#not so daily journal

[whythewords]

Ebbs and flows (Shot, Reverse Shot)

Sometimes it feels like an entire lifetime has transpired between posts. Thinking about the time that has transpired is bittersweet. On one hand it's like "oh shit, time is really getting away from me" and on the other hand it's like "oh shit, look how far I've come!" And that remains the state of this whole journal thang. Duality. The shitty times and the good. Ebbs and flows. Reading through that last post, I vividly remember the feelings of hopelessness around dating, around feeling stuck.

It's always ebbs and flows, it seems. My outlook is still kinda gloomy. I didn't sleep well at all last night and I was in bed almost all day today feeling like absolute death. It's hard not to contemplate how I would deal with situations like this differently if I had my own space. Or maybe I wouldn't even be in this predicament because I would have a more consistent healthy routine and get the things I want to do done during the day and actually sleep at night. We're in that weird transitional period between seasons where al the winter clothes need to be dug out and summer clothes put away. Three people in a two bedroom place means there's not a lot of room for everything and so a lot our clothes are in storage. Even the minor inconvenience of digging everything out brought on those thoughts of 'what if?' "In my own place I wouldn't have to deal with this shit. It would all just be there in one spot."

I do my best get over these humps and resume some form of mental stability and normalcy. I try to think about positive strides. Work is still just okay, but 'just okay' is a lot better than awful and I have to keep that in mind. I'm starting the process of doing some certification courses, making moves, to hopefully make more money, to hopefully make some LITERAL moves sooner rather than later. Talked to the folks at my bank about saving more over the next little while, started the conversation about mortgage pre-approvals and what it would ACTUALLY take to move out. Baby steps. Wish they weren't so baby, but they're steps. Seems to be a theme doesn't it? "Just okay" is better than "awful." "Baby steps" are better than no steps at all. And a date is better than no date.

That one girl who I told myself not to freak out about when the date didn't happen...the one prospect left after all of the seemingly "great luck" I was having on the apps for a while...the one girl I had been talking to since all the way back in July when I was visiting my friend on the East Coast...the "last remaining light" as it were (if I can invoke a little Audioslave)...the date didn't happen that day but it did eventually happen. And it went well. And I'm seeing her again in a couple of weeks. And she's cool and she's nice and all I can really do is hope it goes well.

I have a bad habit of getting too invested. It happened almost a year ago to the day, with the one other girl from these apps that I seemed to have a decent connection with. It fizzled early, after two dates. All I can really hope for is to make it to three this time. Just let it rock. Don't get my hopes up too high. I suppose I have to remember that if it doesn't work out, there are still so many other things to focus on. And the year is almost over. That part is fucking wild. But it means I made it another year.

There's another trip coming. In a week I'm going to Mexico with a small group and if I'm being honest, for the longest time I was kind of mad at myself I ever let them convince me to go. I was dreading it. A fucking trip to a tropical destination RIGHT as it's starting to get shit cold around here...and my spoiled ass was sulking about it. As it approaches now I'm coming to my senses and getting a bit more excited. It's another break from everything. Another opportunity to reset. Those don't really come as often as I want them so I should count my fucking blessings. AND my folks might take a little trip as well after I get back, meaning yet another nice stint of time where I've got the place to myself, when I can imagine what it'll be like when I'm back out on my own, when I've finally reclaimed the last of that independence I have been so fixated on.

It's ebbs and flows right? Sad, lonely, and sick of the same routine. Hopeful, open, and changing it up. I gotta grasp at those straws as they whizz past me as I fall super fucking fast toward my destination, not realizing the speed in which I'm moving.

There was a bit of an ant problem in my apartment the last few weeks. Got a few traps, seems to have cleared 'em right up. I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere. There's always a solution I guess? Even if the solution is just knowing that a REAL solution will get here eventually.

Ebbs and flows. The flows are good, and demand to be gone with. So I'm going to try to go with the flow.

Until next time.

#life of joe #dating #not so daily journal

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

#my art #southern gothic #been too depressed to create anything but I’ve made this today #the little rhyme has been in my head for a few weeks #spilled ink #I guess do people still use that tag for poetry or am I old lol #I’ve been writing in my journal pretty much daily and sometimes spitting out little poems like this #not much energy for art #so I’m not gonna pressure myself to keep it up #I’m just gonna enjoy the fact that I made this #I hope ur all well <33 #the devil #by the way this isn’t meant to be fan art of Robert Johnson #but it’s inspired by him and the stories of musicians who sell their souls to the devil #I am still thinking very hard and have mostly drafted a cornstalk fiddle comic #god knows how long it’ll stay in a notebook haha #my comic #comics

[queengoose]

little known fact about me: i’ve kept an active reading journal since 2020. it’s cute and fun and colorful and most importantly not for a grade so there’s no pressure and no deadline. i have a bunch of tracking pages and pages about the book club i have with my irl friends.

much more known fact about me: i love gothic literature (yes i was that english major in school) and im going on year three of dracula daily.

so, this year, i made my first dracula daily spread in my reading journal! dates with emails are in red and the blank space on the side of each month is for ongoing junk journal thoughts as we read.

(the logo at the top is thanks to a phone mirror drawing contraption i’m still getting used to using but so far has opened a lot of doors to more complicated designs!)

#this is very unusual for me #an original post? i’m never op #but i know people like dracula daily! #and i’m proud of this spread so everyone please enjoy #dracula daily #bullet journal

[see-arcane]

Jack: Van Helsing and I, the definitely-for sure canniest minds of the team, are keeping a close watch on Mina for signs of too much visible vampiritis. If her teeth get too pointy we'll sadly have to break out the stake and saw maneuver, as his been discussed and demonstrated to the entire group via Lucy and our Dracula plans. Thank goodness Harker is totally oblivious to our suspicions! Isn't that right, Harker?

Jonathan 'Spent Two Months in Vampire Hell, Fresh from Watching All His Allies Swear to Murder His Wife If She Got Too Dracula'd, Has Been Sleeping with Said Wife Every Day/Night, Has Not Let Go of His Giant Fuckoff Knife Since October 3rd' Harker, whetting the kukri until it's an atom wide as he casually takes stock of everyone's throats: No sir :) Haven't even the tiniest inkling :)

Jack: Excellent, you just keep those cold hands steadily sharpening that knife and stay ignorant to our tragic-wise machinations

Jonathan: Will do :)

#Quincey; in his laconic mental journal: 'So Jack and the professor are gonna fucking die if I don't keep an eye on this shit' #I said it last year I'll say it again #Jack would be the first one to die in a horror movie #'Harker would lose his nerve if he knew what we were considering!' #MY GUY HE WAS FUCKING SITTING THERE IN RAGE-GRIEF TEARS WHEN YOU ALL PROMISED TO KILL HER #HE IS IN THE SAME ROOM/BED AS HER 99% OF THE TIME #RENFIELD IS WHEEZE-LAUGHING AT YOU IN THE AFTERLIFE #THIIIIIIIIIIINK! #jack seward #jonathan harker #mina harker #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

[necrolexic0n]

no, i am not sobbing crying throwinf up over ink sans. why would do say that

what do you mean you can see the tear stains on my sketchbook—

(this is only a corner of 2 full pages btw. full of him)

#seriously though. i’ve been crying #i have a 2500+ word journal entry on how much i relate to him. #i think about him daily and still remember the day i laid my eyes on him #every time i see him i get the same fluttering in my chest that makes me oh so so happy #anyways yeah #~lex is texting~ #ink sans #utmv

[vickyvicarious]

If Jonathan has been suffering from brain fever which has apparently symptoms of delirious ramblings and no memory of who you are and where you live, does that mean that he had lost his memory even BEFORE he arrived at the station?

Because Sister Agatha said that he was asking for a ticket at Klausenburg station. But he never said a ticket to WHERE.

They assumed he was English from his manners and language, but he never said he wanted to go to England. "the guard was told by the station-master there that he rushed into the station shouting for a ticket for home." Home to where? Where is home? He evidently couldn't tell, he could just say home.

So did he climb down the walls and run across the Carpathians while actively losing his memory?

Ooh, this is a really interesting possibility. I have always kind of assumed that he didn't experience the worst of his brain fever until he broke down/was in the hospital. Then, a combination of his memories/attempts to talk being disregarded as delirium, and his body breaking down, and PTSD (and also maybe all those religious symbols burning the vampire infection out of his blood) - those were what led him to forget, to dismiss whatever he did remember as just delusions. He knew that he couldn't afford to linger on the memories for multiple reasons (they caused him to panic, they caused others to call him crazy) and just blocked it all out together with actually forgetting. He chose not to seek further because whatever the truth, he didn't want to know. He didn't want to deal with confirming that he had actually gone mad, or opening up the possibility that he hadn't. So he didn't read his diary. He was out and he wanted to move on.

But he already felt like his brain was on fire before he left. What if he was losing memories/coherence as he fled? What if everything else started to disappear, what if he only barely managed to hold on to a couple of concepts that were of the utmost importance to him? So he knows he has to get home. He knows he can't stop until he does so. He knows the way to go roughly (knows to travel West, knows to take a train) but can't explain it, can only wildly call for someone to send him home without being able to give any details on where that is. He knows the urgency but can no longer remember why, just that he is terrified and he cannot stop. (Until he has no choice, until he's forced to do so. And then, once he does stop, he loses himself entirely. The linchpin has been removed; without being able to go home he no longer can move at all, can't say who he wants to find there or where it is. With the urgency forced away he loses even his sense of time. At least for a while.)

And the one other thing he knows, the thing he's spent months doing. He knows he must protect his diary. He travels with it in his coat pocket, where he can reach in and feel it at any moment and reassure himself it's still there. When he's put in the hospital he never tells anyone about it. Maybe he asks Sister Agatha if it is still there, or maybe he can't share even that much, maybe he only asks her to keep his clothes in the room with him where he can see them. He protects it even from himself, he allows no one to read it or to touch it or to ask him about it. He doesn't even remember exactly why anymore, he just knows whatever is inside is terrifying and deadly important. He knows it is secret. He knows it has to be kept safe at all costs. And while he can't bear even to face it himself, even after he has started to recover, he absolutely cannot get rid of it either. And so he gives it to the one person he knows with absolute certainty will never break his trust, who can be allowed to open it at any time because she can be trusted with all of himself and everything he knows or once knew, who will never make him face it again unless he absolutely needs to do so. He gives it to the one person he knows will protect it without question. He gives it to Mina.

#dracula daily #dracula daily spoilers #jonathan harker #jonmina #YES i am deeply emotional over jonathan giving mina the journal again. i never STOP #but honestly this idea is SO painful and i love it #i don't think it contradicts jonathan's later reasoning either necessarily. they could work together #anonymous #replies

[otaku553]

My brother recently got into Demon Slayer so I wanted to make a kny oc for him since I did it before with both me and my sister and never got around to my brother :)

But I started by refreshing my own design because wow?? It’s been 4 years since I first made my kny insert character and a lot of things are now outdated! Not to mention my art has improved a lot, I hope. More details under the cut!

Meet Ebisu Koharu: youngest of the Ebisu family and physically the weakest. They only barely passed Final Selection by hiding for the entire week and surviving off tips from their older siblings. Nonetheless, they still want to contribute, which is why they hold onto a thick, leather bound book that records every demon they’ve ever met in precise detail, with labeled diagrams and scribbled calculations in the margins of different strengths and weaknesses.

After spending a few years on the job, and properly seeing their data contribute to the successes of other demon slayers, they’ve come a bit more into their own as a competent researcher and fighter, though they still do tend to request paired missions with friends and family to act more as a support role rather than a fighter.

The Ebisu family is one of scholars. The eldest daughter Kaoru is a doctor, and the eldest son Shougen is a chemist. By nature, fighting is not necessarily their strong suit, which is why their family breathing style and techniques are all poison-assisted. Of the three, Koharu is the weakest and most averse to combat— they wield a short half-length blade, with more of a smooth ceremonial hilt and sheath than any practical weapon.

#kny oc #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #it’s so much fun seeing my brother be so late to the party for kny lmao #I love him but his takes are kind of shit ngl. #his character will be absolutely hilarious to do as well #because you better believe I’m going to lean far into how much he simps for giyu #looking for names is so much more fun when I can read some kana and am not using google translate #I found out that the combination of me and my sister’s names form kanari which i will not stop thinking about for ages #four years of improvement and four years of character development! Better character design and research skills #it’s a lot of fun thinking more about details when designing now #I.e. brushes are wildly impractical tools for writing on the go so koharu’s main choice of stationery is an imported fountain pen that cost #a decent amount of their savings #and they wanted their records to last longer so they also invested in a proper leather bound journal (also imported) rather than #a normal string bound book like their normal daily journal. this is also why the books open in different directions #in the event that their fountain pen breaks they Will Cry but they will also commit the details to memory and write them in with a bruh #with a brush after the battle ends

[celerydays]

#damn i miss journaling #but my backlog and collection of daily ephemera bits is so massive im afraid to even touch it lol #journal #journaling #fountain pen #stationery #travelers notebook #notebooks #memory keeping #cursive #handwriting #cel journals #celerydays

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #3092 - June 19th

Patreon / Discord Server / Itaku / Bluesky

#They were doing so well and then it's like they hired a new team with learned NONE of the lessons from the previous 3 games #Still angry about it #comic diary #daily comic #comic journal #autobio comics #comics #webcomics #furry #furry art #comic 3092 #june 19 2023 #video games #megaman battle network #megaman battle network 4 #mmbn4 #mmbn #slice of life

[delusioninabox]

Daily #2,521! The four stages of finishing Good Omens season 2.

I was in stage 2 for like a week after it first came out. I made the (mistake?) of recommending it to a friend after the first few episodes and describing it as "a love letter to the fans", which I then later had to amend with: "but with a knife."

#daily #comic strip #good omens #good omens season 2 #fandom #me #go2 #good omens 2 #slice of life #journal comic #the thing about accepted theories is just that they can be so personal

[studentbyday]

my ideal night routine... 🌙

...happens 30 mins to 1 hour before I actually try to sleep, 1 hour to not feel rushed, 30 mins when pressed for time...

Post a tumblr update if there is one - AND THEN LEAVE THE SITE

Write down everything I have to do the next day (or if it's a Sunday, set up bujo for the next week)

Shut down computer (gotta get into the habit of feeling okay with doing this an hour before bedtime 🧘🏻‍♀️) and journal in good lighting bc I'm probably stressed from writing down everything I need to do tomorrow, stressed or annoyed from the day, feeling down for whatever reason - the goal is to end the day on a positive note so I can sleep.

🪥 + floss

Add to journal if I still have more thoughts

Say goodnight to the world

Stretch bc all that sitting during the day makes me stiff

Plug my phone, get away from it, relax, and try to sleep

so if you see me on here after i've posted my tumblr update, you know i've failed 😅

pt. 1 - morning routine

#maybe eventually i'll add read a comforting book somewhere in here bc it helps with feeling good and calm #i really like all creatures great and small so far but haven't had time to read #still got a long way to go to improve time management #night routine #hygge aesthetic #good night #daily routine #sweet dreams #self care routine #journaling #mental health #self care #self improvement #positive thinking #studyblr #stemblr #stem student #stem academia #student life #grwm #morning person #night owl

[whythewords]

Days 267 - 280: What it might be...

Quicker turnaround than many of the last posts (yes I'm mentioning it again) and with perhaps an odd (or possibly perfect) juxtaposition with the sad yet hopeful nature of the end of that last entry.

I'll start by saying things have been pretty good. Aside from an incredibly annoying but relatively infrequent lingering cough, the COVID symptoms seem to be a distant memory. Two negative tests and I was back on campus. It was a busy week, but I got the shit done that I needed to do and then quickly realized today, as the school week has come to a close that we're about to enter week 6. That means I'm just a couple of weeks away from reading week which is not only a nice little break to look forward to, but the halfway point of the semester... My final semester...is almost halfway done. Holy fuck. The coming workload seems daunting but it seems doable and I am inching closer to the finish line that, when I started this journey, seemed barely even visible on the horizon.

It's a good feeling.

You know what's a bad feeling though? The massive, unrelenting headache I got this past Wednesday night.

You know what's ANOTHER GOOD feeling though? Getting a 'like' on one of the dating apps (yes, I went back) from a girl who actually seems kinda cool on her profile and that I actually seem to have (at least at first glance) a mental and physical attraction to. But I've played this game before. And it ain't the first time. Hell, it's one of the reasons I keep suspending the apps off and on in the first place. There's a connection, there's the beginning of a conversation, and then there's nothing. It's played out exactly that way several times since first getting back on the horse after my the separation. Why would this be any different?

Couple this with the fact that it was the very day I had this unrelenting headache. I came home from class gung-ho to get a head start on some labs that were due in a few days, but just collapsed into my bed and begged the universe to let me sleep off whatever demon boa constrictor had wrapped around my brain.

I saw the 'like,' I looked at the profile. The boa constrictor loosened its grip on my brain long enough for me to have some passing thoughts on the situation: "She's cute. She seems cool. Also, I'm dying. This shit seldom works out anyway so I'll respond to her later."

A few minutes go by and I remember that podcasts help put me to sleep sometimes. I grab the phone to load one up. A message. y brain pipes up again: "Shit. Okay. Well it's weird if I confirm the match and then say nothing, so I'll confirm the match tomorrow morn-oh shit never mind I just did it by accident." That fucking demon constrictor strikes again.

I respond. We chat. The conversation goes on much longer than any I've had on the apps since the first time I dove back into them post-separation (but that's not saying much). But the conversation was nice and it distracted me from my headache. She was present and she was funny and was engaged in the conversation, moreso than anyone else I had talked to on these apps in a long time, maybe ever. The conversation went on for a bit over an hour and then drifted to food in our respective locales. I took the opportunity to ask her out next weekend. She said yes.

What the fuck just happened?

Did I actually fall asleep while trying so desperately to get rid of this headache only for my mind to play a sick prank on me? Nope. This is just...a thing that's happening.

I'd gotten back onto the apps around mid-August, not too long after my August 14 entry here where I briefly talked about the idea of going back. At first I just had them there on the phone and didn't really use them, just waited to see if an occasional match would spring up that would catch my eye. It was infrequent. And when it did happen, it wasn't anything I was particularly interested in. As the weeks rolled on I started swiping a bit and trying to throw out the occasional 'like' or message on the apps that allowed such interaction. The results didn't change much. The occasional promising match, the exchange of a handful of messages, then silence.

These last couple weeks I was coming in hot. "I'm gonna try it" I told myself. "I'm gonna use up all the likes, and the swipes and send as many messages as I can and just do one last blitz. If it doesn't work out I'll jump back off the apps, at least until school is over." There were a precious few more matches than before, but the results were pretty much the same. Here I am, not even fully sure I know what I'm looking for or why I'm looking now, and then...Wednesday happens.

It was only two days ago, but we've been chatting a whole bunch since. And I've been in a good mood these last couple of days. But herein lies the caveat (because of course there is one): this COULD be nothing. The biggest mistake I made when I was first doing this online dating thing (several years ago when I was broken up with my eventual ex-wife for the first time) was getting too invested. There were at least a couple of times when I found myself anxious and excited for a date, only for the date to transpire and for the person to conclude that they weren't interested in me, or for me to conclude the same about them.

I have to prepare myself for that. I have to let myself know that this is a trial. I'm trying it out and hoping it works. And it might not. I haven't even met this person yet for god's sake. But the key here is finding a line. Striking a balance. Know what this is Joe. Know that it is fleeting. Know that it is as likely to disappoint as it is to go well. But enjoy it anyway. And I am. I'm enjoying it. I guess that's kinda the point of this shit right? I thought about it earlier today in the sense that if this doesn't work out, at least I'll have had this strange, fleeting high for the couple of weeks leading up to the date. I impressed a stranger. I was charming in some way. I'm capable of being interesting or attractive to someone. I dunno. It feels nice. The feeling might not last. But I guess it's okay to hope it does? I've been in this same situation a few times before and I've hit the same damn adage every time. PREPARE for the worst.

But fucking....just...hope for the best.

Right?

#life of joe #not so daily journal #online dating

[the---hermit]

Current reads, the coolest dinosaur card ever that my friend @fluencylevelfrench got me 💜🌿, and the amazing gelato I got with my mom the other day.

22|06|2023

It's been a little over a week since I finished my exams for this exam season and summer is officially here. I've had ups and downs with resting and getting my energies back, as well as with my anxiety. But I want to do my best to focus on the positives of the past few days. I started going on morning walks with my dad, we talk about books and movies and it's become a great way to start our days. I have been doing a big reread of old Zerocalcare graphic novels I haven't read in years, which is bringing me a lot of laugh and comfort. I also recently started reading some cozy fantasy in the hopes it will help me heal from the burn out of exam season, because I have indeed burned myself out, and now I pay the consequences. The big happy news of the week is that I finally came out to my family, it wasn't planned, it just happened and I am so glad it did. It went very well, and I still feel like itm only happened in a dream. I have been procrastinating having this talk with them out of pure anxiety for years, and I don't know what I was expecting, but everything is normal and okay with the only difference that now I don't have this huge weight on my shoulders anymore. I'll have lots to say to my therapist this month, I guess. I haven't planned yet when I'll get back into studying for the September/November exam season. At the moment I feel like I need rest, and that is my main priority. I will do a bit of planning as soon as I feel I have enought brain power to do so, and in the meantime I am trying to rest and enjoy the small daily things.

