, I never liked my 20s bcs of all the trauma and pain. But I wouldn't be able to reach this point if it wasn't for it.

So.. I'm grateful. Trying to always be grateful too, no matter how hard my circumstances are. I have faith that I will get what I've always envisioned and dream of

I'm also grateful that in 2022, a friend encouraged me to post my Gahan fanart. Now this may seem like biased and dedicated post for my Gahan moots & followers, in some way yes, I cannot deny that. But mostly this is too all of you, who come here and follow me bcs you like my arts & fanfics, supports me however you can despite having our own hardships that we may or may not share here. Your responses to my creations really feeds me and help me boost my confidence to keep drawing & keep creating, keep hoping. I always read your hashtags here, a lot of you are really such a hilarious individuals. I'm grateful my art can find you or you find my art and take delight in it. Because I do take delight in your reactions. In some ways, I never realized it, but you guys feel like penpals. It still feel one-way communication most of the time, idk if it's because of my awkwardness to respond to such responses. Feeling like, ah this too will pass or just bask in the reactions and sit then do nothing productive. I'm kinda scared I will be satisfied with one post and then not post anymore. You get it.. Yea you can probably tell by now I'm up in my head thinking too much. Posting that first Gahan fanart on twitter really was the best decision. It feels like I gained a special community, that's surprisingly still active and alive till this very day, I'm always waiting for new fics to drop gosh. I get to see tweets & tumblr posts that are deranged, detailed analysis, fan edits, those gifs, aus, fellow artists & authors! I get to know little bits of your daily lives too and what kind of person you are online haha, just so fun.

And then my freelancing journey.. My decision to become a freelancer has always been one of my dreams but boy oh boy isn't it fucking hard to start from 0 and exist in confusion haha. Money doesn't come easy too bcs I help feed my family along with my siblings. I've been swallowing all my jealousy seeing ppl my age can go out and watch concerts (even tho I don't like crowded & noisy places like that). Going on vacation, be in a romantic relationship, marry, so on and so forth. Idk if this is tmi posting my feelings like this out in the world, but it is what it is.

So.. TLDR:

Hi, I'm alive. I haven't post or updated much bcs I've been focusing on my well being. Honing my art skills, trying to get art commissions to put food on my table and simultaneously enjoying life as much as I could wisely. Thankyou to all of you who are still following me and keep supporting me, I will have to say, If you follow me for only Gahan posts, I have to disappoint you bcs I won't always post Gahan bcs I draw other things too. For my enjoyment, yours, others and mostly for me to gain market for commission too. This is norm, I'm sure most of you realized that too. But I still want to address things to you, I like interacting with all of you. I won't be surprised if one day you leave/unfollow, but let me be grateful to you while you're still here supporting me ^^

That's all for my update. I try my best to make this post as short but effective as possible so I don't bore you with my long ass writing, per usual lol. I cannot seem to write in shorts, I have accepted my faith lmao.

I wish you all well, wherever you are. I hope we can all be happy and well in this dark and uncertain place. Don't hesitate to give comments or drop questions here, I'm cooking my skills and art taste so I can give more to you and be satisfied with what I will achieve along with the progress.

See you in the next post!🌟

#artists on tumblr #fris #letters #somewhat #an update of my life #because I've been away #and just improve my life to be healthy and better overall #for my #mental health

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owlyjules · 1 year

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Hi Julie!

Im sorry if this is too invasive (no need to respond if it is), but what are your thoughts about being able to make a living as an independent artist? I’m trying to switch personally from an unfulfilling life path and I do not have people in my life that are supportive of the direction I want to go (artist). I don’t necessarily make the same kind of art as you, but I was just curious if you have advice because your work is very professional and you seem to be doing art full time successfully! We’re there certain goals you tried to meet to be able to produce art at a specific rate, what experiences did u have selling on Etsy/making prints/stickers, etc? Any words of wisdom or insights would be appreciated 🙏🏻 thank you, and have a wonderful day! ✨

Hi! and that a big question!

First and foremost, I want to make a bit clearer my personal situation before answering.

You see I actually have a full time job atm as a BG Designer/Senior Layout artist at an animation studio. So sadly I can't fully speak on being an independent artist myself. (Even if its something I dream about as well.)

I started convention (back in the before times) and then recently Etsy as a way to test out the waters if I could make the switch. and while I wouldnt be able to fully support my family without my full time job, I am not gonna lie that this extra money has been helping us A LOT when I would fall in between animation contract or when some personal family stuff happened.

I still think there is value in being artist and pursuing it. I know many artist who DID DO IT and are still doing it! And I am sorry your family is not supporting you in this. (I dont know the situation but for me at first I remember my dad being mostly worried about me being able to pay my bills if I went in a more art focused career. so hopefully some of their critique, while hurtful, comes from worry.)

I think a good starting point would probably to start on with an Etsy and selling little things like stickers or postcards and see how it goes while continuing a full time job to be safe. When I first started I would only order about 20 postcards and not more than 25 or 50 stickers. Then as you settled and get your foot in, you can always do more!

Long story short, I think its a switch better done slowly and that require you to diversify the type of things you offer, from etsy shops to commission as you settle into this freelance life.

Its a hard one that I havent fully reached myself either, but knowing how some artists are able to, maybe you will too!

#the ghosts are asking #long post #I wish you all the luck!#but yeah in my situation I am very thankful i have my job even if i wish i could be fully independent

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hannahssimblr · 4 months

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Chapter Ten

January is long, and February, somehow even longer. It brings with it the kind of biting cold winds that make my face hurt and indignance rise inside me at the injustice of having to be outside in it. I try to manoeuvre my useless fingerless gloves over my knuckles as though they might provide even the tiniest bit of extra heat to my hands, but it’s already too late. I’ve let the cold invade, and by now there’s nothing I can do to prevent the cold spasms that rip through to my bones.

It is five in the evening. I’ve been here since the morning, once Simon reluctantly allowed me to take a day of work away from the studio, but it’s been relentlessly cold since I arrived. The sun will set in an hour from now and I will lose the light, so I forge on anyway, tracing a careful line with the nozzle of the spray paint along the brick at the gable end of the bookshop that commissioned me. It is my first mural on a building, not a window, but nobody seemed to doubt my ability to do it when they approached me. Nobody except for me, and while I didn’t express it, I doubted it, and I still doubt it, even now.

I reach around at my feet for the cherry red paint can and rattle it before spraying a wide, confident arc across the brick. Does it look good? Does any of this look good? I’ve been nose to nose with it for so many hours now that I can hardly even tell what it is. The paint stains my finger tip red. Just about every inch of me must be dusted with paint at this point, as the wind has been blowing it back on me in clouds and leaving speckles all over my skin and clothes. I eye the streak of teal paint that has run down the side of my middle finger and dried there, and I silently curse at it, knowing how badly it will stain as I pull my vibrating phone from my pocket.

Don’t suppose you’re free for a call tonight?

I wish. I’m never free anymore.

Sorry, I have a date at the medieval torture chamber.

Gym with Shane?

Yep.

And in those rare times that I am, Jude isn’t. We’ve been missing each other for weeks, like trains passing on the tracks, what with my work, the increase in commissions, more cards to design, I’ve been finding myself cooped up in the studio until late into the evening sometimes. And Jude, he’s working hard on his final projects. He spends as much time in his studio as I do. Sometimes the only meaningful correspondence I’ll get from him in a given week is a photograph of whatever modernist chunk of plaster or clay he’s working on lately, and this week is shaping up to be another just like that, only I’ll be the one sending some hasty close up of a few swipes of paint and trying to convince him that I’m getting paid to do this.

We haven’t caught up in so long.

