#this is really bad and short but uh

[annabellelupin]

a short angsty dorlene fic id title if i could come up with one and didn't suck so much at doing so

imma bout to make some of yall cry (hopefully)

tw: blood, character death

As much as she tried, the salty tears wouldn't stop flowing down Dorcas's face. She covered her mouth to stiffle the sound of the sobbing, but the others surrounding her could still hear her pain. The room was silent other than the sound of sniffles and cries. No one dared speak a word, not that the shock would let them.

Crimson blood stained the white carpet beneath her, still sticky and wet. Dorcas couldn't have cared in the slightest in that moment of the red substance now covering her palms and knees. It was much more tame compared to what laid in front of her.

Marlene was still, her deep blue eyes usually so bright and full of life now milky. Just below her collarbone, red blood stained her torn shirt, yet to dry just as the blood carpet beneath her.

'This- this has to be a dream- some nightmare! This isn't happening, this isn't happening-' Dorcas thought to herself. 'It wasn't supposed to end like this.'

The others with her silently agreed to give Dorcas some time alone, and one by one, exited the small home, leaving her time to grieve alone.

Now given some privacy, Dorcas bent over her lover's body in agony. All of Marlene's beautiful features Dorcas loved so much about her all seemed so dull and corrupt. Her soft lips, her blonde hair, her usually bright and blushing cheeks all now had a dreary look to them.

Slowly, Dorcas lowered her face to her Marlene's, and placed a soft, melancholy kiss upon her lips. There was no fire, no passion, no joy behind the kiss, but instead there was regret, disbelief, and most of all, rage and sadness.

To think the two had just been laughing and smiling while planning their perfect little future together a few days before. A future that would now never happen.

Dorcas sat back up and let out a sniffle. As much as it hurt, she gently closed her lover's eyes. She would never see the beautiful, sky blue of those eyes ever again.

As the tears slowed and her vision became a bit more clear, Dorcas noticed that Marlene's right hand was strangely still clenched into a fist. With care, she took the hand into her own and inched open the closed fist.

One sight of what was inside had her uncontrollably sobbing again.

Two matching silver rings were tucked inside of a hastily written note. Each ring had five words etched on their inner side: "Dorky Dorca and Mischief Marls" The nicknames stinged more than they ever had before.

Dorcas examined the rings closely, her recently growing suspicions all but confirmed. Gently, she sat them down on her lap and unfolded the rest of the note they were hidden in.

The sight of the rings wouldn't hurt nearly as much as the words on the paper.

My proposal to Dorca

Is this a proposal? Probably not when I really think about it. Proposals usually refer to when you're asking to marry someone, and well, that's not exaclty what I'm doing here is it? Not that I don't want to, it's just...

Dorcas Meadowes, I love you more than anyone else on this damned Earth. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. I love you more than I could ever put into words! And I know you love me too. You make me feel loved in everything you do. Your words, your smiles, even those little annoyed looks you give me after I've done something stupid. It's not hard to tell you care so much about me.

If I could marry you, I would without any second thoughts or regret. Hell, I'd marry you every single day of each week for the rest of our lives just to prove how much I love you if I could. Unfortunately the world's a fucked up place and we're constantly being told it's wrong for us to love each other. Constantly being told who to love. I promise you if we could, we'd have a little wedding in the forest with all of our friends and close family. I promise you one of us would take the other's last name, or we'd combined our last names to show the world we're together and madly in love. If we could.

I might not be able to offer you some piece of paper saying we're married or a little wedding... or even a name change for that matter, but I can promise I will love you for the rest of my life. I can promise- no I will promise that I will be by yourside during it all, the happy, the sad, the good, and the bad, I will love you through it all. I promise that I will love you to the die that I die.

Dorcas Meadowes, will you spend the rest of our lives with me?

Once finished reading the note, Dorcas quickly noticed that there was something else written on the back of the paper. She fliped it over to find words barely visible, surrounded by drops of blood. The words were messy, clearly quickly written.

