Part 5 (goes right after the line: “He was going to have to personally brief J’onn about the results of this mission.” Which is where part 4 technically ends on the main post)
Part 8
Brainstorming/Help
Thought on Danny getting sick?
gonna make danny panic spiral lol
posting frequency
Everything is in proper order on the AO3 page but I’ll be a chapter behind there and ask questions about future ideas and chapters on here.
There is a different number of parts vs chapters cause I moved stuff around and added others together. I consider the AO3 page the final version and stuff here is like sneak previews and first drafts (though to be fair I normally only have one or two drafts)
Btw I want you all to know I read EVERY FREAKING SINGLE ONE OF YOUR COMMENTS AND TAGS YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME!!!! I love every freaking one!!!
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Hello Tumblr! It's been one billion years since I've posted here but I'm back cus I need more places to share my beloved Eridsona, I haven't drawn properly in years but PHM has been such a brainworm I can't stop! It's relieving that I can call myself an artist again tbh.
This is Kahlo!
Her egg was contaminated by bismuth and because of it she has lots and lots of problems with her mental and physical health, she's a bit of a grump but that's just cus of all the walls she's built up.
Funnily enough, not inspired by Prism, I actually think she was made a little bit before Prism, but I didn't post her here and I discovered Prism not too long after making and they get along!
I'm currently in the process of drawing some angst
man sometimes i really want to get back into welding but then i remember that the guys from the first course i took won’t be there and change my mind
comprehensive list of things that happened to me in my welding course with The Guys:
- was the only one to get an A the first grading period. had to stop them from putting me on their shoulders
- became the official classroom mascot on account of i was the only girl. this meant i was an integral stop on any and all workshop tours. was referred to as “Our Lady Helena” on these occasions
- almost set myself on fire once bc my prof stood behind me watching me try a skill he’d just demonstrated and he shouted very suddenly very loudly. restarted my heart and asked WTF WAS THAT FOR JOHN and he called me a “goddamn wonder”. i almost got third degree burned over a compliment
- mentioned offhand ONE TIME that swords were cool. also mentioned my birthday offhand ONE TIME. one of The Guys remembered both instances and also happened to find a sword in a dumpster so he gave it to me for my birthday
- came in fifth in an arm wrestling competition
- french braided my hair in class bc i didn’t have time to do it beforehand. ended up with an audience of like 5+ guys trying to figure out how tf i was doing it
- told The Guys my college friends call me barbie. Mistake. suddenly had all 12 of them calling me Barbarian
- had some down time and made a silly little sculpture with some scraps. The Guys were endlessly intrigued by this and demanded to see some of my art school stuff. had a small crowd around my phone cheering loudly every time i swiped to a new picture
- accidentally mentioned the cafe i worked at. Mistake. several days later all 12 of them came in to bother me
- offered someone a haircut. Mistake. had to retract the offer bc suddenly Everyone wanted a haircut and it would Not Be Fair if i only did one
pov: grace tries to explore outside the biodome, only to find himself in a first person horror game in a foggy pitch dark hellscape with many alien rock spiders, scuttling in and out of the darkness. at least they're all friendly!
The Eridians notice that Grace seems nervous and correctly assume that this is related to him not being able to see them unless they are within the range of his light.
Clearly the best solution to this is to, when you hear Grace coming, LEAP in front of his xenosuit as quickly as possible so as to make sure that you are definitely within range of his light sense.
That loud noise he makes each time is probably some kind of human greeting. Hi Grace!
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Danny is a Mermaid that lives in one of the underwater caves in the same cave system that the Batcave is in. Damian goes exploring and finds Danny. Why Damian spends a vast amount of time exploring the caves and why he suddenly is very politely asking for vast amounts of raw seafood to be brought to the house is beyond the rest of the family
Danny had been bleeding at the edge of a pool when Damian had found him.Â
Danny hadn’t intended to go this far into the caves. Caves are dangerous underwater. They are dark, tight, and the currents can drag you deeper than you ever wanted to go. He had just wanted to hide, to escape, so he had gripped onto the edge of a tunnel knowing that only an idiot would get close with the current trying to suck them in.Â
It had worked, Skulker had known better and hadn’t thought the welp would be that dumb, and if he had been taken then he was lost. He had left. It would have been fine if Danny hadn’t lost his grip.
