project run

I don’t usually post my comic diaries out of sequence like this, but this felt too important to wait around on so here we are!

So yes! I’ll be stopping the strip as of May 22nd. It’s scary and it’s emotional but DARN IT! I’m doing it!

This is something I’ve been considering for a month or two now based on a number of factors: 

-whether or not the project has run it’s course or is the best it can be

- it’ll give myself more hours for rest due to a very stressful freelance lifestyle and will give my (often) wavering mental health some relief

-most importantly, it’ll give me the time and energy to do something more ambitious

I want to take the accumulative hours spent on these strips and channel them into something new and more well-made. I really want more time to work on ambitious comics exclusive to my Patreon audience that I can feel proud of in a whole new way. 

I’m hungry! I wanna do something big and new and I just can’t do that if these strips remain ongoing. It’s sad but true. 

5 years seems like a good place to stop. It would scare me to only ever be associated with this one project, however important it has been to me all these years. The fact is, I’m still young enough to create so much more and I still want to get better in terms of craft. I don’t want to get too comfortable at this stage in my career.

Muggy Ebes began in 2012 as a way for me to actually take part regularly in the medium that I love so much. I didn’t have any online presence and nobody aside from me saw my drawings. Now it’s 2017 and I’ve met so many wonderful people, artists and readers alike. If past me could see that people actually look forward to my strip, she’d be floored! Plus, it got my foot in the door and my name is out there in the comic sphere! At least, on small underground comix scale haha. But even then, I never actually thought that would happen to me! It’s bananas!

I’m proud that I can say that at the age of 24, I already have a 5-year daily project under my belt. Me ending the strip is absolutely and by no means me “quitting comics”. It’s me wanting to move on to the next stage and new things, and I can’t wait to show folks what else I can do. As I stated earlier, I’m looking to work with Patreon in mind. I really like the idea of creating comics with a genuine patron feedback system. It’s exciting and feels like the next step in maintaining this ambitious momentum.

I guess I want to say thank you so much for following me or reading this strip over the years. I know some folks here have been following me since day 1 pretty much, and trust me, I know who you are and appreciate it a ton! I’ll keep posting strips (obviously) until the 22nd May. The schedule will be spread out because of work but they’re coming dw.

I’m not super eloquent, but I try!

Thanks,

Ebes

I promise I will not become one of those people who sorely talks about their boyfriend and I really won’t because I like to keep tumblr sort of unrelated to the relationships I have most of the time so when it’s over I don’t have to look back at it and cry or delete the posts but I’ve been meaning to say this one thing that was adorable.

Before I became friends with the guy I’m with we met at a meeting for the project we run together (we organize geek culture events as part of a big group) and he had been a part of the group for less time than I was but I had been away for a while working on college so we met the first time at a meeting.

Back when we first started going out we were talking in the car about first impressions because his memory is bad and mine’s really good and he kept getting the dates mixed up and what I had said or how we had met or talked and he said - matter-of-factly and not romantically at all:

“I remember feeling kinda weird cause I kept staring at you.” and I remembered that he stared and I went like

“Cause I was dressed weird? Cause I was being super cool and funny?” And once again matter-of-factly and not at all romantically he said something more to himself than to me:

“No, it was like, I think I was thinking that it wasn’t possible for someone to be that pretty, it made no sense.”

I SWEAR TO GOD THAT WAS SO NICE AND HE WASN’T EVEN BEEING LIKE SMOOTH OR ANYTHING he wasn’t even talking about attraction he was honestly just like stunned by my face???? i just!! 

So canon it hurts :”D

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Archive Of Our Own has outpaced fanfiction.net

In 2015, the rate of new works started per day on the non-profit archive exceeded that of the older fanfiction.net, and this fan-run project is set to surpass the fastest growth of either archive in 2017. 

Below the cut, I explain where these numbers come from, look more closely at the seasonal variation in each archive, and the overall pace of fanworks being posted.

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Nomanita is the most beautiful wlw ship I have seen in years,

They’re the fucking epitome of ride or die.

Like what wouldn’t they do for eachother? Paint your toe nails? Come here baby I got you and blue looks lovely on you. Burn a hospital down after your bigoted mother tried to kidnap you? Someone hand me the lighter. Wear silly costumes that are over the top even when my taste is more simple? Always baby there’s nothing like how you smile when you have a project. Go on the run from the fucking government and accept your life as a dangerous hacker who has 7 other people living in her brain? This sound like a costume opportunity babe I’m thinking Nancy Drew but with leather.

