submitting to urges to write them

One Bad Decision

a small fic based off of this prompt submitted to the wonderful @taylor-tut! i had such an urge to write it when i saw it, so here it is. enjoy!

Lance was absolutely trashed.

When his buddy had said the fraternity on the edge of campus was having a little get together and a few beers, he had agreed to join them. What he hadn’t expected was for the frat house to be holding literally the biggest party since he started.

The music was shaking him to his core as the bass pounded and rattled the house, all fragile items having been removed from places where they could fall, as he stumbled through the crowd of people dancing and drinking.

Another shot was shoved towards him, and before he could process it the clear, burning liquid was flowing down his throat and warming his insides. “Hey, dude,” he calls over the music to his friend whom he had come with.

“I’m gon’ get goin’! Got work t'morrow at 10.” His voice came out slurred and barely recognizable to himself before he waved and stumbled out the front door, feet dragging down the stairs. His limbs felt heavy with alcohol.

In the back of his mind his conscience something told him to not drive, that it wasn’t safe, but the drunk devil overpowered that voice. Instead, he grabbed his keys from his pocket.

His vision was blurred and doubling from the sheer amount of alcohol in his bloodstream, hands shaking slightly as he struggles to slide the key into the lock of his shitty car.

After a few attempts the metal finally lined up and he slid it in, unlocking the car and hopping inside. He repeated the struggle once he sat inside the hunk of metal and tried to start it, finally managing to turn the car on after 10 minutes of failing miserably.

Smacking his lips, lids drooping a bit, he pulled out of the crowded driveway and down the busy street, doing his best to avoid the cars that lined the sides as he headed out onto the main road.

Humming gently he flicked on the radio, clicking onto his favorite station to listen to something as he headed back to his dorm. Bobbing his head a bit to the beat, he saw his phone brighten out of the corner of his eye.

Turning to the phone to read whatever message had popped up, he saw that a friend of his was telling him to make sure he got home safe. He merely nodded before turning back to the road– just as he ran the first red light.

Thankfully it was late and there was no one else at the intersection, he told himself quietly as he proceeded on to the next light. This time he slowed to a stop– or rather, slammed down on the brake, and watched other cars zip past.

As soon as his light turned green he sped off, feeling the wheel jerking a bit beneath his hands and causing the car to swerve as they moved along the road.

One second he was coming up to a third light, the next second there was a car in front of him.

Lance all but screamed as he yanked to a hard left and the car skidded across the pavement as he tried to avoid the other person in the intersection, the front of his car smashing into the rear side of theirs.

He saw debris flying as he was sent into the front window due to not wearing his seatbelt, feeling the glass crack beneath his weight before his body was thrown around the interior like a ragdoll while the car skidded again and began to flip rapidly.

He knew he must have been screaming as it happened, as glass dug into his skin and his head thudded against the roof over and over, but he couldn’t hear it. All he could register was the pain, the blood, and the second car incoming as his own finally landed upright.

The moments blurred together as a skid was heard from outside and this new victim slammed into the front of his already wrecked car. He felt his body fly forward while the wheels rolled back, watched himself crash through the broken front window and roll down the hood before landing onto the ground with a thud.

In the back of his mind he heard yells from the people that had gathered, distantly registered the sirens as they called the paramedics, and stared up at the stars in the sky that spun around him like the world was just moving without him.

His vision went red as blood seeped down his forehead, sticky in his hair, and into his eyes. Then everything went black.

Hunk groaned loudly as his movie night was interrupted by the phone, slowly removing himself from the couch where he sat with his housemates Shiro, Pidge, and Keith. He usually also shared it with Lance, but Lance had said something about going out and coming back late.

Quietly he grabbed the phone and paused the movie, much to the dismay of Pidge who had been very into it, and answered the phone. “Hello?… Yes, this is him.”

He felt eyes on him as he listened to the woman on the other end, feeling his stomach both drop and rise to his throat all at once before he slowly hung up and looked at them in horror. The words kept playing in his head, and he couldn’t help but echo them as he whispered out a response to their confused and worried expressions.

“It’s Lance. There’s been an accident.”

Yamashita Tomoko Ohanashi Hon: Interview 1.1: Basically, anything goes.

Yamashita Tomoko, Ohanashi Hon

Interview One: He really exists! The pub owner of dreams! PART 1

Basically, “Anything goes”.

Interviewer: You published your first comic in 2007. How was that year? 

Yamashita: Well, that year I was like, “I guess I’ll give it my all?”. I started to receive regular comic work, so I quit my part-time job.

I: How did you feel when you published your first comic?