Tight tunnels, dark cold water, and the current bashing him against the rocks. The journey had been long. Too long. Danny could no longer tell how far or how deep the currents had dragged him as he pulled himself bruised, battered and bleeding onto the edge of an underground pool to rest.Â
He was trapped. The waterways leading out of this section of caves were too small for him to squeeze through. The ones leading in were too perilous to even try fighting the current.
Danny was alone, with nothing but his voice and his soft green bioluminescence to keep him company. So he sang.Â
...
The music is what drew Damian to that section of caves. He had been investigating a nearby tunnel when a sound drew his attention. It had been low, mournful, and utterly alien. The language was none he spoke, or had ever heard, but each syllable carried the meaning far more than just tone alone ever could.Â
It was beautiful. Damian immediately suspected a trap, but could not bear to leave whatever the thing was to itself. So he followed the sound.
Sound carries oddly underground. It would have been impossible to follow as far as he did under normal circumstances. If it had not been for his training, and the peculiar quality of the voice, Damian would have been lost, if he would have noticed the noise at all.
The tunnel opened up into a large cave with several pools of water. On the corner of the largest pool, came a soft green light that seemed to be the source of the song.Â
It was a person of sorts. Humanoid upper body with the lower half being comprised of a tail, more eel like than fish, with bioluminescent markings going along the length. He, and Damian was hesitant to call it a he, seemed of masculine build if on the lean side. Dick would make a joke about him having a swimmer’s body. A white, hairlike growth seemed to sport from his head, and Damien wondered if it was a type of sensory organ, or perhaps vestigial. Whatever the case, the white was tinged with red and whatever this creature was, he seemed hurt.Â
Damian stepped forward, making his steps heard. The creature looked up, its song coming to a halt. Instantly Damian missed the sound. With wide, dark eyes and what appeared to be panic, the creature looked at Damian, and the cave was plunged into darkness
Interesting, Damian thought, he can control his luminescence.
imagine if people actually took romantic consent seriously. wouldn't it be fucking awesome. i know they never will, but just. take a moment and imagine it with me
no more "just give them a chance, maybe you'll end up liking them!", no more "if you're going to reject someone, at least apologize to them!", no more shaming people for breaking up/divorcing, no more demonizing people for rejecting other peoples' romantic advances, no more shoving romance in romance repulsed peoples' face on purpose to provoke us, no more "i know we agreed to just be friends with benefits, but i thought you were going to fall in love with me eventually!", no more "i can fix them" when the only thing "wrong" with them is that they want to fuck without dating.
A friend I used to hang out with every week once confessed his feelings for me, which I didn't reciprocate. I wanted to stay friends, didn't see why we couldn't, we had been friends the whole time without any romance, why did that have to change? but he decided to stop hanging out with me.
I was heartbroken and felt tossed aside. I didn't understand why our friendship wasn't worth anything to him if he couldn't have me romantically or sexually. I felt betrayed and dehumanised, like I didn't matter to him as a person but only as a romantic prospect.
When I told other friends about it, to my surprise they all sided with him. "He is heartbroken, it's hard to get rejected" even my THERAPIST said this. It's not like I didn't empathize with him, but wasn't I rejected too? No one else could see that but me, they placed me as some sort of villain that had power over him in that situation, when all I did was set a boundary between friendship and romance. All I did was not consent to the terms he wanted for our relationship, I rejected them, my terms were different and he rejected those.
I've had my heart broken by friends over and over and it hurt the same, if not more, than any romantic heartbreak. Why is friendship undervalued next to romantic feelings?