I like to imagine that he’s desperately sad about this fact, miserable and missing me terribly, when in fact he’s probably just bored at home again, Jonas likely out somewhere without him and whatever silly movie he’s put on the television has stopped being entertaining.

At this rate I won’t see you until I come over.

Yeah, what the hell. How have we not spoken in over a month?

Probably because I hate you and I’m avoiding you. 😉 We’ll have a proper catch up in Berlin.

He sends me a crocodile emoji, which has become our private code for “goodbye” as in, “See you later, alligator”. I type one back and get on with what I was doing, and paint another broad, sweeping line in that delicious cherry red paint. I last ten more minutes without an interruption, and there is a voice from behind me.

“Well.”

I whirl around. “Ugh, hi Shane.”

“Delighted to see me, are you?”

“Honestly it’s a bit like a bad omen when you appear.”

I yank my protective mask from my mouth while he huffs out a laugh. “Ready for the gym?” I groan in protest, but I gather my things anyway, stacking all of the spray paint bottles into a giant canvas bag and rolling up the tarp. We stop by Mezzotint to store all of it in the studio and let me change out of my painty clothes in the employee bathroom and then we take the Luas into town to the gym.

Shane decides to show me mercy, and lets me spend our session in the pool, so while he heads to the gym and does his usual routine, I swim lengths of the fast lane and keep strict count of the number so that I can brag about it when he comes to use the health suite. I reached a point suddenly, a month or two ago, where my lungs and limbs didn’t burn so badly during my swimming lessons, and in fact, despite the inevitable dread that the gym instils in me, once I’m actually in the pool I find myself enjoying it. I swim to the end, turn and come back, over and over as the smooth hands on the big clock rotate, and finally I anchor myself to the lip of the pool as Shane crouches in front of me, hair wet from the shower.

“How many?” He wants to know.

“Sixty lengths.”

“Many breaks?”

“None.”

He nods with approval and says “good stuff.” Which is the highest compliment available. I struggle out onto the tiles with trembling arms and follow him to the health suite sauna where we sit, ragged breaths, and the water that rolls off our bodies dissolves into mist as it drips onto the benches.

“How’s college?” I say.

“Grand.”

“Full on now, I’d say, is it? With the final exams kind of looming on the horizon a bit.”

He shrugs. “I dunno, I suppose so.”

Shane did not fail his Christmas exams. He didn’t pass them with flying colours by any means but Shane being Shane, has never once done poorly at anything he has attempted. As far as I know he has never failed a test, and it’s evident by now that it’s not for lack of trying. The final exams are Claire’s newest worry, as she’s convinced he’s yet to open a single textbook.

“And the football?” I venture, and watch as his shoulders slump. “It’s good, it’s busy and all. I dunno. I’ve a few things to kind of think about in terms of it. You know, like, some things to consider.”

I nod. “Must be tricky to balance it all, like what with the training and college and all. I can’t imagine how hard it is.”

He glances at me with a furrowed brow as though what I’ve just said has nothing to do with what he was talking about, but he throws me a consolatory “Yeah.” anyway, clearly not bothered to explain what he meant.

“Pity you can’t come to Berlin.” I pivot. “It’d be nice if you were there, like, I know you’ve visited before and all, but I think it’ve been a fun friends thing to do altogether. Not often we all get to hang out now that we’re so busy.”

“Nice for Claire to have time away on her own though.” He says. “I think a bit of distance would do her good, a bit of space.” and I wonder if he means from Dublin or from him.

“I’m a bit nervous to go.” I admit, which prompts him to look right at me for the first time since we came inside. “Why?”

“I’m not sure, I suppose it’s been years since I’ve been out of Ireland, like, been in a different country with a different language and… like, I dunno I suppose I’m nervous to be around Jude and all his friends.”

“They’re just more of the typical artist types, nothing to get that excited about.” He eyes me for a moment before adding “They’re not going to think you’re uncool, or whatever it is that you’re worrying about. Nobody cares about that type of thing except for you.”

“I don’t care if they think I’m uncool.” I lie defensively.

“Right. So is it about Astrid then? Do you think she’s going to tear you a new one?”

I stare at him, startled. “What are you on about?”

“Astrid, like.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

He rolls his eyes and gets up, slinging his towel over his shoulder. “I’m sure you don’t, Evie, you fecking dope.” He says, and then pushes his way out into the cool air of the poolside.

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scummy-writes · 24 days

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*summersaults in*

I’m not sure if you were doing the “tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember me by as a writer” thing but if not… I hope this ask finds you well 😅

I just have to say how much I really love how you write Arthur 🥺 I’ve probably read them all, and they match his vibe so well.

Some examples of my faves~ MC too depressed to get out of bed? That’s one of my go-to comfort fics. Midnight Impulses? Chef’s kiss. Truly rent free.

And so back when you had commissions open, I immeeediately hopped on it… give or take 30 minutes 😅 and I was stoked to have another go-to Arthur comfort fic I could lean on.

There was a moment when I was rereading it that I kinda just “huh… I know it’s ‘Arthur’ saying this but really it’s Scum giving me really solid advice rn as the author” and it broke my brain for a lil while. The same thing happened with Uncomposed Sorrows. It was kinda like a friend giving a word-hug to others who are stressed tf out.

(I may have reread Uncomposed Sorrows earlier today. I may have also gotten a lil emotional about it again. Hard to say.)

But idk, I think your ability to write great comfort fics is pretty rad. It’s a special kind of empathy, and my god does it seem vulnerable (I still haven’t talked myself into posting any). But I can vouch for yours helping me feel better during ~the sads~. I also want to mention that you’re always kind and empathetic, even when it’s just chatting, and that’s also pretty rad.

Sorry if this was weird/random, but if it is *Keef voice* you can punch me if you’d like 😭 also you absolutely don’t need to post this if you don’t want to, I just wanted you to know you’re cool 🥹

*dodge rolls out*

aww moth. I did reblog it but after a few hours i felt self concious and deleted it, so you may have seen it intially hahaha 👉👈 this isnt weird at all! this is very flattering and very very very kind of you to send. put the keef voice away!!!

i don't know if you *want* a behind the scenes for those stories, because I understand that the disconnect of 'this is Arthur saying this' verses 'this is Scum saying this' may sort of strip some of the fun from the stories, so feel free to ignore this part:

for the 'Mc too depressed to get out of bed' fanfic, and Uncomposed Sorrows, both of those were. well, I was depressed! The bed one I was holed up in bed for a few days in an awful depression fit, and then for the other I was very, very, very frustrated at myself for being unable to write. When I get in these moods (thankfully, the first one not happening for a few years), i do try to think of my favorite characters witnessing me in such a state, or. loosely an oc. and consider how they may react and how they would help. In both of those, i imagined Arthur would know the telltale signs of depression, how awful it can get, mixed in with a few other issues. I imagined that he's likely very experienced with both as well, especially since he has ptsd.

Arthur in those served as a voice of reason I needed to hear in those moments, or the voice of distraction- some kinda reminder that things are fine, and so that's what I imagined when I was upset. and I wrote those out usually in the moment to help distract myself, and that may be why they sound very vulnerable! because I was very upset when I wrote those. writing them helped me process the emotions and accept that, well, if it was a fave chara who could relate to what I was goin through telling me these things, then it made it easier to swallow and accept.

In a way, it is also me giving advice, even if it is Arthur saying it, and in a way, it is arthur giving advice I feel like he may try to give in these scenarios.

I think i babbled a lot and made this sound confusing

I am very, very happy that these give you a lot of comfort, and i am happy the comm one does too!! I really wanted them to comfort others, so i am very happy that you're able to reread them again and it helps you feel better.