Dorcas, I know I said that I wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, but I hadn't realized that that time might be much shorter than I had hoped. Some rat gave away my family's hiding place and Death Eaters are everywhere. My brothers sadly didn't manage to get away. For now, I'm hiding in a closet (ironic isn't it). I'd apparate to safety if I could, but one of the bastards stabbed me, and I really don't have the energy to (nor do I currently have the strength to fight). Dorca, if I don't make it out of this one, just know that I meant it when I said I'd love you until the day I died- no, until the moment I die. Even at death, I will always love you.

Nothing could have prepared her for that.

The tears were coming as quick as they had when Dorcas first saw Marlene lying lifeless on the floor. There are no words strong enough to even begin to express how she felt in that moment.

Dorcas was only certain of one thing now:

She'd make the people that did this to her beloved Marlene pay for their actions, as well as that damned Voldemort. No one, no one whatsoever, was going to do such a thing to her Marls and get away with it. And she would gladly die trying. The thought of her own death honeslty sounded like a blessing to her right about now.

Dorcas had only one thing on her mind: revenge.

And the only decipherable emotions she had were sadness, angry, and regret.

No one was about to stop her.

[velvetwyrme]

aHhh okay so the discussions of Titan!Megatron on @callsign-relic's blog have fully. FULLY taken over my brain and ive been drawing stuff for it for like the last few days nonstop

the tl;dr of this is AU is pretty much "what if Megatron got turned into a titan/cityformer as a form of penance/imprisonment and now roams the empty wasteland of Cybertron forever" plus "IDW Megatron has really fucked up internals so... what if that, but as a City?"

and of course since he's a Titan, that also means he has a cityspeaker... or three. One per sub-AU thing. Theres 3 options. 3 flavours of AU.

i have so much art to make. but in the meantime, for more info! check out the #titan au tag on Relic's blog :]!! (also uhh potential ns//fw warning for the link shfjbdkd)

Hi. My battery is running out once again so design and art notes get chucked here instead of an image.

The cuffs and collar are hardwired into Megatron, so I made the lights the same colour as his biolights!

I imagine that on the tops of his shoulders there are solar panels, even if you can't see them here lol.

I really wanted to keep the swirly bits on Megatron's chest from IDW

Other art notes:

The second picture with the seekers is (loosely) inspired by a discussion about whether or not Megatron gets visitors or not. I thought about who would visit him and well... I think this is as close as Starscream realistically gets to visiting him.

Extra detail about that piece is that Thundercracker and Skywarp are keeping watch from above! Also drawing Megatron took me like 8 hours because I was struggling with his legs really badly kshffkbfkdsbdk,, the background went much faster, funnily enough.

Optimus specifically isn't wearing his Autobot badge any more.

This isn't relevant in this series of images, but Ultra Magnus's eye markings are only on the Magnus armour. His other two forms do not have them :] (... until he begins to discard the armour, that is.)

Megatron is roughly 3200m/2 miles tall. Technically he could have clouds around his knees, but I thought this looked a little bit cooler lol.

Also, height chart! Him big. I didn't even attempt to put a human for scale because that'd be. near impossible with this scale.

[buwheal]

OH!!!!! HAVE YOU CHECKED THE CYBER CAFÉ DUMPSTER by any chance? there HAS to be some leftover cake there!!!! i heard there was an event recently!!

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt is also a most real depiction of good quality fatherhood and great girldad representation because EVEN THOUGH witchers don’t even experience aging at the same rate as non-GMO humans, EVEN THOUGH it would be “biologically impossible,”

geralt having had been raising a pre-teen girl for maybe a few months to a year already “gave the impression of having aged,” his “face slashed by wrinkles.” the emotional toll on this man from raising she-devil ciri

and this is only the very beginning of the saga. BEFORE everything goes to shit. the wrinkles have set in

[mothwingwritings]

sorry if this is weird but I just found out Baki is only 5’6” and now I’m obsessed with the idea of Baki having a s/o who’s like way taller than him and it’s so funny to me because even if their a fighter Baki can still easily destroy them but at the same time they have to bend down to look him in the eye and could probably pick him up bridal style x3 x3

types this in 5’11”

^Big this energy.

I honestly love how much of a lil big guy Baki is. He's so compact and cute yet also some how the size of a refrigerator. And I ADORE size difference couples (even when the difference isn't that much loool).

