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Not a bingo but a jenga. My responses below the cut
Somehow I have half of this image filled out. I wish I could cash it in for points to redeem.
Jenga:
First comic is a magnum opus: There had been a string of graphic novel adaptations of books I wanted do when I as a young teenager, but The World in Deeper Inspection was my first, substantial, original behemoth of an idea. It was the only one with the power and the potential to stay and push me to become a comics creator. Everything I am and have as an artist and writer is because of TWIDI.
Fan art more popular than OCs: This was going to be inevitable because I hardly ever post about them online. But I suppose if you count my one-off character design illustrations that go viral or my published graphic novels, this box wouldn’t be true… (The God of Arepo is my most popular fan work)
I binged your life’s work in 2 hours: I am glad you like my work enough to be this engrossed in it – but honestly please please reread it again and SLOWLY so you can appreciate the visual storytelling – not just the words and the main action!! You’ll have a fuller experience if you take the time to luxuriate!!
This isn’t even my day job: It both is and isn’t. I do enough from comics that I can survive out of it near full time (thanks to my usual speed; very grateful), but I get financial stability from the monthly paycheck from the actual day job. Relying on my speed to produce near-constant output for money is something I am losing interest in as my ideas become more ambitious and niche.
Subscribe to my Patreon: Somehow I am able to hawk my free-to-read platforms with a certain amount of success but never can get a big dent on my Ko-fi.
Received unsolicited critique on a free comic: Unavoidable reality. Though I hadn’t had something egregious in a long time (and it better stay that way).
Had to explain what a webcomic even is to someone IRL: Nearly all the people I surround myself with are ‘normies’ (people who aren’t so online and/or don’t read online media), so this comes up often – and it will become more frequent as I pursue institutional pathways like residencies and grants. Even if they knew what webcomics were, it would be under the name of webtoons.
I can’t wait to draw this scene in 4 years: lol @ Alexander Comic and TWIDI
Multi-year hiatus: TWIDI’s eternal curse, until I figure out how to build enough stability in my career/life to return to it – full-time and for real.
Financially supported by someone else: My dayjob, mainly, but previously my parents.
Is somehow mutuals with favourite artist: That’s what it’s like as your career progresses and matures! It’s always nice to become peers with those you admire – especially the ones you grow to love only after knowing them.
Characters get gayer over time: Growing up and being able to witness the various ways of living can and will change how one approaches their characters.
Successfully fulfilled a Kickstarter: Not on my own, but I had a few for my books that published smoothly.
Empty space:
ADHD diagnosis: I have ADHD-esque behaviours that I have managed to overcome with ADHD-specific hacks, but whether I actually have the thing itself is a question mark. I lean towards not really having it since I am able to execute and complete tasks regularly.
Works in animation or went to school for it: I used to want to study and work in animation before I discovered the potential of comics as a storytelling medium. I don’t have a desire to break into that industry, even without all the employment and late-capitalism instability that it’s going through right now. I am not averse to trying if asked, however.
Had an art teacher who hated anime: Never went to art school.
Yes I’ve had burnout but what about second burnout: Currently going through a fallow period, but I really don’t think it’s Burnout Burnout. Touch wood, I continue to maintain my love, interest and desire to make comics and stay in my artistic career.
Forgot how to draw main character’s face: Characters are so seared into my brain, it’s not easy to forget. Helps that they each have particular quirks that belong to their design.
This comic gave me my hand/wrist injury: Still out here WITHOUT any of those. I hope I can keep it that way until whenever I retire.
Emergency commissions: Hopefully I will never have to resort to do this. (Very grateful, yes)
Sleep… “schedule”? my 7-8 hours of sleep is essential and non-negotiable.
If it’s not 3 hours long is it even worth adding to the work playlist: This is is referring to video essays I guess? I rarely ever encounter essays of over 3 hours that I am interested enough to watch. (Also I can’t really watch something while drawing; I lose speed/concentration)
Embarrassed to look at early pages: Not embarrassed – I was younger and less-skilled then, that’s just how it is. There were a lot of things younger me did that I could still learn from.
Regrets costume choices: I pride myself in being able to style myself and my characters, and so far I have never regretted the clothes I give my characters – the TWIDI characters all have base outfits from when I was 15!
