#i actually. love how this turned out

[rollercoasterwords]

Ok, I know youre a dorlene enthusiast, but what about 20, for Dormary( Dorcas and Mary)

20. you’re in a car with a beautiful boy and you're trying not to tell him that you love him.

from this prompt list!

oooh challenge accepted >:) major angst warning tho ummmm u are getting. unrequited dormary past dorlene. post-marlene's death canon compliant. sorrryyyyy <3

"you should eat something," mary says, because it's easier than saying stop grieving, less selfish than saying please look at me.

please, just once, just look at me.

dorcas stares out the window like she's trying to haunt her own body, like if she turns herself into a sacrifice maybe god will exist and bring marlene back. like that's possible. like that's something she can do.

"we can get something," mary says, "we'll go somewhere. where do you want to go?"

dorcas shrugs. mary strangles the steering wheel. she tries to feel less like a house of cards, collapsing.

they used to do this, all together. pile into the beat-up dust-brown hunk of muggle metal like it was a chariot, windows down and hair whipping in the wind. mary steering, marlene calling shotgun. sunshine hair and laughter and radio tyrant, spinning the dial, fighting with lily in the backseat, freckles and indignant hand-slapping when she leaned forward to complain. and mary would laugh and laugh and look into the rearview at dorcas meadowes, the calm in the center of the storm, leaning on one elbow and smiling that tiny, private smile that had mary's heart skipping beats.

and then lily had james, and four became three, and marlene turned around one day and saw dorcas in the backseat and it was always going to be them, wasn't it? no resisting gravity, no resisting the thunderstorm of a girl that was marlene mckinnon, the lightning crack of her attention and the thunderclap of her desire. mary had her hands on the steering wheel and her eyes on the rearview, watching dorcas watching marlene, watching marlene looking back and seeing the finally in dorcas meadowes' smile.

maybe she was a little bit in love with both of them. how could she not be?

mary parks at a chip shop, and dorcas doesn't answer when she asks what she wants, and mary pretends that it's because she's tired and not because the answer is that she doesn't want anything--nothing but the thunderstorm girl lying cold in a grave, the gravity-giant that dorcas cannot stop orbiting, that she refuses to bury. mary picks up the shovel and says grieve with me, grieve, and dorcas turns grief into a child, a needy wail that she cradles in her arms like a mother. mary returns to the car with a greasy bag of food, and turns the keys, and puts her hands back onto the steering wheel.

they drive. mary parks at the outcrop where they used to smoke with remus, the rocky scrub overlooking the sea. get her out of london, lily said, it'll do her some good. well, here they are--out of london and out of england and nearly out of gas, but still sitting in this fucking car. dorcas doesn't get out, so mary doesn't, either. she turns off the engine, lets the silence swallow them both.

in front of them, the sun is setting. the light kisses dorcas's skin and mary tries not to hate it, hates herself for the way she wants to crawl into the body of anything that is allowed to touch dorcas meadowes. before everything--before the war, and lily's wedding, and the Order and the death eaters and the dark mark hanging over marlene mckinnon's house--mary used to think about bringing her here. dorcas. she used to imagine it was just them in the car, looking at each other without the rearview in between, and she'd finally say it--finally say i haven't stopped thinking about you since i first saw you on that train and your smile makes me want to eat all the magic out of my body and if you would touch me, just once, i think i would become an entirely different creature. but she was afraid, and she waited, and lily married james, and marlene looked back, and the war came to kiss them all goodnight.

"i'm going to kill him," dorcas says, while they watch the sun bleed itself to death.

mary presses her eyes shut. she doesn't say marls wouldn't want that, because they both know it's not true. marlene mckinnon was a force of nature, and she couldn't die quietly, and anyone who loved her can hear her whispering from beyond the grave. avenge me, avenge me, love me with blood and hate and glory. there is no way to love a thunderstorm of a girl without being struck.

but god if mary doesn't hate her for it. if mary doesn't hate marlene mckinnon for being all that she was, for her gravity, for her laughter and her shark smile and her beauty. doesn't hate her for wanting the one thing that mary wanted too, for wanting it better and louder and braver, for being such an excruciating joy of a human that mary can't even blame her for it, for any of it, that mary still sometimes wants to crawl into the grave with her and beg her to come back.

dorcas meadowes is sitting beside her, in this car, in the place that mary has always wanted her to be. she's right there and she's not, and she'll never be, and she's already lost, and mary knew it from the moment that marlene mckinnon turned around in that front seat.

"you should eat something," she says, because it's the only thing left she can say.

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[akantorrr]

[hinamie]

some quick jjk eye paintings

[liimonadas]

i blacked out and suddenly theres 4 edgeworths on the canvas

bonus design notes edition

[panstarry]

my final from last semester that i made into a zine. cooked this one up in a couple hours before the critique (the ink was still wet!), so it's very raw and kind of sloppy but the sentiment is there. i love you trans people of color. we are the backbone of this community 🌟

[soumemon]

THE TWINS!!! (I actually drew beel for oomf and now i wanna draw them all haha)

[knifeslidez]

THAT GIRL'S NOT RIGHT IN THE BRAIN

[sam-violet]

chillin in the hot springs 🌱

+ a closeup

[morii-moth]

BIGB APPRECIATION (angst) TIME !!! ive had this in my head since january and i realised i could just. make it.

"All the world will be your enemy, and if they catch you, they wil kill you. But first, they must catch you. Be cunning and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed" - Watership Down (paraphrased)

[moonsnqil]

after practice outing

[brother-emperors]

something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.

it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.

and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.

edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.

Perseus, Daniel Ogden

Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet

[ineed-to-sleep]

Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops

[tcustodisart]

Whenever I drew Connie with a single dandelion behind his ear this scene was playing in my head like wii channel music.

[hinamie]

so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it

insp

[barghest-land]

poor boy now counts wolves instead of sheep (sketch is under the cut!)

i think the first sketch of this deserves to be here as well it's so cute to me :D