#SAD character

[eyeinthemirror]

You’re Odysseus, of course you have divinely-induced trauma and epithets.

[anretoga]

Relationship are such that if one person changes the relationship changes

But things are stronger when they were broken

[ms-tillus]

NGL the bond between Kendal and Alinua is seriously the most wholesome thing ever. (I only ship it a little. Okay, a lot, but if they stay friends thats still awesome too.) @comicaurora

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Ranja from Dragens Øye, who has social anxiety, chronic pain, an unspecified chronic illness, and scarring on her chest

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a woman in the woods, she has pointy elf like ears. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She has a scar on the left side of her chest. She is wearing a white tank top and black undershirt. She has a medium dark skin tone.]

[moonmerkee]

[home-for-artists]

Step-parents.

Can we talk about step-parents?

Moreover, I want to write about them. And read about them.

Write about good step-parents, nice, awesome step-parents that absolutely can't be hated. And to top it off, they are so very stubborn. They don't give up. Show their willingness and eagerness to take the child and adopt them, love the child like their own, and care for them.

But the child is reluctant to accept them because the child has always seen their mum and dad together and don't want to accept anyone else.

They take this frustration out in the form of hatred. Rude behaviour. Glares. Scowls. And they don't just feel overwhelmed with this new development in their lives, they feel just—upset, you know—because their mum or dad—whoever is present, is not focusing to them so much now.

It's breaking their heart, and inside themselves they grow a bitter resentment.

But leaving that aside, write about step-parents. And step-children.

Write about imperfect, changing families. Write about growing up and growing apart, write about the uncertainties, the trust issues.

Write about families who were broken, and then were glued back together by the adults in hopes of finding fulfilment again, to fill the dull ache in their chests.

Write about the child still meeting their biological parents whom the don't live with anymore.

Write about awkward conversations, teary hellos and teary goodbyes.

But also write about letting go.

[alphadarkboy21]

[lainisnotplain]

Larry is one of the saddest cartoon characters

I would just like to say Larry from The Amazing World Of Gumball is one of the saddest characters in cartoon history. He has more jobs than BARBIE because the Waterson's ALWAYS break stuff in the shops he is working at and HE has to PAY for THEIR damages with His own money which he doesn't have enough of because of that so he has to get MORE jobs and don't forget he work 24/7 HE'S LITERALLY NOT ALLOWED TO SLEEP and DON'T forget when Gumball and Darwin Broke his car and made his girlfriend BREAKUP with him from ruining his date.

[daystar-by-jacqui-natla]

2. THE LONE WOLF

INSIDE WAS A HIDDEN PASSAGEWAY WITH GRANITE WALLS STILL INTACT yet cracked. The light automatically switched on as I closed the door behind me. My feet ambled on the granite floor, heading for the theatre room. It felt like I was walking through a tunnel and trying to reach the end; it felt endless.

Then I stopped at a scarlet door with the word THEATRE branded on a gold plaque. I dreaded seeing Leah in there. I didn't know what to expect. I remembered the first time she arrived here. She wasn't her happy self but she wasn't sad either; at least she got a place to stay, she told us. She was like an abandoned puppy we were taking home and looking after her.

Her mother, Sue, did tell Charlie that Leah will be travelling the world for the new year. This was partly true, in a way.

I took a breath in and opened the door slowly. I was welcomed by the grey-painted wall with bright white lights attached to them and the small steps to my right. There were two rows of large sofas — front and back— in dark grey with beige cushions on six of them each. I spotted Leah in the front row in the centre, looking up at the widescreen across the wall. She was watching wolves on the big screen.

Man. That must've hurt her a lot.

I went into the theatre room and closed the door. Her black shoulder-length hair — tied in a bun — spun and Leah looked at me with her puffed brown eyes. A sad sigh escaped her mouth, probably expecting Ethan, and looked back at the screen.

I walked down the small steps and saw her full body. She wore a pale green hoodie with denim shorts and was barefooted. Her russet face looked more tired than she was when she first arrived. There were dark shadows under her eyes, appearing more shallow. Her cheeks were broader and her lips were dried up. Her legs were crossed over with scratches on her thighs.