[The ~feel~ of statistics majors at Elsewhere U has changed somewhat since I sent you that ask (dangerous was perhaps the wrong word), but here’s an extended piece about them that is totally not also a love letter to my chosen subject]

Science majors are always treated more warily by the gentry. This is both a blessing and a curse; we’re less likely to be fucked with, except perhaps out of spite, but it also leaves the greatest mystery we’ve ever seen out of our reach.

It’s tough, being a truth-seeker.

Every department has its own inclinations when it comes to attempts to study Them. Brave physics majors strap bodged-together chronal stabilisers to their arms and go spelunking in those places that time bends unnaturally, reeling back out days or weeks or months later sobbing unintelligibly about relativity. The smart chemistry majors favour esoteric methods of detecting Them, importing enough hazardous substances that it’s surprising none of them are on terrorist watch lists; we try and avoid the choking fumes of their labs and darkrooms if possible. Biologists tend to keep to themselves and be blacklisted in turn; nobody’s attempted to gather samples from Them since the chrysanthemum incident, and the tensions are manageable. Maths is essentially arcane to Them, too logical to make any sense, and more than one student has traded their way out of a tight spot with a neatly penned proof of Euler’s formula.

As at every other university, statistics majors get overlooked. It’s hardly a surprise; it’s the kinds of subject that you either do for a lack of a better idea (and the alleged “amazing job security”) or because you really love statistics. Students in the department because of the former are usually fine, having no particular drive to hunt out knowledge beyond the mundanities of coursework. That cadre of us, though, who take what the lecturers give us and turn it on our environment? Well, I’d call us the most successful informal research group in the university.

Don’t look so surprised! Statistics is the science of observation and patterning. Not only to we know how to analyse for a trend, we know how to tell whether there’s a kernel of truth in it or if it’s just noise; the deceptions of a regression with p = 0.07  are not too different to some of the misdirections of the gentry. Provided you’re smart about data collection (RIP Tumblr user no-this-is-a-knife), there’s not a lot They can do to screw with you as long as you keep everything digital and speak softly. Walking the line between observing Them and alerting Them to your intentions is very possible as long as you’re canny about it. Interestingly, the proportion of Slytherin students in the department is greater than you would expect from a subject so knowledge-oriented.

There are some great projects being run in our downtime. Demography of the gentry would be both a fool’s errand and a slow death, but there’s plenty you can do by surveying the human population or simply watching common areas. That’s what I’m working on, actually; we’re using some of the chem students’ detection techniques to investigate the distribution of the gentry around the campus. Early results are confirming the rumours that arts students are most likely to run into Them. There’s other projects as well, of course, like the two students who’ve cracked the university’s database of missing persons reports and are analysing it against the year to look for the most dangerous times.

To be clear: we mean no harm by what we do. It’s easy to think of us as a coiled snake in the grass, but I would never dream of using my research against anyone (human or gentry or otherwise). Anyone seeking to fight the gentry is probably better off burying themselves in the mythology stacks anyway; research that could conclusively prove cause and effect is well outside our capabilities. All we’re really about is helping people do what they were already doing, like find somewhere weirdness-free to study for finals.

The official Elsewhere U message boards keep deleting our threads - I’m almost sure it’s foul play at this point, one of the staff They have in Their metaphorical pocket - so we’ve been pushed into informal channels. r/ElsewhereStatistics is a good one-stop-shop for passing students, and our Tumblr network is pretty extensive. It’s important to be able to coordinate, to ask questions; this research methodology isn’t exactly something you can run by the lecturers.

While it’s disheartening to know that this work will never leave the university (statistics journals reject so many regular papers, and there’s no scientific field pertaining to Them that we could publish under like applied statistics groups usually would), it’s worth all the toil and more. On a practical level, we’re helping people; just the other day a sobbing fine arts major grabbed me after class and gave me a thank-you hug for publishing those preliminary maps of gentry activity on campus. She can paint in peace now! How wild is that? Most of us would still do it regardless of the thanks, though. After all, the most praise in the world can’t top the simple euphoria of discovery; there’s nothing like that ephemeral moment after the results come back when you can truly say that you know something no-one else knows.

Well, I’d better be getting back to it; these numbers aren’t gonna crunch themselves. Come visit us down in the computer labs sometime (bring coffee!). And remember: following our will and wind, we may just go where no one’s been.