I think that Baki would find the height difference a mix of humorous, obnoxious, and sexy. He may find it annoying when you rest your arm on top of his head to catch your breath, but it is hilarious when he can duck into small places you have to hunch and crawl around in, lest you suffer a bruised head. It urks him when you call him pipsqueak or shorty, but he gets to laugh his ass off when you get a taste of your own medicine as he retorts with a casual 'Goliath' when addressing you. The grumpy expressions you make are always the most satisfying. >:)

Though he wont lie that when he gets you all worked up and you are staring down at him with smoldering, hazy eyes, the moment thick with anticipation as you tower slightly above him moments before some true passion is about to unfold... He lives for it. Nothing makes him hotter than you enveloping him in your love. <3 Kabedon the shit outta this man. (¬‿¬)

...Just be mindful that every ounce of teasing you give him about the height difference he gives back to you ten fold, and he's not above strong arming you to remind you who the true big guy is. ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)

[syxnewt]

okay this is my valorant oc her name is accord and she is a menace to society :3

i tried something new with the shading here so i hope it looks good

[setewbro]

Recovery comic 6

This is honestly a surprise. When I started my journal it had a purely organizational purpose and I thought writing about my day would be a bit silly and feel forced. But now writing feels like a escape and I even try to write less so I don't "waste" too many pages.

It helps to organize my thoughts and I also like to reread and see how much progress I've made or notice patterns. It's definitely not a cure for anxiety but it helps a bit.

[lovinglin]

Always felt hesitant to make Diona an adopted daughter to Lynn bc I was afraid it wouldn't make sense, but after some brainstorming and thinking- screw canon at this point honestly

She is indeed Lynn's adopted daughter and nobody can stop me <3

[lemm-moxx]

Doubting if i should still do a d.t.i.y.s, it may be easier to just do one at 500

[nights-flying-fox]

finding your stellar association

Moving Group, also called a Stellar Association.

A loose grouping of stars which travel together through space.

On their first trip to Earth, the brothers find a lost part of their family.

✨️ Click here to read on AO3 ♡

🌙 Celestial AU by @ashwii

☄️ 2,916 words || rottmnt au

☀️ based on/inspired by this ask

 "I don't think this is working." Raph whispered.

 "You kidding? This is working just fine!" Leo replied.

 "I'm pretty sure people noticed something's off." Raph said, glancing around.

 "Relaaaax big guy, just enjoy our trip in the city that never sleeps." Leo said in a laid back manner.

 Raph sighed but said nothing more as Leo stepped forward, taking the lead and turning to face his brothers as he walked backward. "Raph, please, if someone had suspected anything, we wouldn't be walking around freely like that." He pointed out. "Also even if they did, we'd still be fine. We're immortal!"

 "Somewhat immortal." Donnie corrected him without looking away from the scenery around them. The skyscrapers and the giant screens with bright lights had magnified Donnie. They never had the chance to see them like this from their home. Though Leo understood his enthusiasm and shared it a bit, he was still bitter seeing the light pollution.

 "It's almost the same thing." Leo shrugged. "What matters right now is our perfect surprise to April."

 "We'll blow her mind!" Mikey exclaimed as he jumped by Leo's side. He wrapped one arm around Leo's shoulders and began walking backward as well.

 "Definitely, her expression will be priceless." Leo grinned.

 Raph swiftly scooped them up, holding them from their shells with ease, while being careful to not rip their clothes. He didn't want to lose time by going through another search for clothes that would fit and hide their... well, whole situation. "Will you two stop walking so carelessly? You'll trip and fall into a sewer or something." He scolded them. "This isn't space, this is New York."

 "Thanks for the reminder, Raph."

 He glared at Leo, knowing well he could see Raph's expression even though shadows covered his face thanks to his hoodie. Without thinking twice, he dropped Leo and kept walking with Mikey in his left hand.

 While Leo yelped, Mikey cheered, "Free ride!"

 Donnie ignored his twin as he kept walking, other than snorting at his fall. "Raph, are you sure we're on the right track?" Then he asked, eyes still glued to everything around them.

 "Yeah, I have seen her walking to her apartment. More than once." The eldest replied, thinking of the days he'd try to make his friend's tiring days better with the perfect sunny weather.