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hello again, dashboard.
my name is jenga, and you might recognize me from @2hiit, @mikucaptor, @spellbookbindings, @oberonnie, @goodnatured, @uzufoxy, and @autochaton. if you do, you may have also noticed my various absences from the tumblrsphere in the last year or so. although i've been trying to stay as uninvolved from this as i can, i've reached my breaking point. this is in part due to the newest of the false allegations sunnie has lobbied against me, and in part due to the health of my wife, who was supposed to be wearing a heart monitor this month to track some irregular beating, but whose results have most definitely been skewed due to the repeated stress sunnie has been putting our family through this past week.
this post will include every shred of evidence i have against sunnie (@sunniehub), with the hope that once i've said everything i can, i never have to address this again. i deserve peace. my family deserves peace. i have been forced to accept we will not get any if i continue to just wait for this to blow over.
sunnie runs the following blogs:
sunniehub / carcins / softdweller / 8ad / goresports / paiinball / w2f / stuckyfanfiction / w33dgod69 / diqqiebitch / hissassin / dowwn / eredan / hotdoxxed / apedshit / acabemy / mistaklen
xe has been relentlessly block evading and stalking my various blogs, as well as attempting to tarnish my online reputation beyond repair with false accusations in an effort to drive me off of this site. i have been dealing with sunnie and xer inexcusable behavior ever since i blocked xem on january 2nd, 2023 for the sake of my mental health. i made a response post once before addressing these false allegations against me, but i now realize that will no longer be sufficient, as sunnie seems to be content with making up new and worse accusations when the previous ones fail to stick.
content warnings for this document include: mentions of r/pe, mentions of CSA, stalking, harassment, emotional abuse, gaslighting, guilt tripping, suicidal thoughts, and mentions of transphobia. there are also descriptions of physical stalking, as well as graphic descriptions of violence, but these things are warned for before they occur, and are skippable if need be.
over the course of THIS DOCUMENT, i’ll be showing you chat logs, screenshots, and data supporting the claims i’ve made about sunnie, as well as offering you some context as to how this situation came to be. this is quite an extensive log and i'm aware it may be hard to follow, and some of you may want to skip to the parts that are most striking to you. i have taken the liberty to include an outline in the sidebar for the ease of moving around the document at your own pace, and i’ll be using formatting to make it as neurodivergent friendly as i possibly can. please bear with me.
i truly believe sunnie is a danger to this community, most especially those xe interacts with on a regular basis, just like i once did.
[as a disclaimer: while i have censored sunnie's previous name, i will not be altering any outdated pronouns as they appear in our chat logs. this is to maintain the integrity of the logs and readability. i no longer use xer former pronouns or name, and there are plenty of people who can vouch for this fact.]
i will be temporarily disabling anonymous asks, because i will not be addressing this matter publicly any longer. when i do eventually re-able them, any asks pertaining to this post, or the events this post addresses, will be promptly deleted. replies, reblogs, and DMs are fine, but otherwise, i am considering this matter closed until further notice.
furthermore, i do not want to see any commentary, speculation, or prodding for details whatsoever regarding the individuals in this document whose identities i have censored. this is a stalking accusation. they are censored for their protection.
they are not the focus of this document, sunnie is.
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why am i so obsessed with fuckboi Sero
sero hanta x fem!reader
cw // party games, exchanging spit (through shots), flirting, self-denial, slight blueballing?
possibly part 1/?
edit: master list
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This kickback is well into its peak, with enough people to take up every sit-able surface in the house. So you and a few other friends have taken up a spot on the large rug in the living room, sipping from your cups, playing cards, and going off on tangents. Surrounding you is a mix of your own friends and the host — Kaminari’s friends. You’ve known Kaminari for long enough, so you’re fairly familiar with his many circles.
Can’t say that you love all of them, but you can certainly get along with most of them.
Settled on the rug right now with you is a good mix of people. Ashido and Hagakure were the easiest to get close to, since they’re just so bubbly and open. Jirou and Shoji are a bit quieter, but know how to be a part of the conversation. Ojiro is a chill guy, though he’s mostly just sitting here because he’s Hagakure’s boyfriend. This is a balanced group to play cards with, but the game is eventually abandoned when Kaminari comes over with a new jenga set that he customized.