I shook my head.

"Hey, Leah," I spoke as softly as I could.

"Hey, Violet," Leah replied, depressed.

I sat on the sofa next to her and we watched the screen in silence. The wolves on the screen howled in the daylight, in the forest. They ran across the forest grounds with great speed, their paws thumping on the fallen leaves and branches.

"Did Ethan send you here?" Leah then asked me.

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "Dad told me you were in here."

She looked at me, surprised. "You called Gabriel 'Dad'?"

"Yep."

"I wish my dad is here," she sighed and looked back at the screen. "I wonder what would his reaction be if he found out about my imprinting."

"Well, I'm sure he would be okay with it," I said as carefully as I could, trying to make her feel better. Then, I remembered her ex-communication. When they scarred her tattoo. When they took away her rank. When they branded her as a lone wolf. "Hey, Leah?"

She turned her head to me.

"What does it mean? To be a lone wolf?"

Her eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together and the look in her eyes was desolate. The corners of her mouth were drawn downwards as the bitterness in her face faded to weary sadness.

"It's like..." the words strangled in her throat; she swallowed her saliva. "So you know there's a wolf pack. You got Alphas, Betas and Thirds. They're leader ranks and the other wolves are members. They have certain rules within the pack and council we have to obey. If they break one of the rules, and I mean the major ones, they would be expelled from the pack and tribe."

In doing so, Leah took off her hoodie, wearing a black T-shirt underneath it, and rolled her right short sleeve up. I caught a glimpse of the bruised yet scared mark on her right shoulder arm. I could see a small part of her tattoo but it was nearly covered up by all of the claw marks...

"It is the council's opinion that Leah Clearwater has committed treason against the pack," Old Quil declared. "And thus, she will be excommunicated from the Quileute Tribe."

The wolves snarled and barked with great volume. Ayla gasped loudly and Sue abruptly left, crying silently.

"What?! No!" Seth shouted, making me look at him, seeing his face squinting and tears trailing down. "You can't do this!"

"Your Quileute Tattoo will be stripped from you," Old Quil continued, ignoring the wolves' cheer. "And you shall forfeit all rank within the Black Pack."

Jared sauntered to Leah and lifted his right paw. His claws were long and sharp thanks to its sunlighting against them. And with a fast whoosh, the sound of fleshy rip invaded my ears. Leah screamed in great pain and two more whooshes occurred and then I smelt the wet dog's smelly blood. I covered my nose and mouth with my hand, blocking her scent. Leah pressed her left hand against her right upper arm, close to her shoulder. She fell to her knees, trying to hold back her tears and cry...

I took a breath in and looked at her scars.

"And this is what they do to show the disownment," she continued. "Other wolves would see that they committed a crime and see that they no longer belong to a pack. Branded as a lone wolf."

While staring at her scar, the unease wave crashed over me. I couldn't think of anything else to talk about. I still glared at it, afraid of what to say it.

"It's... it's healing up," I said to her.

Seriously, Violet? That was what I expected her to say after that.

"Healing up?" Leah's throat tightened and took in a short breath. "Scars don't heal, Violet."

That could her way of saying 'seriously'.

"I mean, it's not as bad as it was."

I should probably shut up now.

"I have to live with this," she sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "And you and your family don't. And I envy you for that."

"You envy me?" I said, shocked at her last sentence. "You can transform into a big furry dog and I'm stuck looking like this for eternity."

"But when you get hurt, you heal fast."

"So do you!" I said loudly to her. I looked back at her scratched thighs again and back to her face; I pointed at them. "And how long have you been doing this?"

Leah spotted my eyes on her thighs and clenched them together. She pulled them towards her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

"Not long," she admitted. "Just for a couple of days."

"Does Ethan know?"

She shook her head. "I don't want him to worry."

"You don't want the man you love to worry," I said, throwing myself onto the couch. "Do you hear yourself?"

She scoffed with a small chuckle. "Like I expect you to understand what I'm going through."