Producer wants to make an R-rated Mega Man live-action Movie

As you may already know, Castlevania is being made into an animated series on Netflix that will premiere later this year. The series is being produced by Adi Shankar, who is known for his 2012 reboot of Judge Dredd. When asked what video game series he would like to turn into a live-action film, Shankar replied that he would “love to do a hard-R Mega Man”. 

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Smart Mouth

Pairing: Alexander x Reader

Requested?: Yeah buddy!

Prompt: “owo what’s this?- I mean can I request a Alex x Reader where they argue A LOT and Alex ends up confessing to R in one of the arguments pls??”

Words: 2.4k+ (my longest one so far)

Dedications: Huge thanks to my best friend @helplesslylins and my twin @secretschuylersister for helping through this long process and proofreading for me! I love you both <3 Also, @fragmentofmymind I know you’ve been waiting for this so here you go ;) Lastly, @shinymarbles I think this was your request but if it wasn’t then sorry for the tag!

(A/N: So glad this is finally done, I hope you enjoy!)

Originally posted by thetrashcannot


“You’re impossible, Alexander!” You groaned, rubbing your temples and turning away from the short-tempered man. It was barely 9 am and he was already at your throat over your choice of cereal. Well, the cereal wasn’t for you, it was for the guy who was currently lounging in your bed after a rather fun hook up.

“I’m just saying. Anybody who willingly asks for Cheerios must be clinically insane.” Alexander shrugged, sipping what was probably his 5th cup of coffee.

“You know, maybe if you didn’t chug coffee so much, you could reach the top shelf of a bookcase.” You brushed past Alexander, going down the hall towards your room.

“I’m not short! I’m vertically challenged!” He yelled after you, grumbling as you disappeared into the room.

Your relationship with Alexander was…complicated, for a lack of better words. You were friends, though based off the amount you guys argued anyone would think you hated each other. The bickering between you two was at an all time high as of recently and it was confusing you. Something as simple as a movie selection ended up in a 20 minute debate that only came to a conclusion thanks to Herc grabbing the remote and picking something. Alex’s usual light teasing tone was now masked with another emotion that you couldn’t decipher. There’s a clear shift and you weren’t sure how to go about it.

Soon after he finished his cereal and got your number, the man who’s name you now knew as James left your apartment. The door could barely shut before Alex was speaking again.

“Sex was probably mediocre at best.” He called over his shoulder, eyes on the computer as he typed away furiously. You sighed and rested your forehead on the door before turning to face him.

“It was actually great, want a play-by-play?” You sauntered over to him, standing in front of his computer and crossing your arms. Alex made a show of gagging before covering his mouth.

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Modern Greek mythology fanzine! ✨

Hey! So I’ve been seeing a lot of cool art fanzines with wonderful concepts and fandoms, but I noticed I haven’t seen a modern mythology one yet! And so that brought me to the idea of possibly creating/starting an art and writing zine of younger, modern takes on the Greek gods, i.e. girl gang leader Aphrodite, surfer dude Poseidon, and so on! I can’t draw/write all these ideas myself, nor do I want to when there are so many great writers and artists out there, so it would be an open call for submissions zine!

But I can’t make this happen alone! I’ve never run a zine before, so while I’m more than willing to give this my 120% effort, there are certain things I’m iffy about, such as selling, ordering, formatting, etc. So I’m looking for one or two people to run this project with me, with past experience please! If you’d be interested in participating or buying, please like/reblog! (And if you’re up for possibly helping me run this thing, message me!) I haven’t decided on details yet, but if possible I want to give contributors a copy of their hard work and for the zine proceeds to go to charity with bundles and stickers and charms and all that fun stuff!

So please, if you’re interested, signal boost this! I’m so excited for this and I really hope it happens. ^~^

xo, Ashley (@momokkoi)

EDIT: Just to clarify, I am currently not accepting submissions! There will be open submissions, yes, as well as invited artists, but I gotta do my research first to make this happen! Bear with me :)

While the tech people she worked with were open-minded nerds, senior management was “more traditional,” and Allison felt HR would immediately send her packing if she approached them. That’s why she emailed her co-workers first, “… the people who absolutely depended on me for the survival of this project. I let them know what was happening, that I would be transitioning … and reminded them I was indispensable. And within hours … this was out to 4,000 [people].”

She only met with HR once the cat was fully out of the bag and pissing on their rugs. “They were absolutely incensed … but by the time I got frog-marched into HR it was too late.”