Y: It wasn’t a particularly poignant moment. I basically have an “anything goes” attitude. So much so that my editor got mad at me for it! He/she asked me if I had any requests regarding job topics, and when I replied, “anything,” the editor got mad at me, like, “’Anything’?! Again?!”

I: What was it that got you to write BL in the first place?

Y: I guess I ended up writing a story I wanted to read. I started reading BL around middle school, and I felt that that the most common topics in BL, that most people were really hot for, weren’t really my thing. So eventually I stopped reading them.

I: Is that when you first experienced BL?

Y: Yes. There was a period of time during middle school when I wanted to read anything if it was manga. I think that’s when I encountered it as a genre.

I: Is that when you started wanting to become a manga artist?

Y: Not necessarily. Even now, I don’t care what I do for a living, as long as I can survive. But I like making manga.

I: Did you always love drawing?

Y: Yes, always. There were a lot of times during that period where I’d daydream about stories for manga, but I hadn’t yet gotten to a place where I could actually concretely write it down. I started drawing manga properly quite late, actually. Maybe when I was 20 years old? I somehow started teaching myself how to draw it, and even now, I don’t quite know how to draw manga the “proper way”.

I: What was the turning point where you decided to draw manga?

Y: In general, I don’t really have big turning points or epiphanies in my life. What’s more, I don’t usually remember them (laugh). At the time, I think I just decided to start drawing it. When I started drawing it, I was able to properly write it into a manuscript, and I submitted it (trans: to newcomer contests) to test myself. That was the extent of it, and I actually did submit a few works to them. Though, I wasn’t really concerned about BL or other genres when I was creating. I’m not really tied to genres, so at the time, I really just went with whatever urge I had to draw at the time.

I: Was the debut tied to your submissions?

Y: I actually don’t know if that’s the case! Maybe my doujinshi were the reason. Tokyo Manga Publisher saw my doujinshi and graciously contacted me, but… Maybe the story that was included in an anthology— “God’s Name is Night” may have been my debut work. That story happened because an editor saw my website and reached out to me.

I: When did you start your doujinshi career?

Y: Around the same time I started drawing manga.

I: I only remember you doing original works in doujinshi, but were you doing some doujinshi work before that? (trans: doujinshi are usually fan works of an existing show/manga).

Y: No; I started my doujinshi career with original works. I didn’t know what doujinshi were before that, and I didn’t read them. That was just about the time I got internet in the house, so I learned about the existence of doujinshi over the internet, and thought, I could do this myself… Again, there’s definitely no epiphanies or anything this time (laugh). I do have a memory, though, of not knowing anything about making a book or printing or anything like that, so I asked a friend who was knowledgeable about these things to teach me.

I: You were discovered from your manuscripts and doujinshi, and your website; this opened the doors to being a pro. How did you deal with these changes in your circumstances?

Y: I wasn’t really… Sorry, this is just the way I am! I was of course glad that I was thought of highly. I generally thought since I worked so hard, at least one person would think it was good… Whenever my manuscript wouldn’t win an award or some such, I’d just think, I didn’t try hard enough…

I: Since you’ve been a pro this whole time, and you’ve been drawing manga that you love as much as you want, have you felt any changes?

Y: When it was only me drawing the manga, the storyboard only needed to be understood by me, and it didn’t matter if it was just a memo, basically. But since now I have to do it as a job, I drew it properly so that my editor can understand it as well.  I suppose that changed. Especially, my editor at Tokyo Manga Publisher always gave me thorough comments and corrections, it was worth making the proper storyboards. (Turning to the editor, seated next to her): Look, I just said nice things about you.

I: Since there’s no editor for dounjinshi. 

Y: Different from doujinshi, with commercial comic magazines, you don’t know who your readers are. Even if I get letters from readers, it’s not like I can see their faces. There’s definitely some distance there. Writing for an unspecified large number of people scares me, so instead, I aim to have my editor say my stories are interesting. 

I: The existence an editor seems to be a particularly important role for you.

Y: I’m not particularly good at making friends or being close to people, but I consider my communications with my editor inordinately important. I think of my editor as someone I have to trust, and that’s sort of the feeling I have towards him/her. I end up putting distance between myself and others, so with my editor, I try not to do that so much. I’m prepared to go force my way into his/her space, if I need to.

-End of part 1-


I’m in the middle of my BA thesis (I actually have to submit it in less than two weeks, oh dear), and after a fortnight of hardly drawing anything I felt the urge to colour some old doodles from my sketchbook. I scanned them and then printed them onto water colour paper (because I don’t have a light table so tracing is hardly possible). It’s not really recommendable though because the printer makes even the biggest scan resolution all pixelish. I still kinda like them and if you don’t look too closely, it’s okay :’)