If you think posting some of your own vent-pieces will help you process whatever it is you're going through, then I encourage it! it's nice to have it written down that our blorbos would comfort us.

thank you again for the super sweet message moth!! it was really nice to read and I've read it about five times now, ahaha!

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orchidyoonkook · 7 months

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Hi, need to scream. Tumblr seems to listen best. can and please feel free to ignore.

okay so essentially my job has removed all of the things I use and need in order to be able to do my job with my mental disorder. my mental DISABILTY. that i was honest with them and told them about at my freaking trial shift. that i told them i needed certain things in order to do well. nothing drastic. but things that helped me significantly with my performace.

SOOOOOOOOO i am now severely struggling at my job because they've taken those away cuz they were 'annoying' or 'in the way' or 'clutter'. like. im not even leaving shit every where. It's like, maybe at most 3 sticky notes? (for example) and they're written just for me, like just so i can have a list of things i can do and know to go back and look on when i need a task because ive finished the one i was doing. but then my boss reads them and critiques them as if they're for everyone. or says 'okay yeah but we do that every day so i dont see why you have to write it down. you should know to do it by now' LIKE BRO. I forget to put deodorant on some days because of said mental disability. it's something i do and have done every day since i was 12 or 13. thats 12 years. and i still forget some days just cuz my brain wasn't working properly.

AND now due to this they have put me, one of the staff currently with more seniority than 3 other staff, down to one shift a week, while every one else is full time or heavily part time.

In march i was full time and kicking ass, I was the fastest employee on my tasks, i was doing great, the customers loved me and now that all of my things that i need in order to function have been removed for everyone else's aesthetic preferences, I'm suffering, and most likely being silently fired.

like... what do i do with that. I can do my job, with my accomadations - that arent that many btw - i dont expect them to move mountains for me. But dude. I hate this feeling so much because i'm capable, theyve seen me be capable. i was for 1.5 years. like i want to be good at my job. I like and enjoy being good at my job. i've told them that. I want to do good but my ability to be good is being derailed, and i just get told to try harder, just work harder, impress your boss with how hard you work -> for minimum wage, i might add.

and everyone is like "just get a new job, just apply for more jobs you're not applying for enough, literally just apply for everything, even if youre not qualified" and i cant just do that, due to said disability. there are jobs i am unable to do. so i have to be a lil picky otherwise i'll be right back where i am now. and ive been looking for months and applying for months with no luck - no one ever responds. why list jobs if you dont respond?????

it's getting to the point where im debating opening up drawing commissions or writing commissions, or something that i can make to earn a little extra cash here and there while i get over this transition period. And that's a big deal for me because i don't do commissions. I do my art for myself or for when i want to share something i've made already, like the UTWT books. Hell, I did a tattoo design for a friend on here that i put easily 40 hours into, and i felt guilty that they wanted to pay me for it because i'd asked them for the idea. Like, i don't do commissions. so for me to be considering it is really telling for me.

anyways. this is a bajillion words long now, but i already feel better. and I'm posting it in the middle of the night in hopes that the void just consumes it and never lets it see the light of day.

If you read this, thanks and sorry for the bummer of a post. This isnt a pity party or a poor yoon thing. I'm not looking for comfort or any of that. this is a 'i don't have a therapist and my friends and partner and family are sick of hearing me bitch, when i havent been able to fix it in months despite trying my best too' thing. so yeah..

i hope the new year brings me something good.

#i just needed to get that out #dont mind my screaming #literaly ignore it its just me bitching about my job for the millionth time #im not even doing organizing tags so itll vanish into the interweb

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 2 years

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Hi all,

If there's one thing I have always struggled with, it is to ask for help when I need it. It has taken me weeks of doing everything on my own to produce next to nothing in terms of results, so here I am swallowing my pride (which is a hard thing to do for those who know me well).

After having a successful contract singing abroad for the summer, events following the very few days after the contract left me financially drained. I was not paid on time as according to the contract, which left me stranded in a country not my own for more than a week, and spending money I needed to save in order to make sure I was not sleeping on the street. Because of this (and the company's refusal to reimburse me for the money I spent while waiting for them to comply with our contract), and the fact that I had to use the rest of my money to find a new place to live as well as having next to no work for the last few weeks, I am unable to pay my rent at the end of this week, as well as be able to buy basic necessitites like food. The most frustrating thing about this is that had the company paid me on time as it was stipulated in our contract, none of this would be happening.

Thankfully work picks back up again now that September is just around the corner, but as I do not get paid until the end of the month, it proposes a massive problem in terms of being able to get myself up on my feet. At the moment, I'm looking to just be able to try and raise £700, so that I may focus on keeping the roof over my head I only just procured a few weeks ago, and so that I can travel to and from work.

I will also be able to take up some Deco Sim commissions should anyone wish it. Simply fill out this form. Anything to help me through this particularly frustrating situation I did not expect to find myself in.

You can donate to me via Ko-Fi or Paypal, should you be able to.

And if you cannot, please help me by sharing this post out.

As always, I am so grateful for your support. It means so much more than you know.

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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The Secretary(Hawks/Keigo Takami x Female Reader) Part 3[FINALE]

Look here for part 1 and part 2

Tag List: @lukneetoonz

Prompt:

Hawks: You gotta stop doing that.

(Y/N): Doing what?

Hawks: Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.

Relationship: Hawks/Takami Keigo x Female reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Warnings: Cussing, humor, fluff :), Season 4-5 spoilers

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“It’s a miracle. She’s been here for a month.”

My confident shoulders drop at the sound of my other boss’ words. I turned away from Hawks to meet her eyes. “I’m right here, you know.” Shikira smiled at me from the bottom of her heart as a reply. The man next to her gave me a polite but nervous smile.

Shikira has been by my side during my work here at Hawks agency. She helps with setting up meetings for the number two hero and gives me lots of advice. She’s my second boss. It’s hard for me to ever be mad at her. The woman has a heart of pure gold, always being so kind and even buying me a caffeinated drink in the mornings to keep me awake.

Hawks, being his ungodly self, lays a heavy hand on my head in an annoying pat. “She’s a lucky one, huh? Aren’t you glad to find someone like Little Bird here.” He says to Shikira.

The woman giggles at his normal antics, while I growled at his next nickname for me on the list. Not that I know he has a list full of nicknames for me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did have one. “Oh, of course I'm happy she’s here! A miracle worker!” She kept her close-eyed smile towards Hawks and I. But her eyes open quickly in shock. “Oh! Hawks, you have a meeting with the Hero Public Safety Commission. And (Y/N), they want you to join.”

Hawks and I ironically turned to her in shock. I know a bit about Hawks past, surprisingly given by the hero himself a while back.

“Hawks.” I call out as I clean the mess from his dinner in his office. The called man sat at his desk, filling out paperwork I gave him. I wasn’t looking at him, but the way he hummed told me he was listening. “What is the Hero Public Safety Commission? I mean…what are they to you?” He had a meeting with them just earlier that day, in which I was not able to attend with him. Those are the only meetings I am not allowed to attend. Every other meeting I’m with him to retrieve information for him.

I hear him chuckle softly. “Curious, are we?”

My hands freeze from cleaning. “I’m…sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.” I say, returning to my chore.

Hawks lets out a long sigh, his chair creaking as he moves in it. “It’s okay, little bird. I don’t mind telling. You, at least.” He says. My eyebrows furrowed annoyingly at the usual nickname, but I decided to give up on fighting him. I look up at him in curiosity, setting the small trash can down to listen carefully.

My fists clenched the longer he told his story. How they took him in as a kid when he showed potential for saving a few people. His parents were abusive, but once he was taken in, his dad was arrested for being a criminal. Sure, his life got a bit better, but not very much.