They yelled at her for having the gall to exist, but thanks to a “tug-of-war” between management and the nerds who made their project run, Allison’s job was secure.

It’s worth noting that, at this point, Allison’s support group knew of only one other transgender woman, in the country, who had managed to openly transition.

“She did a sort of similar thing, so we sort of modeled my plan off of her.”

I Was Transgender Before That Word Existed: 7 Dark Realities

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I wouldn’t say that just visibility is important. I would say visibility as the stars of a show is important. That says that our stories matter. We’re not here to do the taxes of the white person, or to be the chipper best friend to the white person. It’s important to see Asians in those leading roles. —Constance Wu

headcanon: i feel like lance is the type of person who can’t sit still. like at the least he’s gotta bounce his leg a mile a minute, or his hands have to fiddle with something, especially when he’s nervous or embarrassed. like when he’s standing he’ll either mess with his hands or tug at the bottom of his jacket or shirt. idk man he’s just a naturally fidgety guy he can’t help it

The Boiler

There was an incident, back in the 50s. Some of the Chemical Engineers had taken on a side project, for extra credit, and they were building a small chemical plant down in an abandoned lot. Mostly a copper and brass thing, with shiny valves and gauges and a custom built heat exchanger, but in the centre was this big iron boiler, five metres tall, that they had salvaged from an abandoned rail yard hidden by the station. It was overkill, way too big for the project’s steam requirements, but they were quite chuffed with finding it in the first place and so they kept it.

Anyway, as they kept working on it things started to go missing. Paperclips, pencils, sheets of paper. Corrections started appearing on their diagrams, so well done that they kept missing that they were just the wrong size, meaning replacing pipes. Sludge started to clog up joints that they swore were clean.

After a while, they’d soldiered on and finished it. It was ready for the test run the next day, but because the boiler was so big they decided to let it heat up slowly overnight, and set up a pressure valve to release any built up pressure.

At five in the morning, an explosion rocked the campus. People opened their curtains to find bits of iron shrapnel embedded in the dirt outside, or their windows cracked. Of course, having lumps of cold iron littering the campus made for a very angry set of gentry. The project group had all run oout across campus, in the early twilight, to get to the lot once they’d heard the explosion.

They weren’t seen for a week.

When they reappeared, they didn’t seem any different, apart from grim expressions. Their professors were about to come down on their heads for letting the accident happen, until the project lead pulled out a very shiny copper pin that should have been in the release valve. Solemnly, he said the ones responsible had been punished. The rest of the group shuddered, and wouldn’t look up from the ground.

Things don’t go missing around the Chemical Engineering department any more.

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  • Fushimi: *scoffing* Boyfriend? I don't want to be Misaki's boyfriend!
  • Kusanagi: *cleaning a glass in the bar* Well, what do you want then?
  • Fushimi: *slumps down and hits head on bar* I don't know. I just want to be with him. All the time. I want to hear about his day and tell him about mine. I want to hold his hand and smell his hair. But I don't want to be his stupid boyfriend. Because Misaki is stupid. And HOMRA is stupid. And you're stupid. And Captain is stupid. You know who else is stupid? Everyone. Everyone is stupid. Stupid Misaki won't even look at me. And another thing-
  • Kusanagi: ...
Nervous In Heels [REQUEST]

I don’t think I’m very good at writing aus but I hope this is ok. I’ve read so many exceptional CEO au stories that I feel this just pales in comparison. Still I gave it a shot. I hope you all like it :D

Jade xo

The chairs outside your boss’s office were extremely uncomfortable like they were designed to keep you unsettled and on the edge. To be sat on one of them was positively frightening. Already your palms were sweating, your heartbeat pounding hard against your chest while your fingers nervously played with the files in your hands. It was never for good reason when you were summoned to the office of Kim Jongdae.

A loud voice emanating from behind the office door made you jump out of your skin. “YOUR FUCK UP COST ME MORE MONEY THAN YOU MAKE IN A YEAR!” the voice roared, your hands shaking like a leaf in your lap. “GET OUT!” There was echoing crash and then moments later, the door swung open and a tall man sprinted out of the room with files overflowing from his arms.

The receptionist got up from her desk opposite you and headed into the office with a dipped head. What followed was perhaps the longest minute of your life. You ran through everything your boss could ask you about the project you were heading up, making sure you had the facts readily on the tip of your tongue. To your knowledge, everything was going well with the project which was why your summoning to his office was even more of a surprise.

“Mr Kim will see you now,” the receptionist said quietly, holding the door open for you.

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