To be honest, to this day I'm still pissed that no one sided with me on this. There's so much unraveling that needs to get done around how we view different relationships in our lives, and I feel like most people can't even scratch the surface when it comes to this questioning.
i desperately need people to stop avoiding what this post is actually about. stop derailing and trying to make it be about something else instead.
THIS POST IS ABOUT ROMANTIC CONSENT.
even if the person in question didn't want to fuck them, even if he just wanted a wholesome, purely romantic, nothing sexual at all relationship, it would STILL be fucked up to BLAME someone for rejecting that.
similarly, if someone really wanted to just fuck, but they were honest and clear about that, and handled rejection gracefully, there would be literally no issue with that.
when will you people understand what i thought i made incredibly fucking clear in the original post. the problem is not, and never was, the presence of potential sexual attraction. the problem is, and always has been, ignoring ROMANTIC CONSENT.
#people think that relationships are made of two parts#one part being ~Love~ (when it is Real it is perfect and pure and incapable of harm)#and Lust (dangerous and only ever potentially safe when tamed by a high amount of Real Love)#and thus they can only imagine that harm done in or relating to a relationship#is because of a lack of Real (romantic) Love + the presence of Lust#also i say relationship instead of just romantic relationship#because i dont think allo society is actually that good at distinguishing between types of relationships#they don't really see friendships between people who could potentially date as its own form of relationship#as much as a liminal space waiting room between being strangers and being romantic#anyways it's so fucking annoying how insistently people think that romance is only harmful because either#the person doesn't Really Love You or they ONLY want to fuck you (inherently a shallow thing to want as well!)#amatonormativity has such a grip people genuinely struggle to imagine that genuine feelings of romantic love#can be anything other than inherently good and beneficial#op you are NOT overreacting people just don't fucking understand what it's like being aroallo#and they don't give us nearly as much grace as we deserve when we get frustrated with this shit
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you'll never believe. whose main blog that post was from. hi, it's me, tumblr user radioactive-yuri, formerly known as thermodynamic-comedian. this is my side blog. and a good few years ago, i made that very post on my main blog.
i have been fighting in these trenches. for YEARS.
Grace and Rocky, giving a tour of the Hail Mary to fascinated Eridian scientists and diplomats.
Pointing at things and explaining what they are and how the ship works, lots of awed and appreciative noises are made.
Until one of the visiting Eridians points out a specific item. “And that?”
It’s a strange, circular thing, a xenonite disk mounted upright on some sort of pivot so it can spin freely, but around the edges it has… spokes? Pegs? Sticking out of it, that hit against a stiff flap that would slow down the spinning.
It is also separated into sections decorated with crude etchings of a human and an Eridian.
“Ah,” Grace says.
“That,” Rocky says.
“That’s. Um.” Grace seems somewhat embarrassed. “That’s the sacrifice wheel.”
The Eridian visitors clearly do not know what to make of that. “We think we misunderstood Savior Grace’s word,” they say, apparently hoping this is a vocabulary mix-up. “Explain (question, polite)?”
“Didn’t misunderstand,” says Rocky, sounding very sheepish. “That is sacrifice wheel.”
“So. While we were on our way to Erid, we might have gotten… anxious about each other’s well-being,” Grace says, which everyone is already very aware is a wild understatement. “And, well, you heard what happened at Tau Ceti, and after. There were a lot of unexpected dangers for the whole trip that required a lot of, at least, attempted self-sacrifice to solve. We ended up almost dying for each other several times. And we had an argument about what we’d do if another crisis like that came up. And we couldn't agree.”
“Grace argued that Grace already was unlikely to survive long-term on Erid, so he should be the one to do any potential deadly but necessary maneuvers to make sure I was able to bring taumoeba back,” Rocky says.
“Which made sense.”
“Did not make sense! Grace already sacrificed so much for me and for Erid, wouldn’t be fair to make you do it again—“ Rocky cuts himself off with a huff. They have obviously had this conversation before. “So sacrifice wheel was compromise.”