“You didn’t get to live a normal life as a kid.” I say quietly. As much asI didn’t want him to hear it, my mouth speaking without my brain being in control, I knew he did. I didn’t let him speak up, the hot salty tears flowing down my cheeks hopefully being hidden behind my hair as I bow down. “Thank you for telling me, Hawks. I’ll be sure to keep it to myself. I’ll be leaving now.” And with that, I was out of his office and heading home.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” I ask the hero as I follow quickly behind him. My hands clasped each other in nervousness, unsure of what the Commission wanted from me.

Hawks glanced at me. “If they want you there, then it’s fine. Relax, alright?” He coaxed gently. I didn’t notice we stopped just before the doors, his gloved hand grasping onto mine. “Just stay close to me and you’ll be alright. I promise.” I hated the way my heart pounded against my chest by the way he was trying to calm me down. I nodded at his words, letting him let go of my hand and opening the door.

“You called?” He asked, stepping forward to an older man and woman. The man smiled at me as I followed behind the hero after closing the door.

The man turned away, looking out of the giant window. “Hawks, we want you to be a spy for the Paranormal Liberation Front.”

I remember full well what the Liberation Army was. With the many meetings we’ve had about what little information They’ve gotten on them. My hands subconsciously gripped onto each other tightly. Was I worried about him? The number two hero who was too fast for his own good? A hero who was so strong, nothing so far has taken him down?

Yes. I was so worried, I felt sick to my stomach.

"If dirtying my hands can somehow bring everyone peace of mind, I'll gladly take on this task." Hawks bows formally, his wings sprouting up. One of his many feathers that fell off of his wings fell on my head. I gently pick it up, looking at it carefully. So many thoughts ran in my head, I practically missed the whole meeting.

“(Y/N).” The old man calls my name. I slowlylook up at him from the feather. “We would like to speak to you alone.” Hawks gave me a worried glance before leaving the room. “Now, then. You’re probably wondering why you’re here.”

The woman takes a step forward. “We can tell how close you and Hawks are.” I wanted to argue about that statement but refrained from doing so. I’d get fired if I did. “With you by his side, we can feel at ease.”

“Yes. You, besides us, are the only one who knows about Hawks’ new mission. Can we trust you to keep it that way?” The old man questions me.

I grip the feather in my hand. “R-right. I’ll look out for him!”

The woman chuckles. “That’s good to hear. You are free to go.”

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“So, what’d they say?” Hawks asked me with a smile. We got back to his office, just him and I.

“You already know what they said.” I frown. His head cocks to the side in question to my words. I forcefully shove the feather I was holding into his chest, making him grab it. With his quirk, I already know he was eavesdropping on the conversation with his feather. I turned away quickly, letting my warm cheeks cool off a bit.

“Well, I guess I should be going.”

“You’re leaving now?” I turned to him in a panic. He’s going to sign himself up right at this moment? Is he crazy? “You can’t be serious!”

He shrugs his shoulders. “You heard what they said.”

“But…Hawks! Why did you even agree? E-even though you're a great spy, you’re also a hero!” I ramble off. “They could easily be suspicious of you! And…and you could die!”

Hawks groans aloud, scratching the back of his neck. “You gotta stop doing that.”

I look up at him. “Doing what?” I growl at the way he was ignoring my short speech.

“Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

My face felt so hot I thought I was getting sick. He said that with such seriousness, there was no way he was joking. “H-Huh?!”

The hero chuckles as he steps closer to me. With his words, it was only right for me to think he’d do just that. I closed my eyes tightly for impact, but his surprisingly soft lips touched my forehead. His gloved hand rests on my cheek to keep me steady.

When he leans back to look me in my eyes, he smiles. “I’ll be alright.”

I used my quirk to hold onto his hand that held my cheek, making sure he didn’t leave. But I didn’t use so much of it to where it’d break his hand. He looked at me in slight shock when he couldn’t pull away. “You better come back, Keigo.” I say his real name, the one he told me to start saying when it was just the two of them. I never said it until now.

His thumb starts to softly rub circles on my cheek. My body leans into his touch. “I promise, (Y/N).”

#My hero academia #fic #bnha #mha #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #x reader #female reader #reader #finale chapter #part 3 #love this little fic #so cute #major fluff #some spoilers

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obsessiveyand · 1 year

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Tw/ Abuse, Blood, Violence

🚀🔪🩹

"Smile for the camera, Baby." /Camera Flash/

Prompt for My commission by @ech-hz 🥰🥰 im so in love with this omg thank you so much you made it perfectly!

Prime and Sasha

Prime stood over the heap of bloodied flesh that was Sasha and gave a smirk, placing his hands on his hips and admiring his handy work before crouching down to get a closer look at Sashas bruised and bloodied face. "Well shit sweetie, don't you just look like the prettiest thing down there, I think red is really your color" he said with a snort and loud laugh at his own joke. Sasha let out a small whimper, her body was sore all over, eye swollen and jaw throbing; she brushed her tongue along the inside of her mouth, noting the missing teeth with a grimace as her tongue grazed across the now exposed and bleeding gums. Her ribs were sore and any deep breath taken caused her to flinch in pain from the many kicks she had only recently endured.

Her head was spinning as she tried to gaze upwards at the Rick who was crouched above her, sneering down at her with a look of enjoyment across his blood splattered face. It took Sasha a moment to realize the blood splattered all across him was her own. She let another small whimper and began to try and drag her limbs inwards, tightly coiling herself into a small ball. She wanted to disappear, she wanted to leave this room, leave this space ship, leave the pain. She had no idea how long she had been at his mercy anymore, time seemed nonexistent between the constant abuse and mental destruction Prime was forcing her to endure but she knew she wanted to be home, she wanted to see Rick, her Rick, not this monster who laughed as her teeth fell from her mouth, not this Rick who degraded her to the point of almost feeling like she deserved to be there, She wanted to play her piano and help Morty with his homework, Anything but be here.

Prime watched with a smile as Sasha curled herself into a small broken ball and let our a chuckle "Whats the matter baby, not having fun anymore?" He said with poison in his voice and a sneering smile painted across his face "I'm having a damn great time myself" he says with a hint of excitement in his words. He turns around and walks over to grab a chair from the other side of the room, dragging it back across the floor with a loud screeching sound before placing it in front of Sasha and taking a seat with a lazy slouch. "You know you deserve this right? I mean if I'm being honest, which I am, I'm having a looot of fun with it, maybe more than I should be" he says with a smirk as he stares down at the whimpering Sasha. "But you're a burden, built to hold people back, and by people I mean Rick." he says as he leans back in his chair, making himself comfortable "You're a distraction, just like the other girl, thats all you both were, all you'll ever be, Ricks don't get domesticated, we don't /settle down/" he says adding air quotations at the end "We are meant for bigger and better things baby, and you're not one of those things, But you can be a motivator if you know what I mean" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small camera device and flashes Sasha a devilish grin "With the proper motivation we can accomplish great things" he says before standing back up and walking towards Sasha, he reaches down and grabs a handful of her hair and gives her a tug to pull her to her feet "Okay, time to move sweetie" he says as he begins to drag her upwards.

