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August 9th!! Is the official and hopefully final return date for Morgana and Oz. It will have 110 episodes in total! Thumbnails are mostly done now. I just need to finish drawing the last 5 episodes. Once weekly updates resume there shouldn't be any more breaks. Also working on volume 5 of the physical books with volume 6 being the last.
I can't wait for you to read the ending!! Thank you so much for being with me on this journey 💓
LOOK AT OZ. HE'S SO PRECIOUS! and so is Morgana! Of course!
I originally started following Miyuli for their tutorials especially with how solidly constructed their art is and how they explain that construction! and this comic has so many lovely dynamic angles and posing and a cute story to boot
I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.
For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"
It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"
I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!
But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.
On encouraging reblogs —
I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!
But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.
As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.
So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.
I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.
But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.
The banana bread currently baking in your oven made your kitchen smell absolutely divine.
You couldn’t help but linger around the kitchen, impatiently waiting for your latest creation to cook in the oven. Your mouth was already salivating from the fresh, sweet scent that tickled your nose with each deep breath you took. It was almost taunting you as you idled around your kitchen, eyes glued the oven as you tapped your fingers against the plush skin of your arms, practically counting down the seconds.
You stared at the closed oven door for a long moment, silently gnawing on the dry skin that clung to the corners of your plump lips. This was the first time you had made banana bread. It was a lot more simple than you realised and your favourite part had been mashing the ripe bananas in a bowl before mixing everything together with a large, wooden spoon. You fretted a little while you waited, sending a prayer to the higher heavens that it would come out okay. Your small anxiety started to eat away at your nerves the longer you waited.
Perhaps you could crack open the door and chance a small peek? Just to make sure it was okay and that it was rising properly. Surely, there would be no harm in having just a smidge of a glimpse? You crept toward your oven, raising your hand to reach for the oven door. Before your fingertips could even graze the handle, your cooking partner finally decided to speak up.
“Don’t even think about it” Mydei said with a firm tone. “Leave it alone.”
Your shoulders jumped up to your ears in surprise, a sharp breath whistling through your teeth as you gasped. You immediately snatched your hands back like something had just burned you and you quickly whipped your body around to face the almighty Prince Mydeimos. A pensive frown was etched onto his lips, strong arms folded across his broad chest as he stared fiercely at you. He lost a fraction of that intimidating aura when you were reminded of the frilly pink apron he was wearing over his regular attire, the pink cotton creating a stark contrast against the cold gold of his armour. You had to swallow the smile that wanted to worm its way onto your face. It failed and you didn’t notice that your lips quivered into a wobbly smile as you tried to regain your composure.
“I just wanted to check on it” you said, curling a strand of your hair around your fingertip before tucking it behind the curve of your ear. “Just to make sure it was alright.”
Mydei’s gaze softened a fraction but the stern look etched onto his features did not ease yet. “You’ve done all you can” he replied. “Just trust the process and do not disturb it.”
A small little huff blew out from your nose. You had asked Mydei to help you bake today as a way to spend more time with him, knowing that he liked to cook and bake in his spare time. You hadn’t baked for years and you thought it was a great opportunity to get back into it. You hadn’t realised just how stern Mydei was in the kitchen. He reminded you a little bit of a drill sergeant when he was giving you all the measurements of the ingredients. Still, you really appreciated his help.
You couldn’t help but wring your hands together as you tried to calm your nerves and occupy your thoughts with something else. Mydei noticed the nervous tick and with a small sigh he lowered his arms, clearing his throat as he tipped his head to the side.
“If you want something to do, then come help dry all these dishes.”
You nodded your head along, a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you slowly approached the sink. You had told Mydei to leave it alone and that you would clean up afterwards, but he had insisted that he would clean the dishes for you. You grabbed a spare dry cloth as you stepped up beside Mydei and he took up his previous task of cleaning the dishes.
Minutes continued to tick by and the smell of freshly baked bread became stronger. You swallowed thickly and your stomach was rumbling softly in protest. You couldn’t wait to eat it. Your gaze travelled over to Mydei as you dried a bowl, your eyes slowly wandering up and down his form. A coy smile tugged at your lips as you admired him, silently enjoying how taut the fabric of the apron was pulled over the muscles of his chest and the material clung to his figure, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. It was truly a sight to behold. You playfully bumped your pudgy hip into his side, a soft giggle falling from the plush seam of your lips when Mydei turned his head and shot you a quizzical look.