“Yeah,” Grace says. He spins it to demonstrate; it whirls around in a blur and a rattle of the flap hitting the pegs, then eventually slows down, and stops—pointing at the segment depicting a very bad but very clear image of an Eridian. “Rocky made the wheel, I spin the wheel, and whoever it lands on, that’s who gets to sacrifice themself to save the other and the other person does not get to argue. This way, we wouldn’t waste time debating who does the self-sacrifice and who survives, it’s just a plain fifty-fifty chance. Or, eighteen-eighteen chance in base six. But the point is it could be either of us and we would have to accept the outcome.”
Rocky started fidgeting while Grace was explaining. When Grace finishes, proud of the equitable solution they came up with to allow them to die for each other fairly, Rocky says, “Now that we are back and we don’t need sacrifice wheel anymore… I have confession to make. About the wheel.”
“What about the wheel?”
Rocky doesn’t answer. Grace frowns, first confused, then suspicious, and spins the wheel again.
It lands on Rocky again.
He spins the wheel again, and again, and again, and it lands on Rocky every single time.
“Rocky!”
“I weighted the wheel,” Rocky admits.
“Rocky the whole point was that it was equal, that was why we even made it—“
“Never was necessary so doesn’t matter anymore!”
“But you WOULD have!”
“And you never noticed because you were hungry and cranky and distracted and so would have done bad job on heroic self-sacrifice anyway!”
“I would not! I would have done fine!”
(The Eridian scientists and diplomats are still here watching this btw. Slowly dawning on them that 1) these two are extremely not normal about each other 2) if Erid ever does another space mission they NEED to send a therapist aboard because this is what happens when they don’t)
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a collection of things i wrote about color. these aren’t necessarily “tutorials", just things i’ve discovered that work for me and might help others. i’m still learning.
how do you manage to put characters with vastly different standard palettes into scenes together but keep everything harmonious? if that makes sense? I have a hard time with colour whenever i actually try to properly utilize it and putting multiple characters into one scene is incredibly frustrating because their palettes don’t always work together. :c
I don’t actually know if I’ve effectively answered your question with these, but I tried! This post from a long time ago might also be relevant.
I didn’t have time for a cute fashion picture today, so… here’s your reminder that there are 21 days to go on the Cucumber Quest Kickstarter!
This may/may not be true for other people, but when I’m wondering about how you choose your colors, I’m wondering about how you make everything, well, harmonic. Noisemaster is a good example of this: he’s got a wide range of colors, but they all work well together, so it doesn’t end up looking garish. So, how do you go about something like that?
Thank you! I want Noisemaster’s pages to look like I’m just selecting colors at random, but it’s really pretty simple. Sure, I use a lot of complementary pairs, triadic colors, etc., but I generally don’t have too much Color Theory Terminology in my head as I’m planning these pages out.
For reference, Pages 447, 448, 451 and 455.
I know I’m not great at technical explanations, but I hope this sheds a little light on what I’m doing!
  Hi Gigi! I wanted to ask you a question about colors! I have a problem with choosing colors when there is drastic lighting, whether its really bright light or if the characters are in a really dark, dimly lit place. I’m not sure how to choose the colors that fit the characters (that make them look like they’re themselves, and not different. I hope that makes sense!) So, how do you choose your colors when doing that sort of lighting in your comics?
   — waddledoops
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I think that eridian scientists would really enjoy testing Grace's ability to see. I feel like echolocation is Comprehensive but Limited in range. Like, sure, through doors and walls but only up to uhhh maybe 50m? (i dont know how to guess scale in space scenes. 100m?)
In the book somewhere in the tunnel scenes (so I hear) rocky freaks out that grace returns later than he agreed because he slept in. That implies that rocky couldn't hear the ship from his part of the tunnel.
Compared with humans that can see for MILES unless something gets in the way.
They're absolutely chucking lampposts in all kinds of weird places to see if Grace can see them from the edge of his biodome at night.