Sasha let's out another whimper and a small cry as she feels his cold long fingers furrow inwards around a handful of her hair, Pulling at her scalp to force her to stand, her body cried out as she slowly began to drag herself out of the small ball she had made, every joint ached, every muscle felt like it wanted to fall away from her skeleton, but at this point she knew there was no sense in fighting, it only made it worse, she tried in the beginning, she tried so hard, but he was a monster, and everytime she fought back it only made him try harder. she dragged her body upwards, dizzily and wearily standing up, her weight was hard to carry beneath her buckling knees and her face pulsed with pain, it was hard to focus on anything else, until Prime began to push her forward towards the chair "Take a seat" he says flatly pushing her down into the chair, her body slumped down and it was getting harder to keep her eyes open, she was exhausted - mentally and physically, she wanted to sleep, she wondered if she would ever see her room at the Smiths house again. Prime smiles down at her before crouching down and using his hand to reach out and grip her face, pulling her head to look over at him. Sasha let out a painful cry as his fingers dug into the soft skin of her already bruised cheeks, tears once again began to well up in her eyes as her jaw ached, she didn't think she had any tears left in her but her she was streaking the blood and dirt down her cheeks with salty droplets of pain and fear. "Now thats the perfect face right there, why don't we take a photo and send it to our favorite Rick? show him all the fun we had" he said with a pure look of enjoyment across his face. He walks around the back of her and leans down wrapping an arm over her shoulder while holding the camera in this other hand "Give us a nice big smile now" he says with a grin before sticking his finger inside of her mouth, hooking it into her cheek and pulling her face upwards into an abstract smile of pain, tears slipped down her cheeka as she felt Primes face come closer to hers before the flash of the camera went off, snapping a picture of the two. "Oh thats just perfect, I think Ricks gonna love this" he said with a snort and a chuckle before walking away from Sasha to go upload the photo to his computer, He would prepare it to send over. He relished over Ricks reaction, Nothing made him happier then pure fucking chaos, He was the superior one, and what better way to rub it in Ricks face.

#Sasha Hart OC #original character #original rick and morty character #rick and morty roleplay #roleplay #rick and morty #mvrp #prime rick #rick prime #rick & morty #rick and morty fanart #rick and morty oc #rick and morty rp #rick and morty art #fanfic #fanfiction #rick and morty fanfic #rick and morty fanfiction

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m-to-the-6th-power · 11 months

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Happy WIP Wednesday here's chapter 2. Chapter 1 is

"You're my father?" Gideon asked slowly, as if turning the word over and over in her mouth, testing and finding it smooth and warm, like good bari. When his last sentence sunk in, her brain flashed to Drearburh, a sharp chin and pointy elbows, nails that had tasted her flesh and found it good. "I have a commission, I am not returning to the Ninth."

The man gave what was second cousin to a grin at her vehemence, causing her back to raise further before he opened his mouth. "Not the Ninth. Home, with me. With us, my family."

Gideon felt her head spinning, faster and faster. She looked up from her cot, the only bed she'd known outside of her cell at the ninth, at the man who said he was her father and said the first thing that came to mind, "My release from the Ninth was the commission. My pay was meant to be garnished to pay my debt off until I could start getting rewards and then that'd start paying it. I can't leave that, I won't let them have me back."

The lyctor shook his head, "They have been dealt with. That's part of what took me so long to collect you," He looked down at the floor, pausing for a long moment. "I talked to my boss. He's paid off your debt, and given that you're my kid, he wants you to come to the first house. He also feels like he's missed 19 years of birthday gifts from Uncle John. He said that instead of giving you toys you'd hate or have outgrown that he'd just give you the cash he would've spent on every birthday instead."

He then said a number with a truly astonishing number of digits, not even considering the commas involved. Gideon felt her mouth drop. "Not like I'm not grateful, because believe me, I am. I most definitely am. But I made it here because of my training and willingness to work hard. I don't need a handout from some guy I've never met."

Gideon Pyrrha nodded, pacing back and forth, his center of gravity never once deviating as he said, "I understand that, I would expect nothing less from my daughter. So in the interest of getting to know my daughter, I'll offer you a job. In my advanced age, I find myself in need of an assistant. It won't be all filing and looking after me, I can make you one of the deadliest humans alive, not bound by the limitations or pain of lyctoral magic."

Gideon Nav snorted at the attempt at humor, the same warmth filling her as when she found out Aiglaminaie had staked her reputation on Gideon when she first heard the word daughter come from his lips. She thought of training under this man who moved with a grace she supremely envied, and she felt the faint stirrings of want bubble up inside her chest. "I'll do it," she said after a moment of thought."But I have a favor I want in return."

"Tell me what your heart desires, and I'll see what I can do."

Gideon approached, back straight and voice dropped low enough so that the sound wouldn't carry through the door. "I have someone here. I promised him that I'd look out for him too," Gideon said, "I want him as my bodyguard. I'm sure there'll be people who will try to hurt me once they learn I'm your daughter. You can't always be around, so someone watching my back would be appreciated."

The Saint of Duty looks thoughtful. "That job is normally done by your necromancer. You do have a necromancer don't you?"

Gideon felt those fingers on her back, working over every knob of her spine slowly and deliberately as a pointed chin and elbows like knives flashed through her mind as she jerked her head back and forth. She couldn't speak through the knot of emotion, hatred certainly, that suddenly lodged in her throat.

"We'll need to see about getting you assigned one. We'll be training hard, and I don't have the skill with healing necromancy that my colleagues have," The Saint admitted. "'Plus, the more you work with a single necromancer, the more in tune with your body they get. It's a good benefit to have."

Gideon remembered briefly, 'The Fourth is all about fidelity.' "I have a bridge that I'd really like to try to mend. She's a necromancer in the cohort. I don't know if she'd want to come with me, but I would like to try."

The Saint waved a hand carelessly, like it barely mattered one way or another to him, "You have 3 days. When John found out I was coming to the cohort, he asked me to look over everything here. After that, I'm going to cash in some vacation days, and we are going to travel a bit before going home."

Gideon nodded, her head jerking like a skeleton made by the same adept that had fixed up Aiglaminaies leg. That word again, home, filled her with visions of Drearburh dirt even with his assurances. "That... that sounds good," Gideon said, her stomach giving a low rumble. "I'll let you get to your task. I'm going to go and get food and talk to some people."

"If you need to find me, ask for the command room. Anyone on this post will be able to give you directions," The man said before glancing around the room, "I'll have your stuff moved to the guest quarters. Let me know how everything goes, if I need to update the travel plans it's better to know early."

Gideon nodded as she, unconsciously, took up a defensive sword stance and held out a hand, "It's good to finally meet you," Gideon finally said, leaving so much unsaid in her mind. 'I always wanted someone to find me. I wondered who would've ever wanted me. I can't believe it's you. I'm so glad it's you,' getting stuck in her throat, all crowded together like each had an arm or leg out of the door but none of them let the others through.

The Saint took her hand with a grimace so full of sadness it almost hurt Gideon herself, "I wish I'd known you sooner," The Saint began before Gideon's stomach interrupted again, a truer grin spreading, "Go, talk to your friends. You can give me updates over dinner tonight."

Gideon gave another jerky nod before walking around the lyctor and out the door. On the other side she found Anastas leaning against the far wall. "Hey, I'm about to get some food. Any chance we could talk at some point today?" Gideon asked.

Anastas grinned at her, "I'm off duty now little cousin. I'm gonna go grab a nap, but afterwards, I need to know everything."

Gideon gave him a grin in return, approaching and clapping both hands on his shoulders. "I'll find you. I have a favor to ask you, but I want you to be in a good mood."

Anastas turned, throwing an arm over Gideon's shoulder and leading her down the hall. "Heard from on high that you were gonna be getting out today after your visitor. Figured I'd take the opportunity to show my baby cousin around," Anastas said, ruffling Gideon's hair.

Anastas kept talking as they walked, using his free hand to gesture around at places that he thought Gideon would need to know. After pointing out the library, the PX, sparring and exercise rooms, one of which had a pool, Anastas gestured broadly to a set of double doors. "This is where the magic happens. The cafeteria," Anastas said, ruffling Gideon's hair again, "Have a good lunch kid. I'm on the ninth floor, 969. (Nice!) Just find me once you're ready and we'll sit down and have a chat."

