Hello! I'm Marley. This is my blog. I post my art and writing and neuroses. It's very disorganized but it's mine. Here's a little about me, as well as a general directory:
He/him, adult born in the 90s, married to @superman-elimination-machine :)
Artist and writer; I'm largely self-taught and supposedly do these things for "fun" but I have #perfectionism and need to be #the best
My completed fics (AO3)
My art tag: #i need an art tag
I post WIPs a lot and the occasional scratch-paper doodle, I don't have a specific tag for these unfortunately
About me and "best of" fics under the cut :)
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Sashays through my bead curtain. Welcome to my Home
I draw and write a lot despite being employed full-time because it is my divine mandate or something idfk. My current subject of choice is Superman, especially Absolute Superman. I also really like spacesuits, they're a special interest of mine so you will see them in pretty much everything I make. I used to hate myself for it because it's such an odd interest of mine, but I've decided I'm too old and too tired to keep doing this to myself long-term. So now everything is spacesuits. Healing my inner child or whatever
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And now for a... not necessarily "best of" fic list, but rather "fics I put extra time and care and thought into, and by that definition would be most proud of":
The Spaceship and His Boy. Absolute Superman, Teen and up rating, 8.7k words, Major Character Death. An alternate universe where Kal and Sol escape Krypton but never make it to Earth. It is unbelievably fluffy and self-indulgent despite the bleak premise. I even wrote a song for it!
Lightweight. Absolute Superman, Teen and up rating, 3k words. I think this one might be my best fic tbh and it's kind of a love letter to the place I'm from lol. AU where Kal gets that beer after all. And then a soda because he doesn't like the beer, and then on some guy's nerves because he doesn't like the soda. He cracks jokes and is awkward and it's fun.
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And now for something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT (aka disgusting fics, but they meet the aforementioned criteria so they get a mention down here):
Symmetry. Superbat, Explicit rating, 3k words. I don't have a good explanation for this one other than that I was like "what if I made porn that thought it was high art?" Bruce milks Clark and it's symbolic, or something.
Let's Go to Space. Absolute Superman, Explicit rating, 6k words. No good explanation for this one either other than that the tags are an affront to god and I moved this to Anon because I didn't want it to be the first thing people saw on my AO3 🥴 Kal and Sol fuck, and it's, well. It is what it is. This one also wants to be high art.
^ I'm actually a huge softie and have a weakness for hurt/comfort lovey-dovey platonic bullshit but I really am drawn to writing shit that's like. Idk. Not that.
^ I don't take requests, or commissions, but I accept prompts and might even do something with them if they interest me and I have time/energy >:)))))
I'll be surprised if anyone has read this far bc I wouldn't even read this far. But if you did, I'm baking you chocolate chip cookies. It's the least I can do 👍I love you
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And on that note (and please forgive the self-absorption) but I do feel like I've gotten better at my craft these past couple years. Writing, drawing, whatever it is, but for the purposes of this post I'll talk about writing. Nowadays I explain myself only when it's fun for me to explain. I don't explain when I feel obligated to, as in, I no longer subscribe to the mindset that "I need to spell out every thought behind this work and explore every nuance to avoid this being taken the wrong way." I think my works have become richer for it. A lot of what I say and write I don't see as literal, anyhow. It could be. It could also be facade, which I've decided to lean into more these days since I used to get frustrated at being misunderstood (a classic autistic experience), and have decided it's much more fun to play into it rather than fight it. Sometimes the facade in my writing is obvious and sometimes it isn't. I'm not going to leave a little footnote every time it isn't. The Elements of Style makes the contention that good prose does not condescend, and I am choosing to interpret that as "good prose does not hold the reader's hand; have faith in the reader's ability to read." I do have faith in the reader and so I will not spell things out. I write stories, not user manuals. And my stories are conversations, not dogma; I'm looking for listeners, not rule-followers.
been stewing on an analytical approach to fiction which I call "is this book afraid of me?" and in order to answer this question you determine how hard the book is trying to make sure you don't come after the writer on twitter
Please keep making art. Please make it for yourself. Please don’t let everything become even more of the same flat general appeal nonsense that doesn’t seem to have anything to say
"In the name of the Sun's.... the Sun's divine light..."
It's the silence we should fear.
-> stuttering on the word "sun"... the agony on his face... he's talking about Sol here
-> The deeply palpable feeling that something is missing after Sol's death. You don't hear him anymore. Kal talks to him and no one answers. It's the silence we should fear.
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You can't just have this character (who is a. spacesuit) who is in charge of protecting this character and his whole theme is helping Kal "remember who he is" AND THN JUST LIKE. AS KAL IS ABOUT TO ALMOST KILL SOMEONE FOR THE FIRST TIME AND LOSE HIMSELF COMPLETELY MR. SPACESUIT JUST SWOOPS BACK IN AND GENTLY CUPs HIS BREASTS AND CRIES INTO HIS EAR AND CARESSES HIM AND TELLS HIM "I AM GETTING US OUT OF HERE" and
Thanks for the tag, @superman-elimination-machine 🤍
I don't know who to tag other than my fellow writers in crime @rowanisawriter (original work plsplspls??? 👀) and @onblondes (Evie treats plsplspls??? 👀), and @ligmabhaals (not sure if you're working on anything at the moment but if you are, I'd LOVE to see it 👀), but no pressure of course!
Here's a rough excerpt from my Absolute!Lara fic. For context, science involving space is considered to be heresy on Absolute!Krypton, so space travel wasn't really a thing for Kryptonians in this universe. In the comics, Kal talks about how Lara wanted to be an astronaut when she was little and got kicked out of school when she wrote an essay about it. She built a spacesuit when she was 12, so evidently that didn't stop her :) AND now she's passed on her love of space to her son, timid little misfit Kal-El who does in fact. Become an astronaut, of sorts. Ouch.
WIP below the cut, it's not much but it's a start:
“Are you going to be an astronaut when you grow up?” she asks him. He’s so big in her arms. No, he’s little, much littler than the other boys in his class. But that doesn’t change how big he is, really.
He nods his head. “Don’t tell anyone, though,” he whispers back.
“Not even Dad?”
Kal thinks about this. “You can tell him,” he says. “But don’t make fun of me!”
“I won’t,” says Lara softly. “I promise.”
“He’s not allowed to make fun of me, either.”
“He won’t. I’ll make sure he doesn’t.”
Kal nods into her neck. Her heart breaks, because why on Krypton would they make fun of him? Then he wiggles out of her arms and runs back to the house with Krypto trotting at his heels. Lara takes a look at the harvester and decides to leave it for another day.
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this dipshit kid @ the lair improvement store is telling me they dont carry Dark Harbinger Blue but i literally scryed it online like do not tempt my wrath right now
everyone needs to get weirder, yes, but also get kinder. get more supportive. get more loving. be good to your fellow fans, especially the creatives who give you art and gifs and fics and fancams and and and. treat each other well because on tunglr dot hell, we are all neighbors. and neighbors look out for each other
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