He drags along three other guys that to join in; Kirishima, Mineta, and… oh, that guy. Ugh.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” The tall, dark-haired, moderately attractive, and obvious playboy greets you with the same honey-sweet, deceivingly charming smile he always greets you with. The one he greets all pretty girls and boys with.
You've seen this guy Sero around enough even outside of Kaminari's parties to know that he flirts without intention. A number of your friends have already fallen victim (some claim “privilege”) to his charms and invitations to "hang out." While you have nothing against it, you're not gullible enough to let yourself become one of those numbers or warm bodies for his bed that he won't even remember a month later. You refuse to fall victim to that predicament where he takes up space in your head and makes you antsy for his attention again while he moves on to another target.
You've already been caught up in something like that before, and it was as torturous as it was embarrassing to be at someone's mercy when they aren't even thinking about you! So no! You won't go through that shit again. Because you know it'll happen. You know you'll fall right into the funny, charming, playboy trap and end up stalking him online for the next several months and waste all of your time again.
So no!
Unfortunately, it looks like it won't be easy for you since he's decided to plop his ass right next to you in this growing circle on the rug.
"Hi." you have enough grace to at least greet him in front of everyone else.
He's tame for the most part, like he usually is at the beginning, while Kaminari explains that he's written instructions on each of the jenga blocks that you have to follow in order to add it to the top of the tower. The look on his face tells you that he's looking forward to this game though... and you're not sure what to make of that.
But as the blocks start piling up, you start to get the gist. A lot of these are funny and simple, but they're scandalous in nature.
Kirishima and Shoji have already had to strip off a piece of clothing, though while Kirishima just went for it, Shoji at least had the sense to just take off a sock so he wouldn't end up shirtless (not that you're complaining though). Ashido had to spell out her name with her butt, Jirou drank so she wouldn't have to reveal who she last slept with, Hagakure had to kiss someone in the circle — which she luckily had her boyfriend for — and Mineta drank so he wouldn't have to do a sexy chair dance ("Look at me! In what possible way will this body look flattering while doing a chair dance! Give me a break!")
You got off pretty easy with having to spank someone in the circle, so you copped out and gave Ashido's cheeks a nice smack before stacking your block on top of the tower. However, Sero pulls one that automatically makes him smile and look at you after he reads it.
"Birdfeed someone a shot."
You have never seen him look so goddamn smug. His teeth are showing, he's smiling so much. And while some people in the circle are yelling with excitement, others are watching with anticipation and their hands over their mouths.
After darting your eyes around, you look back to find Sero still staring pointedly at you, and only you. Which is exactly what you were hoping to avoid.
"What are you looking at me for?" You say indignantly.
"Cause I wanna feed you the shot." He answers immediately, with the same cocky smile on his face, "Unless you're scared of getting a little spit in your mouth."
"So sue me if I am." You retort, making a noise of disgust. But you're immediately countered with complaints from the group. "Shut up! One of you guys do it then if you wanna see it so bad! It doesn't say that it has to be me!"
There's a bit of back and forth but eventually, Ashido and Hagakure's pleading gets you to give in — though they've known Sero longer than they've known you, you want to trust that they wouldn't push you into something that would lead to you getting played or hurt.
So with an annoyed groan, you shift a bit to face Sero, "Just make it quick."
The bottle of jaeger is already in his hand when he gives you a triumphant smile, "You got it, cutie."
With a quick waterfall pour from the neck of the bottle, Sero fills his mouth and then gets to his knees so he can position himself above you. Gently grabbing your head in one hand, and prying your jaw open with his other hand, he looks straight down into your eyes as he spits a steady stream of the now warm liquor into your open mouth.
This is way more intimate that you were already worried it would be. His hands controlling your head and mouth position and the way he just towers over you leaves you feeling vulnerable, making your nerves stir in excitement, creating a cocktail in your bloodstream with the alcohol that's been seeping in all night.
You do your best not to startle and choke at the position while he's literally spitting into your mouth. But the second the last drop leaves his mouth, you break away from his hold to hurriedly swallow and cough into the floor to get ahold of yourself.
Ignoring the cheers from the group, you sit up to find Sero casually adding his brick to the top of the jenga tower and giving you a wink in thanks. You let out another groan and roll your eyes before settling back into your seat and taking a sip of water.
You spend the rest of the game trying to get your mind back on track, trying to pay attention to what's going on around you, trying to forget the feeling of his coarse, strong hands on you. But now, every time Sero gives you a look, innocent or not, you turn away like you've suddenly got an allergic reaction to him.
This game is going on pretty long for a bunch of drunkards, despite how the bottom has lost a lot of foundational support already. But thankfully, the tower finally collapses and frees you from getting up up in any more drunk shenanigans with Sero — though Mineta is the one who has to suffer and chug down the rest of the bottle of jaeger straight as punishment.
Your troubles aren't over though, it seems, since Sero follows you into the kitchen to mix his own drink. And somehow, with all the booze you've downed throughout the night, you're at enough ease to entertain his company.
It must be the alcohol getting to you, because there is no way that he is this funny and this cool and this... cute. Damn, he really is cute. You probably would never admit this to yourself sober, but he is really fucking attractive. If he wasn't something of a casual heartbreaker, you just might take him for a ride.
"Want me to make you a drink?" He offers when he sees you struggling to decide between all the bottles on the table. Though in truth, you just can't focus long enough to read the tiny print to figure out what's what.
"And how do I know you won't spike it?" the accusation just dribbles out of your mouth. It might rude to assume, but it's a valid concern.
"Hmm, fair point. Well, I can just give it to you the way I did earlier." he says with a cheeky smile.
"What are you... talking about."
That's when you vaguely realize that he's standing a bit closer to you than he was before. In fact, if you were to fully turn towards him, you're sure your chests would brush against each other.
When he's this close, you have to tilt your head up a bit to look at him, since he's just so freaking tall. Almost lanky. But you know from his fitted clothes and the way he held your face open for him earlier that he's all lean muscle. He's skinny at a glance, but when you're looking up at him from this close, he actually feels pretty big. Like he could wrap you up in his arms and feel just like a blanket.
A really handsome blanket...
"Open up." He smiles down at you before quickly grabbing a bottle of something clear.
You're in a bit of a daze as he pours a generous amount of the clear liquid into his mouth and holding it in his cheeks as he sets the bottle back down. Then he looks at you and cups your jaw with one hand, pulling it down to get your mouth open. And he puckers his lips to form a spout for the liquid to trickle out of his mouth and into yours.
Gin.
Ugh. It's so much at once. You'd much rather have had it mixed in a cup already. But Sero is quick to pour some soda into his mouth so he can just as quickly chase it into your mouth. And you have to admit, the sweetness is very welcome after that whole shot of gin coating your throat.
But this time, instead of spitting it in a straight stream like he did with the liquor, he lets it dribble out of his open lips to rain into your mouth. It's kind of gross and intimate but it does coat your mouth a bit more to cover up the bitter taste. Though your rapidly beating heart might be enough to distract you from all of that anyway.
"And last, just a bit of orange. Since it's my fave." Sero says before drinking from bottle of orange juice — must be the fresh kind — and this time, just sealing the liquid into your mouth by pressing his lips against yours.
You want to blame someone or something for the way you close your eyes and let out a little moan. The alcohol, or his playboy charisma and techniques, or maybe even your friends for creating such an opportunity for this to happen. Just... something other than your own desire for this guy that's gonna be nothing but trouble. But somehow, you know that it's all you.
It's you who swallows the juice as quickly as possible so you can find out what his mouth tastes like behind it. It's you who lets his tongue in without so much as pretending to resist. It's you who puts your hands on his waist, and then on his chest, and then digs wrinkles into his shirt to keep him close. It's you who lets your resolve weaken so he can pull you in by the waist and back of your neck to kiss him harder, deeper, like you've been desperately waiting for each other.
At some point, pulls away and backs you into another part of the kitchen, where he lifts you up to sit you on the edge of the sink. Up here, you're a little higher than him now, but he supports all your weight when you lean down to meet him in another kiss. It's also much easier to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist up here.
God, it feels so good. His mouth, his hands, his body, everything that you had been denying yourself despite secretly wanting it...
"Ugh..." You moan when he pulls away from your lips to kiss down your neck. He sucks a little and nips a bit and tickles you to make you laugh and whine at him for teasing you. Oh my god, he is so fun, and so cute, and such a good kisser, and so—
"[Name]." A familiar, feminine voice calls out to you, " Wait— Wait a minute. Are you—?! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!!"
As the number of squealing voices doubles, your eyes snap open and reality comes crashing back down on you. Because— hello?? Sero??? The playboy you've been avoiding this entire time??? And you're letting him stand tucked between your legs while he basically makes out with your neck??
"Oh— Oh my god. Oh my gosh, no. No! No." You say more to yourself than the man you push away as you jump off of the sink and try to shake yourself out of this dizzy, horny stupor.
"Oh, no please. Don't stop on my account. I'll leave you two be, and—"
You ignore Ashido's giggles as you turn around to turn on the sink, splashing at your face with the cold water despite knowing it'll ruin your makeup. You need to wake yourself the fuck up.
"Hey, uhm... are you okay?" It's Sero's voice that comes out soft and concerned as a large hand rests on your back, "Do you need water or something?"
"[Name], hey, what's going on?" Ashido's voice comes closer as well.
After taking a few deep breaths, and wiping off the layer of water on your face, you stand up straight and face the kitchen again. "I'm going home." You announce robotically, like you have to physically manifest this reality with words, or it'll escape you.
"Sorry." You say with an awkward pat on Sero's shoulder before walking out into the main hallway.
"Wait!" Ashido runs after you, "[Name], what's wrong? I'm sorry if I interrupted you or something."
"No, no. I'm glad you did. I'm drunk." You say with a shake of your head as you try to identify your jacket on the long wall of them hanging from hooks. But you find it and shrug it on before saying you last goodbyes to her and calling yourself a taxi, "Can you let the others know I left?"
"Yeah, of course. But..." Ashido blinks at you before looking back towards the kitchen area like she has something else to say.
"But what?"
"Never mind. I'll just talk to you about it later. When you're sobered up." She decides, following you out of house to wait with you until your taxi arrives.
You thank her with a hug before stepping into the car and spend the entire ride home sighing at how his touch lingers on every part of your body now.
So much for not letting him get in your head.
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tbc?
part 2
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thank you @bahbahhh for the tag! 🤗
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
12, but 5 of those are compilations, so 😅
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
347,709 🫠
3. What fandoms do you write for?
All Zelda all the time 😎 (oops I forgot I wrote a Metroid thing once)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
An Inconvenience
Zelink, Promptly
Antumbra
Branded
Calamitous
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! First of all because I really appreciate it when people leave me comments and I feel like the least I can do is say thank you. But also because part of the fun of posting online is interacting with others about the characters and stories. 🥰
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Well I've been told I wrecked people's lives with "Don't Say Goodbye" so I guess that one 😁
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Everything in Zelink, Promptly has a fluffy ending so most people would say that one. But I think the relief in the way Calamitous ends is my favorite flavor of happy.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Very rarely. I do live in perpetual fear of it though 😎👉👉
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
No.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Not crossovers, as in the characters from different media interact. But I am working on (YES I AM DAYDREAMING COUNTS AS WORKING) an Avatar: the Last Airbender BotW AU
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't believe so. That would be so lame, man.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Oh snap, I was about to say NO all definitively but I guess Adoring Fans actually exists! 😂
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
Zelink!
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
All of them? 🤣 Everything feels insurmountable until just the right amount of inspiration hits.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Woof, I don't know. I like my dialogue. And I dabble in a lot of world building. But I don't really have an area where I feel like I ✨shine✨
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm really wordy. And my plots have the structural integrity of a Jenga tower after 27 turns. And it takes me four years to finish anything. I could go on. 😅
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Like a made up language? I did this in An Inconvenience because overcoming the language barrier is a major plot point. Constructing the grammar/syntax/vocabulary was very time consuming though and I probably wouldn't do it again unless the story demanded it.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Zelda 🥰
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
Probably Branded, not because it's super great or anything but because I stayed true to the story I wanted to tell in spite of the self-doubt monster. 😎✨
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Tagging @linksthoughtbrambles @yourenotacat-writes @intangiblyyourswrites @wolfwarden @pocketseizure @aegon-targaryen @sifl-senpai and whoever else would like to play!
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