My gold eyes widened and I let out a little gasp. Leah bit her lip and looked at the ground. We sat in silence for a few seconds until she spoke.

"Where's Ethan?" she asked.

"In the kitchen," I replied. "At least, that's what I was told. How long has he been there?"

"About forty-five minutes."

"And what's he doing?"

"Cooking me a steak."

I began to ponder why he would take that long. "But that takes about fifteen minutes?"

We looked at each other and then I sighed. If there was one thing I know about Ethan was that he tends to do stupid stuff. And I guessed he did something stupid in the kitchen. I rose from the couch and dragged Leah by her wrist, getting off the couch.

"Where are we going?" Leah questioned me.

"To the kitchen," I said to her.

"But why—?"

"If we find out that Ethan did something bad in the kitchen and if I am going to kill him, you'll be stopping me."

I opened the door and we left the theatre. It took us five minutes to reach the kitchen. It was located below the mansion (the door beside the fireplace led us downstairs). I held onto Leah's wrist with a little strength as we raced downstairs.

"Violet, your grip's kinda tight," Leah said.

"It's not that tight," I replied, my eyes looking straight ahead.

"For you."

I snuck a smile and turned my head. "And with Ethan...?" I rose my right eyebrow.

Leah's face reddened and her lips pursed shut. She scoffed and shook her head. "We're not at that stage yet."

I chuckled. "I'm just saying."

A white door greeted us with a gold doorknob and a gold KITCHEN word stretched over the top of the door. I opened the door and we walked in. Upon entering, I saw that the kitchen was intact — which surprised me the most— and Ethan sat on the brick-tiled floor in front of the black oven with his legs crossed and hands under his chin like a kid being bored.

I sighed. "Ethan?" I asked him and he turned around.

"Oh, Leah, Violet!" Ethan sprung up from the ground and rubbed his knees. "What are you doing here? And I told—."

"You were taking a long time," Leah replied and Ethan frowned.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying." He sounded a bit upset when he spoke. "I'm making a steak for you but it's not cooking."

I tilted my head to the side. "Why isn't cooking?" I asked him.

"I don't know," Ethan rose his hands towards the ceiling. "I just put the steak on the tray and put it in the oven."

"And you did switch on," Leah said and then Ethan froze. A face of shocked confusion was found on his pale face and gold eyes. "You did switch on the oven, right?"

Ethan closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. I saw Leah staring at him with an utter look of confusion and disbelief on her face. I couldn't help but laugh at this. My laugh must have been loud as I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Simon asked.

"Why is Violet laughing?" Alana enquired next.

"Ethan was cooking food for me," Leah replied, trying to ignore my laughter.

"Okay...?" Alana's voice sounded confused, her eyebrows furrowed. "And how is that funny?"

"He didn't switch the oven on!" I burst out laughing once again.

Did this make me seem like a horrible person? A guy trying to impress a girl and failed on a miserable point and it was somehow funny to me. I could sense the confusion and disappointment from his parents: Simon for confusion and Alana for disappointment. Of course, who could blame them? My laughter died down and I looked over at them. With great speed, Joseph ran down with a worried look on his pale face.

"We need to hide Leah," he declared.

"Why?" Simon asked.

"The Volturi is coming."

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[kbspangler]

It's update day! Join us for painful realizations!

At A GIRL AND HER FED, Tate has got his thinkin' eyebrows on, and he's figured out that Avery is summoning a trickster god. This might will absolutely backfire on them.

At SIDE QUESTED, Princess Robin has realized her betrothed has quite likely abandoned her. The jerk.

[yappywife]

I get it Shane ❤️

[shyronrod]

¿Sabes qué es lo peor de todo? Que yo todavía te espero

[feefal]

Baked with love, doomed for compost :’(

[ms-tillus]

Sad Asra. Sadsra?

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is The Knife from Later Alligator, who is visually impaired and has social anxiety

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a dark green anthropomorphic alligator man. He has short black hair and his right eye is black. He is wearing a brown coat, white undershirt with black stripes, and black eye patch over his left eye.] 

[frostedpuffs]

HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA