#this is getting long

[grunkle-no-more-colombian-nights]

I’ve hit 25 chapters with Summerween Part 1 😦 I’m nearing 100,000 words with this. I may have a problem. Anyways thank everyone for following along with my hyper-fixated crazed writing. I truly can’t tell you all how much it means to me that others are enjoying the story.

[sportsallover]

Could they, maybe, consider arriving to their destination?

[greeneyeofenvy]

ignore how long she took me,

Lamore Cupia, youngest of the current Cupias, a famous potion family in the wizarding world: they historically invented the Amorentia and other love potions. And holds blood of the Cupid(s), but that’s a family secret. The mirror selfie and the profile drawings ig, it’s close to her real handwriting, cursive and hearts on her i’s. total time taken: roughly 18 hours. fun lore abt Lamore:

-She’s a Ravenclaw, despite how ‘dumb’ love can make her, she’s talented in potions by birth (which created a sort of friendly rivalry with Daniel Page)

-her family is LOADED, and pure blood. Lamby a like the sugar mommy, and least traumatized (she has no trauma, yet.)

-she just knows love about people, wether it’s their orientation, crush, status, she just knows. Hell she’d likely even know if someone like someone before they knew themselves! I imagine she gets little tingles when a ship of hers becomes a reality.

-she goes by many names: The matchmaker, Mory, Lam, Lamby, ‘that girl who knew he was gay before he even knew what gay meant’ (true story?). Either way she’s a cupid woman of many names.

[importantdestinydefendor]

I rarely post anything else other then Arslan Senki on this blog and only mention other manga/media here and there but I have never talked about my favourit manhwa of all time!

And I really need other people to read and talk with me about it because nobody I know irl have read it and it is not really popular so there isn't much discours online (╥﹏╥).

The manhwa I am talking about is:

If you like stories in an post-apocalyptic world and zombies - this is for you. The manhwa conclued last year with 85 chapters and three seasons, was drawn by Kim Dazzi (also on Instagram if you want to see more bonus art) and published via Webtoon.

Summary from Bato:

In the near future, the world is a desolate place occupied by the undead. Strange crystals emit a deadly zombie virus as the last remnants of humanity struggle to avoid infection and survive. Despite all this, life is relatively peaceful for young Ruby, who lives in the Amina Safe Zone with her father and a small band of other survivors. All of this changes when Ruby encounters Arvan, a white-haired young man with pale skin and no heartbeat. This meeting sets off a series of events that force Ruby and her father to embark on a journey to discover the truth.

My propaganda:

The art is gergoues - especially the backgrounds. The designs are immaculate and the snowy landscape contrast so well with the pop of colours from the crystals. Said environment also fits the story like a glove. It gives it this airy and cold mystery feeling. Now to the story. It isn't something we haven't seen before but it still feels so fresh not only due to the cold environment (I am sorry...) but because of the characters! The youngest in the cast is Ruby, who is fifteen. The rest of the characters are between late thirties to early fourties. The oldest is 65 years old! And she acts like a teenager so do be warned if you do not like that. I did not inclued Arvan as there is not a lot we know about him but I guess he is around Rubys age. The relationships between the characters are so versatile! Like Ruby does not behave the same in front Rovan as she does with her dad (extreme case) or with another older father-like figure like Pasco. Same goes for her father, bevrian. He treats Ruby and Arvan slightly different. He also interactes with other adult characters differently in context of their situations! Like, he treats everyone with kindness but there is still a difference if they are or were from the Amina safe zone or from outside that.

(I am very bad at this propaganda, me thinks lol)

Only points off are that it ends so abruptly and that there were so many things that still could have been explored. For example the lifes of the adults in the Amina safe zone before the apocolyps or during. The (full) story on why Rovan got banished. More on Arvan and his backstory. But the manhwa is just too short to have told all these stories and Kim Dazzi was the only one working on the manhwa (it is their debute manhwa after all) so there wasn't much they could do.

Art propaganda:

(One of my all time favourit panels of the manhwa (⸝⸝ ♡﹏♡⸝⸝). And there are a lot of those lol)

Another thing I noticed while writing this is why I like Albrecht von Nürnberg from A Stepmother's Märchen so much. It is because he and Bevrian (Rubys dad) look very similar and Bevrian is my favourit in Tacit.

Like, do you see this??? @stepmarchen @tired-reader-writer I am not the only one, right?? I'm not going of the rails??

Oh, dilfs who have brown hair, blue eyes and a mustache, save me! (The only thing Albrecht could learn from Bevrian is how to be a better dad lol)

And also this pic of Bevrian is so- *swoons*

PLEASE, SOMEBODY READ THIS AND YAP TO ME ABOUT IT! I NEED SOMEBODY TO TALK ABOUT THIS TO OR ELSE I'M GONNA EXPLODE T-T

[dimsunstuff]

I can't believe a niche crossover fanfic managed to give me an irrational fear that I now have to contend with on semi-regular basis... It wasn't even a good fic

[yoonia]

What is it with me and Jimin fics and always turning Jimin one-shots into mini-series?

[absolutelyzoned]

how does one go about talking out its problems and getting a good idea of what may be wrong with it without including my parents in the process ..

[siri-ike]

He failed. Over and over, he watched it play out. It was a lot of time to reflect. If only he had been faster. If only he hadn't cheated on the SATs. If only he had been more careful during that fight. Each moment played out in front of him like a movie. A movie about his worst mistakes.

It didn't stop when he became aware of himself. He could feel he was lying in a bed. He felt something was covering his eyes. He felt his wrists and ankles were tied down, and there was a tube in his mouth. It had to be GIW. They're probably going to cut him open.

"Kkrk." He couldn't speak.

He struggled to get out, but every movement hurt. He stopped. What's the point? At least he can be useful for something. Maybe he'll get lucky, and the autopsy finally kills him.

"It's ok, everything is alright. No need to be scared."

Danny instinctively turned to the source of the sound. The voice was unfamiliar. It was deep, masculine. He didn't sound like GIW.

"I'm Bruce Wayne. I'm your legal guardian now. Your mom and I had the same great grandfather."

Danny heard chairlegs inch across a wooden floor, and the air around his right hand got warmer. He balled his fist and tried to pull away, but the restraints stopped him. His hand felt weird, too. Like it was covered in something. It's kind of rough but elastic, like a glove with a little dirt inside. It was on his other hand, too, and his feet. He rubbed his fingers together, trying to figure out what it was, but

"I'm sorry, I'm sure it's uncomfortable, but the bandages have to be there. The explosion left a lot of burns. I can untie your wrists. They were just so you wouldn't pull out your breathing tube."

Breathing tube? Is he not breathing? Wait, is he in a hospital? Danny listened to the room. He didn't hear a heart monitor or any voices. It didn't smell like a hospital either, more like a hotel room.

"Here, you can use this to communicate."

Danny felt a flat device with square protruding buttons get placed under his right hand. He pressed one of the buttons.

"{Help}" *beedeep* a robot voice came from the device. And a pinging sound came from nearby.

He felt around the board. It had 9 buttons. He pulled it into a better position and pressed the top right button.

"{Yes}"

He pressed each button in reading order.

"{No}" "{Uncomfortable}" "{Help}" *beedeep* "{Clean}" "{Hurt}" "{Bored}" "{Leave}" "{Stop}"

Each button had a simple protruding symbol on it. A checkmark for yes, an X for no, a door for leave, the circle with a line through it for stop, a music note for bored, clean was a bubble, hurt a drop, and help was the emergency exit guy. The odd one out was uncomfortable, which was just the letter U.

"I know it's not a lot of options, but in two days, your back should have healed enough to sit up. Then, you'll be able to use both hands on the alphabet board."

Danny lifted his right hand toward the tube in his mouth. He was stopped by another restaint at his elbow. These bigger movements made the wrappings feel worse. Like the gloves were full of sand now.

"You can't take out the breathing tube. Your throat is all burned because you inhaled fire. Your hands, feet, and eyes were also burned. Luckily, the force of the explosion pushed you far enough to survive."

"{No}"

He wasn't lucky. He's a murderer. Danny turned his head away.

After a moment, the man spoke again. "There are more buttons." Softly, he led Danny's finger to the side of the device.

On the left, he felt a smaller round button.

"{Nine thirty two P.M.}"

The bandages on his left foot were starting to get irritating. Danny pushed his heel into the bed. His whole body turned slightly. He stopped.