Gideon gave him a grin and a nod before turning to the doors, striding in bold as daybreak. A face turned towards the doors once they opened, tan skin and black eyes boring into hers. As Gideon met those eyes, her feet tangled together, tripping her up and splaying her forward. After a long moment of mentally kicking her own ass, Gideon used her arms to push herself up, "Eleanor? Hi, can I um, can I buy you lunch?" Gideon asked, the word fidelity rattling around in her brain.

Eleanor sniffed, a sound that reminded Gideon forcibly of Harrowhark, before turning to meet her eyes. "If I say yes, will you explain where you've been hiding for the past two and a half weeks Gideon?" She asked archly, voice dripping with scorn.

Gideon couldn't stop her fist from pumping at the reply, seeing Eleanor's eyes roll as her lips curled up minutely at the edges. "Yes, of course I will," Gideon said, approaching Eleanor and offering her elbow. When Eleanor wrapped one small hand around her elbow to help herself to her feet Gideon was unable to stop the thrill running through her. Once they started walking and Eleanor wrapped both hands around, Gideon thought she could die happily.

That is until, after getting their food, Eleanor's hands tightened around Gideon's elbow like a necromantic vice grip. As they approached their table, Eleanor spoke with a low voice, "I told you when we were waiting that the fourth is all about fidelity Gideon Nav. After taking your picture, you disappear for two weeks, no notes, no messages, nothing. Then, a man who I can only assume is some family of yours, father perhaps, approaches me while I'm leaving breakfast and tells me that you're going to be in here for lunch. I want an explanation."

Gideon set the tray down, mourning the loss of touch as she said, "My dad was still in the cell when I left."

"The cell?!!?"

"Yeah, you know how I said they'd have to lock me up to keep me away? Well, they did. Apparently it was under suspicion of being Commander Wake Me Up Inside or something, like that classic song," Gideon said, running a hand through her hair.

Eleanor covered her face at that, the skin around her ears turning a very fetching color with the blush Gideon could just barely make out. "I thought you'd ditched me after the pictures. That when you'd gone for the physical that maybe you'd met a nice other soldier and um, hit it off, you know cav for cav and all that."

Gideon felt her brain screech to a complete and utter standstill at that, imagining the only cavalier she had ever known trying to romance her. Ew, gross, disgusting, the worst. Gideon couldn't help the noise she made at the thought, and got to see a smile bloom on Eleanor's face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My sister and her necromancer are really close, but after they got measles they missed the chance to join up this year, and right before I left she started dating another cavalier on the fourth. So it was on my mind I guess."

Gideon waved a hand, finally banishing the thought of Ortus Nigenad reciting poetry to her to the same box holding her imagining of Crux's butt and shoving it next to the box labeled 'Thoughts of Harrowhark Nonagesimus' the other box she would definitely never open again. "No, it's okay. Just the only Cavalier I've ever met was a dough-faced mommas boy with a persistent case of hyperthyroidism, so imagining him was... disturbing."

Eleanor gave a laugh that buoyed Gideon, like putting a padlock on those boxes, and took a bite of food. "Again, sorry about that. You were saying before my interruption?"

"So they locked me up. I managed to make friends with one of my guards, Anastas, and it helped me get through it. But earlier today my dad apparently showed up. He's an undead king's jester or something. Said he's gonna take me home with him and give me a job as his secretary," Gideon said, pausing to look over at her audience. " He said I would need a necromancer to look out for me, and I don't want some random stuffy cohort necro assigned to me. I was hoping you'd come with me? I'm sure you'll get paid too," Gideon added as Eleanor took too long to answer.

Eleanor blinked once, twice, three times before opening her mouth. "Did he say he was a Fist and Gesture to the King Undying?" She finally asked, voice faint.

Gideon snapped, pointing at Eleanor, "That's the bitch. Why? Is that important or something?"

Eleanor started at Gideon, mouth opening and closing wordlessly before she seemed to marshal her thoughts. "I thought the ninth was supposed to be hyper religious. Did you sleep through your church services?"

"Yes."

"Lyctors are immortal Gideon. They can't be killed. They don't age, they've been alive for a myriad. One being your father is not only astounding, but it gives you immense, and I mean truly immense political power," Eleanor said, voice growing faster as she talked. She slipped one hand over to Gideon, brushing her fingers over Gideon's knuckles as she continued, "I'll come with you. Not because your dad's a lyctor, but because you got thrown in jail after only getting your picture taken. I came to the cohort because I wanted adventure, and you seem like one hell of an adventure Gideon Nav."

Gideon gave Eleanor a lopsided grin, turning her hand palm up and catching Eleanor's fingers gently with her own, "Does this mean I'm forgiven for missing our date?"

"You will be forgiven on two conditions," Eleanor began, holding up her free hand and ticking points off her fingers. "First, you consider this our actual first date," Gideon nodded emphatically. "Second, you walk me back to my room, a chaste kiss on the cheek is optional, but highly encouraged."

Gideon felt heat working up from her neck to the tips of her ears. "Yeah, of course, I mean yes, I mean that sounds like a great idea!" Gideon babbled, only pausing when Eleanor squeezed her hand.

"Let's go then," Eleanor said, tilting her head. Bringing a hand up to hide a smile when Gideon stood entirely too fast, scraping the floor with her chair and causing every eye in the room to turn and look at them.

Gideon bussed their tray, refusing to look away from any of the eyes following her. When she got back to Eleanor she offered her elbow again, and felt a surge of pleasure as she felt those thin fingers wrap around her arm again. Her second hand came to rest around Gideon's bicep, and she couldn't help but flex the tiniest bit. Eleanor's 'Ohh wow', sotto voce, gave Gideon the tiniest hint of a swagger.

When they approached Eleanor's room, 420, Gideon couldn't help but laugh. She had read the classics, she couldn't imagine the prim, proper, and put together necromancer next to her sitting in a smoky room with a shag rug staring at her own hands.

Eleanor very gently pulled Gideon to a stop, letting her hands roam down Gideon's forearm. Eleanor's hands squeezing over Gideon's biceps before coming to rest in her hands. "Thank you for walking me home," Eleanor said, fingers squeezing Gideon's palm gently before letting go and taking a step back.

Gideon felt her hand tingling as Eleanor stepped away, feeling her words stuck in her throat. She managed to raise her hand, fingers gently brushing against Eleanor's cheek, curling under the back edge of her jaw before leaning forward and barely brushing her lips against Eleanor's cheek. "No problem," Gideon whispered, afraid to break the moment, "Happy to be of service."

Eleanor turned her face into Gideon's palm, lips pressing firmly into the dip before turning back to Gideon with a grin. "A fitting thanks for your service," Eleanor said before turning and bolting into her room, leaving Gideon gobsmacked.

Gideon stood in the hall for what could've been five minutes, five hours, or half a myriad, staring at her hand, expecting a smudge of... grease paint something for some reason and feeling disappointed. Once she felt time properly reassert itself, Gideon wandered aimlessly, finding her way back to the PX.

Once she was in, she found an empty store with an entire section of titerature, a truly astonishing number of magazines. 'First House', 'Cavs Cavs Cavs', 'Cavs Gone Wild', and 'The Kindly Price of Small Deaths'. She wanted so badly to show them to Harrow, her prudish brain would probably explode seeing the "sick pornographies" in front of her.

Gideon browsed for a bit, wondering if they were just out of stock of 'Fidelity of the Fourth' or 'Naughty Nuns of the Ninth'. Once she stuck her courage to its sticking place, she asked a clerk if they had any old copies. The clerk, a very pretty girl, gave her an indulgent grin, seemingly biting back a smile. "Oh, those don't exist. They're a running joke. Like 'Frontline Titties of the Fifth', the older soldiers use it to rib the new recruits."

