#i'm crying. i LOVE THEM VERY MUCH

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[bjorngr]

FINALLY

H: Peter pan, don't go to sleep🌄

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Ughhhhhh thinking about og Cale tonight.... Deruth remarried and, to make his stepfamily comfortable, Cale sacrificed his connection with them. Deruth, by choosing to be happy with a new family, ended up making his son sacrifice his own happiness.

Deruth stayed ignorant, painfully so, of this fact. Cale said that if he can make his father's new family happy, he can make sure his father is happy too. Cale saw that his father couldn't handle the loss of his mother and said that's okay, you can be happy with them. I'll never forget her though. Her loss will remain a scar on my heart and soul for the rest of my time, and I'll always wonder what could have been. If I had gotten the chance to be your son. If she could have remained as your wife.

Fuckkkkkk his heart was too big. Deruth didn't know. He didn't know. It isn't his fault, Cale was too smart, too consistent in his act, too clever. He never stood a chance. Deruth had to deal with the guilt of a wayward son so that he wouldn't deal with the guilt of a sacrificed child. Sacrificed to the maws of relatives and the public eye, to the suspicious glares of strangers and acquaintances alike, the flinching of someone he would never be violent with. He would never be happy but someone would. He ensured it, someone would be happy. He believed they all could be truly happy, even without him.

So where does that leave him? Fragmented from his original self. He pretends to throw bottles and he fakes sneers and will spit insults of vitriol he doesn't think hard about. He drinks and drinks and drinks and it tastes fine but he can't even get drunk. His alcohol tolerance won't let him have even that much mercy. Or should he be thankful, for the chance to perfect the act of a foolhard drunkard, unable to be caught in a lie like a fool would be.

Oh how he makes everything perfect. He does it all perfectly. A calculated, disingenuous act that has him fooling everyone but himself for the sake of his family, the family he will keep happy no matter what.

Then it all goes to hell.

And... oh.

The sacrifice of a boy was useless to keep anyone alive, in the end.

Then he looks at Death. Death says he can make it work, one last time. One last sacrifice. Say goodbye to everyone and everything you know and love, anything that you worked towards for your entire life... and they can all be happy.

Just you.

Just you need to leave.

And the only thing, the only thing he can grasp onto, the last piece of himself left behind that can be brought with him...

His mother.

The last piece of the puzzle. From a family he has to say goodbye to. The one, good connection he has left, of a life where he gave himself until he had nothing. Not even himself. And she won't even remember. Just him, just he has to remember.

How perfect.

[burningcheese-merchant]

Hi merchant, I saw that you were doing awful, and I wanted to tell you that you don’t deserve anything that happens to you. You deserve so much happiness and more. I hope the storm passes soon.

Awww. Thank you. That means a lot to me to hear. It means a lot that you'd go out of your way to say this to me, a stranger. Thank you, truly

I don't really want to talk too much about it because it's extremely painful for me right now but. My dog had a huge medical emergency out of nowhere. We had to rush him to the hospital and he stayed overnight. He's better now, he's home again, but the worry is still there. We don't know what caused it and I'm terrified it'll happen again, and we won't be able to get him help in time. Plus the tests that he needs to do cost several organs haha. Which i will gladly surrender but even so.

Leaving him at the hospital and going to bed wondering if that was the last time I'd ever see him alive is uh. It's not a great feeling. I don't wish it on anyone.

Thank you so much again for your well wishes, friend. Gonna pass them along to my doggy because he needs them a lot more haha

[elvenbeard]

90 fuckin' Years

HHHHHH I went straight to taking screenshots for this the day Kerry's birthday was confrimed on the 7th XD But cause life is chaotic and I have too many projects all at once it took me a while to finish it. But here we are now!! ;__; And I'm so happy with how it turned out and uuugghhh my feels I cry looking at some of these frames.

So like, the thing is, Kerry is obviously super happy with Vince, despite all the hardships and battles and whatnot. But also, he's still battling with depression, even the most harmonic, loving relationship and love can't fix that (even if it makes things easier sometimes). And the way I interpret Kerry from how he's depicted in game, I imagine especially around anniversaries of any sorts he probably always gets a bit more gloomy.

But the same way Vince is physically recovering here, Kerry is beginning to as well I'd like to imagine! pushing away the bad thoughts and being like "yeah, you know what, it's been a turbulent but a good life and I'm glad I'm still around to have this now". And they're both healing together and yeah ;___;

Making his eyes brown was a spontaneous decision, they're just Photoshopped real quick. But with his whole theme of embracing himself more again (and I also don't think the blue eyes were necessarily his first choice, but probably more a nice brand deal the label pushed on him and he was just like "whatever" in his depressed state of mind) I think he would eventually go back to his natural eye color.

Vince's scars are also photoshopped, although I hope one day when I have him as NPV I can make him a 2078 appearance that has them properly on the model uwu I really like how they turned out though, especially the one at the base of his skull!

But yeh ;__; happy belated birthday old man (who would only be 36 now, and just 5 years older than me shhh). To many more bad decisions that lead to good things in the long run!

[tavina-writes]

reflecting a little bit about why people I meet in exchange community keep thinking that I only like male characters and have actively said that they weren't sure about writing about their female blorbos in my direction, I think @westiec's conclusion that this is due to the prevalence of danmei in cdramaland and I have "CDRAMA ENJOYER" tattooed to my cactus forehead so ergo I must only like danmei is possibly correct.

This just categorically makes me sad though because I have...seen exactly (1) danmei in my twenty-five years of being upon this planet earth and do not at the moment, while feeling quite uncharitable about it all, quite feel like observing another.