 "I know, and I saw her walking to her apartment too during some nights-"

 "Don't underestimate yourself, Dee. We all know it's not just nights but days too, as our dear insomniac brother." His twin cut him with a smirk.

 "Shut up, Leo." Donnie glared at him. "You are as guilty as I am. Anyways, what I was saying is that seeing the planet like this" -he gestured at himself to emphasize his point- "is much different than the way we watched this planet from up there."

 "I know, but trust me we're not lost." Raph said.

 "I trust you, Raph, but I was thinking maybe using public transport for our favors wouldn't be bad." Donnie offered.

 Ah, so this is what he actually wants, Raph thought. "We're not using the subway."

 "But Raph-"

 "We can explore human things later." Raph stated. "Our priority is finding April. Then we can do whatever we want."

 Donnie huffed but didn't say anything else. He had gotten distracted by something else once again quickly. Raph kept an eye on him, just like how he kept an eye on Leo and Mikey too. This was their first time on Earth's surface, so it was better to be careful. Something his brothers were not good at doing. He constantly had to be sure that Donnie didn't steal something that caught his attention, Mikey didn't accidentally trip and fall, and Leo-

 Raph gave a startled yelp with the sudden weight on his shell. He turned quickly, only to see Leo. "What in the name of Venus are you doing on my back?"

 "Simple, I wanted a free ride too." Leo answered as if it was the most normal thing ever. "No fire shell means possibly perfect traveling spot."

 "Is it comfortable?" Mikey asked.

 "Yep." Leo answered.

 "I bid for the next shell ride." Mikey announced.

 Raph rolled his eyes. Leo's weight was barely noticeable now. He kinda liked it, even. It wasn't like he could hold his brothers close before, and just like Leo mentioned, his shell wasn't on fire, and he wasn't ablaze like in his actual form-

 His eyes grew with realization.

 Raph, the celestial being and protector of the Sun, could hug his brothers with no issue like this.

 And his first victim was Donnie. He pulled Donnie into a hug with his free arm, causing his brother to yelp with confusion. He also pulled Mikey into a proper hug. The two brothers looked at him confusedly, while Raph smiled widely. Leo had a knowing smile on his face and wrapped his arms around his big brother's neck.

 "What's happening?" Donnie asked, trapped in Raph's arms.

 "That's called hugging, Donnie." Leo informed helpfully.

 "I know that, I don't understand why now we're hugging."

 "Because this hug is different." Raph said happily. "No eclipse, no melting, no burning."

 Donnie and Mikey's faces lightened up with realization.

 Mikey immediately wrapped his arms around Raph's arm, "You're a genius!" he exclaimed. Donnie gave an offended gasp, and Leo laughed with joy. He wasn't sure if the happiness was simply because he enjoyed his brothers' antics or because of Raph's infectious (literally, considering how Leo could feel his emotions sometimes) joy.

 They had forgotten they were standing on the pavement until someone bumped at them. To be fair they were taking the back streets to be sure no one noticed them, hiding in the shadows. And yet, Raph looked down only to be met with a really short person.

 "Oh, pardon me." Raph apologized, stepping back. He didn't notice the trash bins behind him, which he (and his brothers) fell into.

 The stranger only could watch as the boys immediately squirmed out of the trash pile. Leo's face was in disgust, Donnie looked like he was going to throw up, and Mikey casually shook all the trash off him. Raph groaned at the smell, "April will not like this surprise." 

 They all seemed to have forgotten about their disguise and about the stranger until they heard a weak whisper:

 "My sons?.."

 The brothers, with a mix of panic and confusion, suddenly remembered the stranger. After a second of silence, "Excuse me, what?" Leo asked.

 "How... what..?" The man whispered again, looking as confused as they were.

 "Sir, I think you're mixing us up with someone else." Raph said, trying to stay calm.

 "Definitely, with some other teenagers with greenish skin-" Donnie started but couldn't finish when Leo elbowed and glared at him. "-which is certainly because of all of this trash. Definitely." Donnie quickly added, trying to save the situation. 

 "You're turtles." The stranger stated.

 "See, you ruined everything." Leo glared at Donnie. 

 "It's you who doesn't have his hoodie anymore." The twin with the purple moon-themed hoodie retorted.

 Leo gasped and looked at himself, realizing that Donnie was right.

 Mikey giggled while Raph tried hard to not push them back to the trash bin.

 "You..." The small man's whispers turned to soft sobs, gaining their attention again.

 Now, they may be celestial beings in disguise of mortals (kind of) with great power, but when it came to comforting a stranger, the only thing the boys could do was stare at him or look at each other in hopes someone knew what exactly to do.

 In short, they didn't know what to do. 

 Mikey walked towards the man, putting a hand on his shoulder, "There, there..." he said comfortingly. Then turned to his brothers in a scolding manner, "I can't believe you guys made an old man cry!"

 "O-old man?!" The stranger stuttered in an offended way, turning his head to face Mikey.

 That was when Mikey saw that the man was not exactly a man, but a rat... rat-man? He gasped, "OMIGOSH ARE YOU LIKE US?"

 "What do you mean like- IS HE A RAT?" Raph said, maybe a little too loudly, once he joined Mikey's side.

 Both were hit in the face with the rat-man's tail. "You boys need a lesson on manners." He scolded as he wiped his tears. Then he smiled softly, looking at each of them one by one, "But I think it is right to say I am like you. Sort of."

 "What, no, how? We never heard of another celestial being. We've been around for years! There is no way I or Leo or any of us could miss out on someone else out there." Donnie circled the man, no more uncomfortable around him. Instead, his eyes shined with interest toward the new information and person.

 "Celestial beings? Oh, no, boys. You are wrong." The stranger shook his head with a sheepish smile.

 "Then what are you?" Donnie asked.

 "A mutant."

 "What's a mutant?" Mikey asked this time.

 "Me, and you?"

 "No, we're not mutants. We'd know if we were mutants." Leo said, getting more and more confused by the passing seconds.

 "Then what are you?" The rat-man asked, raising a brow.

 "Uh, celestial beings. Protectors of space stuff." Leo answered. "You know... stars, moon, sun, comets..."

 The stranger looked at them as if they had grown another head. He looked confused, then like he was grieving, and then strangely relieved. Finally, he sighed. "We can talk about it later. Now, I believe I never introduced myself. I am Splinter."

 Raph shook his hand. "I am Raph, this is Mikey," -Mikey waved- "Leo," -Leo smiled- "and Donnie." -Donnie nodded.

 "Nice to meet you, boys." Splinter smiled. Something told Leo that smile hid more emotions. 

 "Since we have met, may you explain why you called us your sons now?" Donnie interrupted.

 All the eyes turned to Splinter, awaiting an answer. He was clearly hurt, but also there was a small piece of joy sparkling in his eyes. "Of course, but it would be better if we talked about it somewhere else." He looked around him. Right, they were still standing on the pavement. "Somewhere safer would be much better."

 For some reason, Raph trusted him. Something about the way he looked at them, the way he talked... it was comforting. Almost familiar. Almost. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I know somewhere we could talk." He said. "A friend... I bet she wouldn't mind."

☆☆☆

 "You brought a stranger?!" April whisper-yelled.

 "I wouldn't call him a stranger." Leo said, looking back at the living room his brothers and Splinter were chilling in.

 "Leo, you literally met the guy half an hour ago!"

 He turned his attention back to her, "Look. I know it sounds weird, but I feel like I know this guy."

 She huffed, leaning on the kitchen counter. "It does sound weird, Leonardo."

 Eugh boy, she's using full names.

 "Maybe he is just a guy you saw while watching Earth on a nice night."

 "No, April, this is different." Leo insistent. "Way too different."

 April looked towards the living room, "I can't believe you manage to come for a visit with a 'trick' you figured out and on your first trip you end up befriending a stranger who calls you his sons and bring him into my apartment ." She looked back at him tiredly. "Have you ever heard of 'stranger danger' by any chance?"

 "Aww, come on April. You're happy that we are here, aren't you? So what if we got company, it's fine." He pulled her into a side hug. "If he does anything bad, we can handle it."

 "If he does anything bad, I am throwing you all out of my window." She stated.

 "Isn't it a bit brutal?"

 "With my bat." She added.

 "Gee, okay, okay." Leo moved away with his hands up. "You win. Now, can we listen to his tale?"

 April sighed, "Alright. Let's hear what rat-man has to say."

 Leo beamed with a wide grin.

 "And you better take a bath, you all stink!" She gagged as they walked towards the living room.

 "Priorities, April. Priorities." Leo sang.

 She rolled her eyes.

 In the living room, Splinter was sipping from the tea April had offered him. A stranger he may be, he still was her guest. Meanwhile, the boys had sat on the couch, facing Splinter, who sat on the chair. There was an awkward quiet in the room, but Leo wouldn't call it an uncomfortable one. 

 "Alright, we all are here and ready." Leo announced, sitting on the couch's arm. April leaned against the wall, standing next to him. "You can start your tale." 

 Splinter took a breath. Then he began talking. He talked about the years he fought as a movie star and then as a Battle Nexus champion (whatever that meant, the boys didn't know). He told them how a yokai- 

 "What's a yokai?" Mikey interrupted, gaining a shush! from the others. Yet Splinter explained to them that the yokai were people who looked similar to them since birth.

 Then he continued to explain that a yokai named Draxum caused the whole mess. "He wanted to mutate… mutate four turtles." Splinter said, words as if they hurt him physically, grimaced. It wasn't hard to guess this memory was painful for him. "You." He gestured at them. "He believed with my DNA, you'd be the perfect warriors. For what, I do not know exactly. I disagreed and fought against him. Things… got out of control pretty fast." He looked down at his hands. There was a moment of silence. None of the boys or April talked, giving him the time to gain the strength to continue. 

 Finally, Splinter talked again, "I ended up like this. A mutant." 

 "And the turtles?" Mikey asked.

 "They… they didn't make it out… alive." Splinter shut his teary eyes tightly. Then he opened them to look at the celestials with a new emotion. "At least, I thought so until tonight."

 "But how can we be them?" Donnie questioned. "It doesn't make sense."

 "I'd recognize you no matter what. I don't know how, but you're them. Even your names, they're the same." Splinter's voice was excited, and he smiled widely. "Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo. The names of the four Renaissance painters."

 "You're telling me you named mutated turtles after Renaissance painters?" Leo asked with a smile.

 "Yes, for reasons. But that's unimportant. What is important is, do you know how you got your names?" Splinter leaned towards the boys with determined eyes. He knew he could prove the truth. He had to.

 Leo opened his mouth and then closed it. Noticing he had no answer, he turned to Raph. He was the oldest of them, he'd know this, right? But Raph looked as lost as he was. 

 "I never thought how we always knew our names actually." Raph revealed. "I just knew mine and yours my whole life." 

 "See? And I believe you have some knowledge of fighting, correct?" Splinter asked. 

 April answered instead of them this time, "Surprisingly, they know some fighting moves." Then she turned to them. "You never explained where you learned them or how you ended up with your weapons."

 Raph looked lost once again. "Fighting is more of an instincts thing." He admitted. 

 "But our weapons are inspired by our observation of humans." Mikey chimed in.

 "What even this has to do with all of this?" Donnie turned to Splinter. 

 "Draxum created you using my DNA so he could have the perfect fighters." Splinter explained. "The perfect warriors." He repeated.

 "And you're a fighter, right." Donnie was putting the pieces together, still unbelievingly.

 "See? How else would I know all of that?" Splinter laughed, even though his boys looked uncertain. 

 Until Mikey's face lit up with realization as if he remembered something he had forgotten, a memory buried deep down. Something from a long time ago. "You are the one that wished for a chance for his lost sons." He gasped. Everyone turned to look at him. "Please, give them another chance in life. Let their souls live the life they deserved, and..."

 "... wherever they are, let them be happy." Splinter finished with tears in his eyes once again. "Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo, Michelangelo, my sons." 

 The gap between the silence and loud exclamations was no longer than a millisecond. 

 Mikey ran and hugged Splinter, holding him tightly. Raph was laughing while Donnie smiled and teared up, and Leo was speaking about how he couldn't believe all of this. 

 "First we get a sister," He gestured to April, who in return smiled at him with equal excitement, "and now a dad! What are the chances of this?" 

 "Life's full of surprises." April sang. 

 Leo grinned at her. "It sure is." 

 He suddenly got pulled into the hug with April by none other than the eldest turtle. Donnie was already a part of it, and Leo could see how he seemed to like it. 

 And while none of them said, the boys felt something missing in their lives being filled. They knew the hug was right. Being together with Splinter- their dad!- and April was right. This was right. They knew it.

 That night the stars glowed brighter, and so did the moon. There was an unexpected comet passing by Earth. The next morning the sun had never been this bright and warm, yet not tiringly hot. It was like everything was right. Everything was perfect.

[inflammatoryfandomblog]

a more common and common occurrence these days is me picking up a book or a show or something and thinking, "this is writing straight out of a video game." lo and behold, the writer(s) have a history of writing for video games.

a decade ago people would point out that writing for more traditional story formats doesn't work for video games. but the opposite is also true.

[seaofreverie]

So busy with Sparkstember that I almost forgot that I go back to school on tuesday

[byanyan]

ㅤborn on june 30th at 3:40 am to eunji byun, a woman who never had any intention of raising a child, byan was taken home by their adoptive parents, hye-jin yoon and dae-seong lee, a couple who had never been able to have a child of their own and had eagerly awaited their arrival. given the name yeong-hwan lee, they were treated exactly as if they were the couple's biological son and learned to refer to the two as eomma and appa (mom and dad).

this was the only period in their life where byan had a very "normal" childhood. and it was good! they were a happy, outgoing kid from the start, always curious and full of energy. they felt loved. they were loved. they don't remember it, but they were even taken to korea to meet their parents' extended family when they were two.

things were good, and it seemed like they were only going to get better when hye-jin unexpectedly discovered that she was pregnant.

byan's sister, hwa-young, was born on september 9th, when they were four years old. given her name because hye-jin was fond of the idea of her children having similar names, even byan was excited by this, and by the concept of having a baby sister. things remained exciting for the first few weeks, but as time passed and the newness of having a baby in the house began to wear off, things started to get... complicated. neither parent had particularly high paying jobs, and hye-jin couldn't afford to take much of a maternity leave. she worked from home, but between work, household chores, and hwa-young, neither she nor dae-seong had much time left over for byan, let alone for themselves. needless to say, it was a stressful time, and with money and energy running thin, byan beginning to act out a couple months in due to a lack in the attention they were used to having didn't exactly help matters.

only a few months before their fifth birthday, byan was placed into the care of a foster family. it wasn't an easy decision for either of their parents to make, but they had never planned for two children and no longer believed that they could properly support or give them both the life they deserved. the decision was made thinking that it would give byan the opportunity for something better, and that if things ever turned around for the family, they could eventually be brought back.

ㅤ—of course, that never happened.

contact was kept for a while, but when it seemed to only make things harder on byan, and subsequently harder on all of them, the decision to cut contact completely and all at once was made. the thought process was that if byan stopped waiting and hoping for the day that they'd get to come home, maybe they would eventually allow themself to settle with another family. at least they were probably young enough that they wouldn't remember all that much from their first four years, right? surely they would move on, and eventually be happier for it.

the last thing byan remembers hearing from eomma and appa didn't even come directly from them. it came through their foster mother, who tried to make it sound exciting that their last name had been changed from lee to byun.

[makeitlookdecent]

aaaand this is the mural because im proud

[skitskatdacat63]

Lmfao my mom was getting on me abt not having enough to do this upcoming semester so I decided ah okay I'll add another class. And that's perfectly fine. But the one I picked results in the majority of my schedule being generally unaffected and still lax, but my Thursday being absolutely fucked.

For reference, on every other day I'd spend like less than four hours in class/commuting(anywhere from zero hours to almost four), but Thursday, its almost 9 hours combined 😭 which is like fine with me, but I think ill despise thursdays after this, AND MY BIRTHDAY IS ON A THURSDAY :(

[roguemonsterfucker]

*sigh*

there are times where I wish I could grab youtuber commenter's by the labels and shake them.