“You look good in an apron~” you teased with a coy grin.
Mydei’s eyebrows slowly crept up towards his hairline in response. He slowly dragged his gaze over you. You wore the exact same apron he was wearing, pink frills and all. It clung to your curvy figure, the front lightly dusted with sprinkles of flour and a hint of batter. You looked utterly adorable in it with your pudgy waist outlined by the material as the thin string holding it together clung to the curve of your wide hips. A smile tugged at Mydei’s lips.
“You look good too” he replied. “It suits you.”
The sincerity in his voice almost made you choke on the very air you were breathing. You sputtered and stumbled over your words, a hot flush rising to the swell of your round cheeks as your long lashes fluttered wildly over the hot skin. You weren’t expecting such an honest response from him and it took a moment for you to quell the frantic beat of your heart as your stomach bundled up in a flustered knot. You briefly wondered if he had done that on purpose just to fluster you. You playfully bumped your hip into him again. And he playfully pushed back, until you were giggling and batting your hand against his shoulder to get him to stop.
At least you were now completely distracted and nearly forgot all about your banana bread, until the timer finally went off with a loud chime.
You couldn’t help but linger around the kitchen, impatiently waiting for your latest creation to cook in the oven.
you have the time to linger? I'd be on the dishes! Dang you're fast!
“Don’t even think about it” Mydei said with a firm tone. “Leave it alone.”
I AGREE WITH MYDEI! Do NOT check on a cake in the oven, there's a chance the heat will escape and the cake will fall flat. Banana bread is a cake adjacent so-
I was like: nononono and then he spoke up. phew. bless him
I feel like I'm losing the plot. also this reminds me of your banana bread that you made and shared!
He reminded you a little bit of a drill sergeant when he was giving you all the measurements of the ingredients.
Baking is a science. (I need to focus on the story not the baking halp)
so far you've painted a warm kitchen environment and a very nice smell and oh gosh sweets sound nice...
Mydei noticed the nervous tick and with a small sigh he lowered his arms, clearing his throat as he tipped his head to the side.
Considerate. Observant. Wow. Not only that, he provides guidance and solutions. It's so him and kinda hot ngl. Making decisions I can agree with but not bossing us around. 10/10
but he had insisted that he would clean the dishes for you.
I need to find the words to express my appreciation. this is so wow. maybe it's the bare minimum, but if people take the dishes off of me when I'm baking...it's delightful. Nagi just writing Mydei as a very attractive domestic guy...which is exactly what he is. phenomenal.
“You look good too” he replied. “It suits you.”
Must you parry the compliment attack good sir?
this was so cute Nagi. that kitchen smelled amazing. it did.
Don't you sometimes just absolutely hate that you were born in this exact time and place, and in this body? The things that fill our lives feel so meaningless and dull, and the circumstances of our lives make me feel utterly nauseated.
We're like lab rats. We're slaves of our own minds, and most don't even seem to realize how wrong everything is.
We were made to live in communities, not alone in small prisons of our own making.
Don't you sometimes just absolutely hate that you were born in this exact time and place, and in this body? The things that fill our lives feel so meaningless and dull, and the circumstances of our lives make me feel utterly nauseated.
We're like lab rats. We're slaves of our own minds, and most don't even seem to realize how wrong everything is.
We were made to live in communities, not alone in small prisons of our own making.
like I mean this very seriously as writing advice. the character should experience events and make decisions that make them different at the end of the story. they should be changed. they do not have to be improved.
they can get worse. they can make decisions of an increasingly terrible nature. they can stop taking risks on kindness. they can discover how much they can get away with. they can find religion, or abandon it, with negative effects on their moral creed. the character has to develop. the character does not have to grow.
You add so much good just by existing, and penguin wanted to remind you! Thank you for being here. 💕 All the love and support on my last post gave me so much encouragement and hope, and I'm so grateful for the huge positive impact you all have had on me.
Tagging: MY MOOTS! YOU ARE WONDERFUL. I’LL TAKE A BAT TO YOUR NEGATIVE THOUGHTS and you get warm treats and drinks. Or cold ones if that’s your preference!