There was another incident recently when I mentioned that Miao Renfeng from Side Story of the Fox Volant is a soup, and someone chimed in to be like "oh! is he your favorite character???" and when I was like "no?" they were like "oh I'm sure your favorite character is a guy who coughs blood and cries in the bathtub!" and when I was like "no?" again they were quite flummoxed about this.

Unfortunately I think that uh, "my favorite character is actually the girl with chronic illness who has had an incredibly shitty life who still wants to be a good kind person anyway who dies because her evil shishu wanted the dumb stupid poison flower, and she was never sure once in her entire life if anyone would ever choose her as their first priority and if she was ever more than second best even to the man she loved most" is perhaps, not as fun or engaging for other people to yell with me about than the man who is a soup.

It's just so...I have 321 fics currently posted on ao3. I have thousands and thousands of words of exchange letters about my beloved favorite characters.

Would anyone please look at my AO3 category split and tell me why people think I actively dislike female characters. Do I have to start putting FEMALE CHARACTER ENJOYER in my discord nicknames now.

[vaguely-concerned]

one thing I have to keep reremembering every time I'm playing a soulslike/similar kind of difficult game -- and that I wish I could internalize elsewhere in my life as well -- is that you always, always have to suffer through the long dark of an inexplicable failcringe era before you can emerge into a fresh new dawn of competence. faceplanting into humiliating failure in ways you hadn't even conceived of before on a loop can sometimes be the herald of great and wondrous things to come soon. don't be so quick to abandon yourself in the early murk of daybreak because you think you just suck!!!

[ismyteadoneyet]

How fortunate am I to have so many Things to love and be excited about, to appreciate and look forward to?

Things I feel so strongly about that they stumble into my mind, univited, at random times of the day? Things that spill into my speech and vocabulary without me noticing? Things that impact my vision to the point where everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see ghosts of them?

How lucky am I to have so many Things I love and cherish enough for them to reshape my very person, change my beliefs and make me grow? Things that make my own loved ones see the Things out in the wild, and go out of their way to make sure I see them too?

How wonderful is it that I have Things that I love so much that the very act is deemed and dubbed "not normal", making my love for them seem like it's more than they are supposed to recieve? An out-of-the-ordinary and above-the-norm appreciation for the Things that make the people around me shake their heads, call me "silly".

My dear, beloved Things, may I always stay silly for you ❤️

[candycryptids]

I remembered because we were so so smalls we could go into this little house in Urqopacha..... so we did huhuhuhu- there's a Pelu weaving in there !!! Very cool.

Featuring Keathan (They/He/She) ! From @dustedbooksandreadingnooks

[rookamell]

I fear that what was supposed to be a fun little au where Zara and Illario switch places in their arcs has accidentally turned into an exploration of my Rook's catholic guilt and a thesis on magical malpractice and the ethics thereof.

[yujeong]

kpanniversary2024, prompt 4: Tension

"It's not your choice, Macau." The noise Macau makes with his mouth rings like a gunshot in Vegas' ears. His eyes widen as he stares at his brother's flustered face. His nostrils flare. Macau is wearing his anger like an armor made of rusty metal on his skin. He thinks it protects him, keeps him safe, when all it does is reveal all his weak spots to the enemy. Presumed enemy, in this case. Pete is not - could not - be an enemy of his in the first place. Not even when he was the main family's guard dog. He was a fool. In a way, he still is. Vegas is afraid to look at him. He does it, regardless. Saliva is trickling down Pete's forehead, down the path formed by the creases of his furrowed eyebrows, down the curve of his nose, almost but not quite missing his pursed lips. He is standing by the kitchen table completely still, statue-like. His eyes are closed. His body is tense. He looks like he's about to start crying, or screaming, or both. He does neither. He just opens his eyes, slowly, and stares at Macau with an unreadable expression; another kind of armor, equally rusty and ineffective. He doesn't wipe the spit off his face. "Who do you think you are to say that to me?" Macau yells, unperturbed by what he did. Vegas's breath hitches. He has to intervene, somehow. Say something to stop this madness from continuing, salvage any of the last, remaining pieces of his broken family. He has to- "You're not my brother, so stop acting like it!" "Macau!" He's too late. Pete's face crumbles. He lowers his head to hide it, but Vegas can still see it, can still see Pete's bottom lip quivering, his shoulders shaking. He wants to hit himself. It wouldn't solve anything, fuck, it'd make everything worse, but he can't help seeking the familiar sting a slap would provide. A punch, even more so. He gets pulled out of his thoughts by Pete whispering something he doesn't catch. It's an easy guess to make. For a moment, Vegas thinks the bullets that had pierced his torso all those months ago had hurt less. Macau says nothing and runs away to his room.

[the-alan-price-combo]

60 years ago - on November 16th, 1964, the Animals recorded "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"!! 🐾✨️

[thefrogdalorian]

The UCS Lego Razor Crest figure of Din made a fine addition to my collection...

[littlepetbee]

okay you guys ready for this Cancelable post? so my sister started watching 911 a few weeks back and i was like hey what the hell and decided to see what all the buzz was about aaaand. we're 4 seasons in and i gotta get this off my chest: the whole b*ddie thing is genuinely baffling to me. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i support you guys and i'm glad you're having fun but. I See Nothing. this is like st*rek all over again except even st*rek had more going on. I'M SORRY. i realize that i'm only about halfway through the show though so maybe some Developments happen?? idk. i'm willing to be proved wrong and eat my words, but i just need you guys to know that i've actually loved this show so much more than i thought i would and zero of that is because of the best buddies (badum tss)

[pricknim]

이내 빛을 가린 구름이 앞을 가려도 Far away 멀리 Far away 보란 듯이 날아갈 날개를 펼쳐 'Cause you are the reason

Dreamcatcher - Reason