Gideon couldn't help it, she sank down to her knees in front of the counter, hands in her hair and elbows on the counter. "He lied to me?" Gideon wailed playfully, looking up at the girl beseechingly, seeing the smile finally break on her face. When she noticed the girl bite her lip to hold in a laugh, Gideon sprang back to her feet with a grin. "Well, thanks for your help. I really appreciate it!"

Gideon heard the girl laugh behind her, feeling her steps barely touch the floor. Finally, she had people who appreciated her particular brand of humor. She made her way to the ninth floor habitat level, she saw more than a few knuckle bone rosaries hanging on doors like talismans. It was nostalgic in a strange way. When she found Anastas' door, she began hammering it.

Gideon stopped after an, "I'm coming," call came through the door. "You're gonna knock hard enough to roll away the boulder and wake up whatever's in that tomb," Anastas said as he pulled the door open, scratching at his stomach over a cohort undershirt and ice gray sweats.

Seeing him like that, completely at his ease, Gideon thought he looked like a dad straight out of one of her more wholesome comics. She shoved that thought to the side and ruthlessly gave it a wedgie for good measure. "You lied to me," She said without preamble, crossing her arms. "And worse than that, you set me up on a date. And worse even than that, you implied that I was into (gag, ick) Harrowhark Nonagesimus."

Anastas rocked back on his heels, taking the accusations like the obvious punch in the gut they were intended to be. "Okay, starting from the end and working back," Anastas said, gesturing Gideon into his room. "I did not imply shit. You, little cousin, are the one who talks in her sleep moaning about the girl, saying 'I never wanted to leave you,' 'I miss you,' 'I can't wait to see you again,' every night like it's a prayer."

Gideon held up a finger, cutting him off. "About Eleanor. I did not want to get thrown in jail and miss my first ever date. I kept dreaming about getting to see her again," Gideon said, stridently ignoring how many of her dreams included the sneered word 'Griddle'.

Anastas spread his hands, as if to say, 'You're welcome'. "Which is why you're so angry that I got Eleanor to meet you. I understand completely," Anastas said, understanding nothing. "What's this about me lying to you?"

"You lied to me about something important. Something you should never lie to someone else about," Gideon said, walking around gesticulating wildly before leveling an accusatory finger at Anastas. "I went into the PX trying to find those magazines you mentioned. I expected to find some stupendous works of a titty nature. I found nothing but deceit!" Gideon couldn't help the grin she felt forming on her lips but she couldn't resist putting on a show when possible. "I asked the clerk Anastas, she was soooooo cute. I asked her for skin mags, and she laughed at me Anastas."

Anastas couldn't stop the grin forming on his face, trying admirably to look appropriately grave and serious. "Did the date go that badly?" Anastas asked, finally smothering his smile.

"The date went fine," Gideon said, "But I doubt there'll be a second. There's all the cohort rules about necromancer and cavalier relationships. I figure I'd pick up some magazines to keep me company on those cold nights."

"No one cares about those as long as you can be discreet, and no one ends up in a family way, it's completely fine," Anastas said, waving a hand. "Especially around here it's mostly fresh recruits hooking up with people outside their house, and the cohort really cares about cross cultural sharing."

"Okay, so keep it on the downlow and wrap it up first, understood," Gideon said, watching Anastas flush before chuckling. "Where did you come up with the fake titles? I gotta know before the serious talk."

"Oh well, when I first started was right around the time they first put out the fake advert for 'Frontline Titties of the Fifth'," Anastas said, lounging against the wall. "Me and some of the other recruits at the time were laughing at it and came up with other joke titles to mess with newbies, each from our own house. The only other recruit I can remember the name of is Sarpedon. He came up with 'Seasoned Military Discipline of the Second.'"

"So you came up with 'Naughty Nuns of the Ninth'?" Gideon asked, aghast. Every thought of Anastas recalibrating in her mind in moments.

"Have you ever seen pictures of the Reverend Mother from 20 years ago?" Anastas asked Gideon, looking off into the distance. "Homina homina homina."

Gideon gestured into the room, taking a seat after Anastas sat down, lightly slapping her face. "Okay, great, good to know, really. But time for a serious conversation, yeah?"

At Anastas' confused look and gesture, Gideon continued. "So, the guy that came today was my dad. He's apparently some big important dude. He asked me to be his secretary, I think more as a ploy to get to know me than any need for help, but I wanna do it. I promised you that when I moved up in the world I'd look after you, so I'd like for you to join me as a bodyguard. There's not gonna be any more Niner kids coming through needing your guidance. But you were my family before I met my dad. I still need you there. I trust you. "

Anastas looked gobsmacked, taking in the absolute torrent of information that Gideon had unloaded straight into his face. "You want me as a bodyguard? I've been on duty watching over prisoners for 19 years. I'm certainly not a good fit. I bet even Orty could take me down."

Gideon waved her hands as if she could clear away his objections. "He said he'd train me. I doubt he'd turn you down. Even if he did, you can exercise while I train with him, then I'll train you. We'll get you back in shape. Please Anastas, I made a promise, let me keep it."

Anastas slumped down, looking almost defeated. "Fine, I'll do it. I'm not cut out for this, the killing."

"You'll have to kill being a bodyguard."

"I don't mind killing people that will hurt me. But I hate flipping planets. That's why I'm a jailer. The kids I deal with don't come to me run through," Anastas paused as if contemplating. "Plus, I'll finally be able to get a beer in peace."

Gideon could feel the confusion writ large on her face as she looked at Anastas. His only response was a sneering, "Chicken shits don't get beer."

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gideon nav #please tell me what you think #if you see the name Elizabeth it's supposed to be Eleanor #i started using the wrong name halfway through

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wcamino-confessions · 2 years

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Hi, this is MiseryXCPR from Amino. I am here to say I'm sorry and explain things;

About commissions; I have horrible time management and memory, which results in me forgetting or just not having the time when I think i do. I am actively working on this and I'm trying to get better at it- examples being I have users pay after when the art is complete and lowering the amount of commissions I take so I don't overwhelm myself again. I ALWAYS refund people, especially when asked, and when people express concern I try to address it. This does not excuse the wait list and wait time and I do apologise again for it. I take full responsibility and I will try hard to fix it.

If you had commissioned me on my former main account, I had been locked out of it and had been working with the leadership team of the amino to contact commissioners and give them their refunds. As for the person who made the ych post, yes, I refunded them their 5$ and had apologized for the inconvenience (though it was not shown in their blog).

If you had commissioned me, feel free to dm me on my amino account (or Discord if you prefer) and I'll be happy to work out a refund for you!

The Breaks; I didn't mean to set off red flags for my breaks. I'm a working guy who has a job and has been dealing with a lot of issues in real life, including a very serious one that I'm going through. I apologise for it and making people nervous with the breaks though.

The Apology Post for the Adopts; I made the apology post because I realised my comment / observation (I wasn't directly stating an opinion though my feelings were involved a bit!) Was one sided, and because people spoke to me on the other sides view, I realised I shouldn't have been so one sided and made the said post as an apology for anyone I had offended with it. Most of the people who have spoke to me are people I respect or sometimes talk to, and hold no ill feelings towards them whatsoever.

Tansy; They have yes commissioned me at around the start of August ~ July 29th. I showed them a wip and they paid which I was fine with. However, I wasn't able to get their commission finished. At around the start of October ~ I believe October 13th I offered a refund due to them a) waiting for a while since I did feel bad but also b) making it public, going around to my commissioners and asking personal information. I had agreed to do the commission because of them practically blackmailing me after spreading misinformation about the commission, but when something serious came up and I told them I couldn't do it and offered MANY forms of refund ways, how they can have the refund until I finish the art, how the refund can be done, etc they continued to harass me to the point that they were, yes, banned. I'm still going out of my way to make sure they got their money back despite the treatment. I've been told about them before and I am only stating my side of the story.

Conclusion; I'm sorry, again. I wish I've done better with commission time management and how I've been handling commissions. I actively do refund and If you feel like I have scammed you or haven't finished the artwork, PLEASE dm me on my amino or Discord (feel free to ask for it) and I will try to respond asap. If you have criticism or any advise, please let me know or any further concern. I own up to my mistakes and I hope to learn from them and grow as a person. Thank you for hearing me out, i don't know how Tumblr works as i just created an account to address this, but yea-- thank you again for reading. My deepest apologies, again, and I do hope to fix everything and work on my mistakes and help people.

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davidmariottecomics · 7 months

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Doing What You Love

Hi again,

There's an old adage that says if you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life. It's one of those things we've all heard and pretty much any variation on it is attributed to one great intellectual or another and it was probably actually said by someone trying to sound profound or someone who was high or someone who was both! And as anyone who has ever worked in their life knows, even if you do enjoy what you're doing for work, it is work. Like, that's why as artists, we like to be paid for our labor because while we may have a drive to create, we also are expending great time and energy and care and years of built skills to actually make the things we're asked to or even just want to make.

And, for myself and for a lot of other creators I've talked to over the entirety of my life, there is a compulsion to create. It isn't something you can easily turn off and just walk away from--even when you aren't being paid or recognized or sharing your work, you're creating it because it's important to you.

What I want to talk about, briefly, today is feeling the burnout of having your leisure and your work be so overlapping.

Sonic Superstars

In my free time the past week or so, I've been picking up Sonic Superstars. I've been having a lot of fun with it, except for getting that darned 5th Chaos Emerald! And it's nice to play a game and have fun with it. But as I play through, I also feel a burden at the back of my mind that this thing I am doing for my own enjoyment in my off time is also work. It's important that I know the story of Sonic Superstars. It's important that I can draw the connections from the game to the prequel comic SEGA released on socials (it's a lot of fun) to the characterization of Fang in our recently announced Sonic the Hedgehog: Fang the Hunter series that'll be kicking off Sonic comics in 2024!

Because so much of my work is tied to the creative impulse--to finding interesting storytelling angles, to finding new licenses, to using my knowledge to help my creators better tell their stories--I have a really hard time shutting it off. And while I have the often enviable position of getting to work on things like Sonic or formerly Transformers or Samurai Jack or whatever, being an existing fan of those things often does blur the lines when I continue to engage with them between my job and my interests.

And it goes to so many other things. The movies and shows I watch, the other games I play, the podcasts I listen to, the prose I read. Sometimes, I just have a bolt of inspiration. I feel like I know how to translate it into the comics medium. Or I read another comic and have an idea off of that. And for as much as that can be lovely, it can also be really hard because you don't want your free time to feel like work time in any way. And that burns you out.

There're different ways of dealing with it. Honestly, a big thing for me since starting to work in comics has been trashy reality TV because it can scratch my itch for something to enjoy in my relaxation time, while also not really engaging the storytelling part of my brain in the same way. It's a palette cleanser in a lot of ways, like a little piece of pickled radish. I know a lot of artists who make sure that for their warm-ups, they're drawing not just something for themselves, but that is so wholly different from whatever it is they're drawing for work. Maybe that's a stylistic change or if you're drawing a funny animal book, it's practicing your humans or vice-versa, or doing object studies or photo or model studies that're just wholly different. And I know some folks who use that time to work on their personal projects or commissions and--honestly--I think sometimes that burns them out faster too because they're switching projects, not switching from pleasure to work.

Like so many things at this moment, I don't know that I have a good solution other than to really try to separate these things out in your life. It can be extremely hard, especially if you use the same location or technology or whatever for both work and leisure, but keeping interests that're wholly separated from your job and doing things to care for yourself away from work is so important.

Support for Palestine

As the horrific destruction of Gaza continues, I just want to share some resources that hopefully might make some difference. It's frustrating living in one of the 14 countries that in the U.N. voted against a truce to provide treatment and healing. It's surely frustrating living in one of the 45 countries that abstained. And it's surely frustrating living in one of the 120 countries that won and passed a resolution to try to end the violence and to know that while there is international support--that there are so many people in so many places fighting for Palestine--their governments won't listen to the will of the people who are asking to end a genocide.

Ceasefiretoday has a lot of resources all collected in one place--protests, petitions, phonebanks, etc. Jewish Voice for Peace has a form letter you can use to email your representatives. There's an auction, Prints for Palestine, that's open through November 3rd. I'm a particular fan of Shoujo Beat, A Roll in the Hay, and Madame Piggy. Once again, game makers on itch have come together for a huge bundle, Games for Gaza.

Just to have this all mentioned too: SAG-AFTRA's still on strike and therefore folks still aren't working. The Entertainment Community Fund is there to help. Organizations that're on the ground--or trying to be--in Gaza are often international and servicing other areas too. I know Doctors Without Borders is also providing support to Ukraine, Afganistan, and Congo right now. KOSA is still in the Senate and still a bill that has had proponents say the quiet part out loud about using it as a tool to further limit trans, queer, and marginalized voices online. And there is so much else still wrong with the world that I want to be hopeful and say working together, we can do something about.

See you next time.

What I enjoyed this week: Blank Check (Podcast), Craig of the Creek (Cartoon--just finished the Heart of the Creek arc, so I guess we're very close to the end), One Piece (Manga--somehow, over the last month, I've managed to catch up on all 1100 chapters), Sonic Superstars (Video game), The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon (Book), Reverse 1999 (Video Game), Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Links (Video game), Wipeout (TV show), Last Week Tonight (TV show), The Simpsons (TV show), The Traitors (TV show), One Punch Man (Manga), Crimehot (Webcomic - Adults only), Thirsty (Comic - Adults only)

New Releases this week (10/25/2023): Brynmore #4 (Editor)

Final Order Cut-Off next week (10/30/2023): Best of Godzilla, Vol. 1 TPB (Editor) Godzilla: Best of Gigan (Editor) Sonic the Hedgehog: Winter Jam (Editor)

New Releases next week (11/1/2023): No new books from me this week.

Announcements: Final weekend! I'm still doing a member drive over on my Patreon! You can read about it in a public post there! If you join, renew, or updated to the Feature Fan ($10) tier or above, you're going to get a Mystery Comic Grab bag! And as a patron, you're going to have a bit more choice on what all it is! This deal ends 10/31, so get on it now!

I'll be a guest tomorrow morning at 11 a.m. PST at Sonic Revolution's online convention! I believe our panel will be streamed on Twitch, but the majority of the con is on Discord! I'll be there with a big section of the IDW Sonic team!

Wanna support me? Buy physical copies of my comics at the webshop. If you want digital comics, or to just support me, there's Kofi. You can get some cool stuff from Ebay. You can support Becca from their shop, Patreon, or watching them stream on Twitch.

Also, plugging because I like good comics and if you read this blog, you probably do too. The ShortBox Comics Fair is almost over for the year, and there's a ton of good stuff available there.

Pic of the Week: Nadja was giving Tiansheng a bath and it was very cute. But upon realizing she had been photographed being nice, Nadja almost immediately stopped and Tian was so sad, he was chirping in distress. That lasted like 20 seconds and then he forgot what he was doing and they both just sort of started licking themselves. Cats are dumb.

#comics #comics editorial #burnout #cats #free palestine

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