"Here,"

Danny heard a rubber button click, and a TV turned on.

"What do you like? Drama? Comedy? Horror? Romance?"

Danny took a moment to respond. He'd much rather wallow in his guilt tan listen to a movie. But if he can get something about space on there, he could heal faster. He could get out of here and, and uhm, oh. There's no villain to fight. No family to go back to. There's no point in even going to school without Sam or Tucker.

"We can search for something. How about I run through the alphabet and you tell m-"

"{Uncomfortable}"

"Uncomfortable, how? About the TV?"

"{No}"

"Is the bed uncomfortable?"

"{No}"

"Do you need your diaper changed?"

He's wearing a diaper? As if he didn't already feel helpless enough.

"{No}"

"Bandages?"

"{Yes}"

"Bandages, ok. Are they too tight?"

"{No}"

"Too loose?"

"{No}"

"Dirty?"

Danny paused. Are they dirty? Maybe they're supposed to be like that. His plan was just to remove them.

"{Yes}"

"Alright, we can change them out."

His hands did not feel better naked. It felt like when you burn your tongue on a hot pizza, but you keep eating it anyway, and the next day you can't really taste anything, exept it was on his hands instead of his tongue.

The cool wet rag was nice. And, not that Danny would admit it, but he did miss people touching him. Danny was by no means cuddly, he got that from his mom, but it had been a long time since someone held him in any kind of affectionate way. It felt... safe.

The cooling cream felt gross. It was thick and wet and blech. He had tried to pull his hand away, but Bruce insisted that it was necessary to prevent drying, infection, and permanent damage. At least he managed to get through that the bandages needed to be tighter. He did he same process with his feet, but after that, he started removing the bandages on Danny's head.

Danny actually sorta forgot about the bandages on his head.

To lift him forward, Bruce unhooked something near Danny's waste. It must have been what kept him so stiff before. He thought it would hurt more coming off his face, but it was the back of his head that was sore. With each layer removed, he could see a little more light. When it looked like he was seeing through only two or three layers of cloth, Bruce stopped, and a warm wet rag rubbed his face. No. That can't be it. He can barely see anything. Just a big black square with a brown background. He tried to reach for his eyes, but even with his arms free, they were too heavy. The rag wiped a clump out of one eye, and for a second, he saw some color. It was vague and small, but he saw a little green peek out from behind the black.

"Kkrkkkr"

All he could do was fuss. He could barely move, but he could still make things difficult.

Bruce pulled away without the fight Danny was expecting. He still held him up, and from there, Danny could see mostly shades of gray and brown. The standouts were the big black square, which had moved to be right next to him, and a much smaller green shape. Danny stared at it, squinting and blinking, trying to see it better. It got bigger and bigger as it got closer to the square. Then it disappeared behind the square.

"What's wrong?" Bruce pushed the sound board back into Danny's hand.

Yes, no, uncomfortable, help, clean, hurt, bored, leave, stop. None of these are right.

"{No}" "{Leave}"

"Do you want me to go?"

"{No}" "{No}" "{Leave}"

"No leave? You want me to stay?"

"{Yes}"

"I'm not going anywhere."

He's not getting it. Need more buttons. Need to speak! Danny struggled and his sound board fell to the ground just as the green shape came back into view.

"Father." This voice was younger, more serious, and hostile.

"What is it, Damian?"

Danny stopped moving, and the board was put back in its place.

"The current... Wane Industries matters need your attention. I am to keep watch in your stead."

"{No}" "{Leave}" "{Stop}" "{Leave}" "{Hurt}"

"Are you hurt?"

"{No}" "{Leave}" "{Hurt}"

"Damian's going to stay, he wont hurt you, I'll be back."

"{No}" "{No}" "{No}" "{Hurt}" "{No}" "{Hurt}"

"Reapply the bandages to his head."

Despite Danny's protests, he left.

Damians hands were smaller and a little warmer than Black squares, but just as calloused. They must do a lot of physical labor.

"You think Father will be hurt because he left?"

He got it? In one?

"{Yes}"

Why couldn't angry green blob have been here the whole time? What was his name again? Something like Omen? Demon? He'll probably hear it again sometime.