📖: The House In The Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune, L'Elenco Telefonico Degli Accolli by Zerocalcare

🎵:Evergreen by PVRIS

#i have mostly been posting book reviews and that will def continue #but i will also post some daily entries like this one #it's weird to have no actual plans atm but i honestly burned myself out so bad i am focusing only on resting #studyblr #studyinspo #uniblr #university #knife gang #life update #student life #bookblr #reading #book cover #journal #journaling #mine #the---hermit

[geologyandstuff]

Titus Canyon, CA, USA

#geology #landscape #I plan to write a travel journal here but we’ve been going to sites and hiking from morning till evening so we’ll see #if I can do it daily or if I have to write it post trip

[immediatebreakfast]

The tension building at Whitby now that the Demeter is near the shore is very delicate, it's the tracks of a train going at a very high speed towards a wall. It's inevitable, and it will have consequences that will impact the narrative. No matter what we want to do, the only thing left is watch.

So Mina, in her controlled melancholy over both Lucy and Jonathan, writes in her journal to document along with process all of her feelings towards all of the events that are happening. However, Mina's stress has been turning up so much that it affects her writing when she is not documenting stuff like the weather, or Mr. Swales' monologues.

We get one single line referring to Lucy:

"Lucy is more excitable than ever, but is otherwise well."

It feels like an assurance to herself rather than a simple mention. Instead of telling, or describing Lucy in a more lovely detail, Mina just tells that she is a little bit more anxious, but well you know? Lucy is well... There is no mention of Lucy's sleepwalking progress, nor if there are any meaningful changes so far. Which, if I can say, for Mina is enough for now.

Mina's dread also has invaded more her worries over Jonathan, more than other days since the weather in Whitby seems to be affecting everyone, and everything.

"If I only knew where to write to or where to go to."

One character trait which is a core trait for Mina is her "do-er" personality. It's a layer that is intricate to all of her actions. Mina is a very active character, she thinks and she acts. She needs to act because Mina searches for the answers to her questions so she can know what to do. This line implied that the only thing stopping Mina from going to Transylvania herself to search for Jonathan is the lack of concrete information about his fate.

Mina is an active character, but she needs information to know how to act, because above all Mina is a very grounded woman who knows what limits her in her actions.

"Here comes old Mr. Swales. He is making straight for me, and I can see, by the way he lifts his hat, that he wants to talk.... I have been quite touched by the change in the poor old man."

Something is affecting Mr. Swales. It seems that Mina expected another story, or a anectode, but the old sailor came with an apology. Mina's control over emotions may have slipped a little bit if he noticed. Then, an incredible speech about the comfort of death is said with the property of someone who knows it well.

All old people are like that, they speak of death in a more "careless" because they have lived well, and since all of their friends (the ones that are still there) are in the same road, they often forget how this may "upset" younger people, people who have still not lived enough like Mina. It is touching to hear Mr. Swales to tell Mina that she doesn’t need to worry about his death because he is not either, and she only needs to remember him as that cynical old sailor who told her so much about ghost stories.

Yet, after Mr. Swales' speech what Mina has left is unrest, no actions, and no answers. Lucy is still sleepwalking, and Jonathan is still on the limbo between life and death. If Whitby's weather warns of something coming, and Mr. Swales speaks of how death is the only thing that awaits all of US in the end...

... then what would become of her, and her Jonathan?

#I just love how Mina writes ok????? #Her writing voice is so good #An it's so sad that she has to repress her own feelings in a journal that is supposed to be private #Yet we have to remember that Mina is also using this journal as practice so it is actually in character for her #To not ''give in'' her feelings #dracula daily #dracula #mina murray #mr swales

[bluecatwriter]

POV: You are the First Mate of the Demeter and you just got rescued from a watery grave by a crab. (It's Jonathan.)

@wheresjonno it's not quite what you asked for but I didn't trust myself to draw both a crab and a person in the same picture. At least Jonathan still has his journal, though!

(I chose to make him a European green crab since those are apparently pretty common off the coast of England.)

[Image description in Alt.]

#personally i think Crab!Jonathan is very cute! #I was gonna add some human details but then I looked into his lil black eyes and I was like naw #so I gave him a journal instead #wheresjonno #jonathan harker #dracula daily #my art #my comics