"Father rarely acknowledges his own mortality." His voice sounds young, but his words do not. "Fearing possible future events does nothing to prevent them. If he does sustain injuries, he will recover." The green blob seemed less angry the more he spoke. "Alfred said your eyes should be healed enough to leave uncovered. Do you want that?"

"{Yes}"

Barely anything is better than nothing. Danny kipped his hand upward. Stupid gravity stopped him, but he did it a few more times. He looked directly at the green shape. It was smooth yet sharp, like those gemstones you can get at gift shops.

"Can you see me?"

"{Yes}" "{No}"

"You can kind of see me?

"{Yes}"

Danny kipped his hand again, trying to reach the breathing tube.

"The breathing tube it supposed to be there. I can't remove it."

Can you read minds?

...

Guess not. Time for drastic measures. Concentrate. Danny bit down on the tube, and the air inside got colder. After just a few seconds, he heard the machine start to malfunction.

The boy said some things but it didn't sound like English. Hastily, he pulled out the breathing tube, and Danny could feel a rush of air down his throat. It burned. It stung. It felt like he was breathing fiberglass.

"- Need - - help - - him - - you - - go -" Danny panted out. Every word felt like he had swallowed a roll of sandpaper. But it was worth it to hear the boys footsteps run away. Danny wheezed heavily as the green gem got smaller and smaller. The browns and greys he was left with got darker and lost focus. Eventually the green disappeared along with everything else.

All Seeing

DpxDc

Bruce Wayne had been many things in his life: billionaire, businessman, vigilante, father. But a long-lost uncle? That was a new one.

The SOS from a small town in Illinois had sent him racing against time, but he had been too late. An accident had taken the lives of an unknown distant cousin and their entire family—except for one. The sole survivor was a boy named Danny, left blind from the incident. When Bruce had arrived, he saw no other option but to take him in, to give him the support he needed.

Months passed, and Danny quickly found a place within the Wayne family. He was kind, gentle, and an overall bright presence in the manor. But grief had its way of clinging to people, and Danny was no exception. He had his sad days, times when he retreated into himself and let silence be his shield. Even so, the Batfamily took to him, each in their own way.

There was just one thing about him that none of them could ignore: he gives out cryptic warnings.

It had started small. He would mention the weather, and it would turn exactly as he said. He would casually hand someone an item—a band aid, an extra set of gloves, a lucky charm—and say, "Be careful." And without fail, later that day, they would end up needing it. It might have been coincidences at first, but the pattern grew undeniable.

Danny could see the future. Or, at least, something close to it.

The family, skeptics that they were, had tried to prove otherwise. They set up small tests, all of which Danny passed without even realizing he was being tested. Eventually, they stopped trying to disprove it and started trying to understand it instead. Bruce, being Bruce, documented everything. Tim, ever the investigator, compiled data. Damian remained skeptical but watched his cousin with a hawk’s eye.

Then Danny was kidnapped.

It had been a random act—a desperate group of criminals seeking to ransom Bruce Wayne’s newest ward. They had no idea what they had walked into. The moment Danny went missing, the Batfamily mobilized. It was Red Robin who found him first.

Tim had worked swiftly, dismantling the criminals with precision, tying them up before they even had a chance to process what was happening. He had moved quietly, intent on assessing Danny’s condition before alerting the others. But before he could even speak, Danny, bound and blindfolded, tilted his head slightly and murmured, "...Tim?"

Tim froze.

It wasn’t a confident statement; it was uncertain, questioning. But Danny, who should have had no way of knowing, knows.

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[afniel]

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

[carsonjonesfiance]

“This thing is legally dubious and therefore technically unenforceable.” Is not a “useless liberal gotcha” it’s how legalism works in this country. Tying up stupidly worded EOs in court is the quickest way to keep them from being implemented. It is the definition of “doing something.” But it doesn’t usually involve much tweeting so of course a certain type of leftist feels obligated to mock it.

[woman-respecter]

kids these days are like “i need chat gpt to write an essay that would normally take 12 hours in 2” but back in my day i did that all the time by using a little technique called “writing some absolute bullshit.” and yet i still walked away with a better essay and more critical thinking skills than i would get if i used chatgpt. write a bad essay that you started on the day it was due, but write it yourself.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.