lorkamedia

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

was watching korone and I was hearing her say the word yankee a lot and I was sort've confused as there didn't seem to be anything stereotypically american on the screen but apparently it's a term for a delinquent youth

there's apparently a whole subculture where they're just shitty and rude and it seems to be (loosely, as with any long distance cultural exchange) based off the american punk subculture

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

normal day at the future foundation

[starry-bi-sky]

danny and officer martinez's relationship in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" in a nutshell:

Martinez: FREAK! GET YOUR FUCKING KID!

Battinson, on the other side of the crime scene: he don't bite

Martinez, with Nightingale firmly attached his arm, visibly biting him: YES HE DO!

*points at them* Danny is the Bugs Bunny to Martinez's Elmer Fudd.

Another Officer: i can't believe you're fighting with an actual twelve year old. Martinez: i swear to god that is not a twelve year old, that is a little hellion that crawled out of batman's shadow one dark and stormy night and decided to dedicate his existence to tormenting me. Officer: Are you really that mad about him putting a sticky note on your back-- Martinez: thats not the point

in danny's defense: the word "freak" is. a mini beserker button for him for.... obvious ghostly reasons, so like, even if its not directed at him, he still very much unappreciates Martinez's insults at Battinson. Danny may or may not be projecting.

he's not going to hurt the guy! not in any serious or permanently disfiguring way at least! But he is going to leave mean sticky notes on the square part of his spine that he can't reach, and stick salt in his 3AM Late Night Crime Scene Coffee, and kick the bottom of his heel while he's walking so he stumbles. And other petty, infuriating things that tally up and boil over, over time.

[filledmouth]

weight of a dead world

[cilant-lis]

it's been a while since i drew anything these two together

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[notmusa]

im leaving later this week to do 3 weeks of dog sitting & the client waited until today 2 tell me theres gonna be construction going on on their back porch for 8hrs a day 5 days a week the entire time. so thats cool & fun for me

[noctilu-uca]

I was looking through an old sketchbook and found things actuslly worth posting

These are OLD wow remember when i used to date art piece LMAOAOA

[inaconstantstateofchange]

The Lost (Demonic) Art of Innkeeping

Lesbian BingYuan Pseudo-Historical AU

Word Count: 3k

Read it on AO3 here

Shen Yuan sighed as the warped and bowing front door creaked slowly shut behind the village head. It was nice of him to walk her out to her new property, but something about Yue Qi’s mannerisms kind of felt a little more like he was trying to get her away from the train station before she could change her mind. Looking at the dilapidated building in front of her now… she couldn’t say she blamed him. 

More wind than a self-respecting building should rightfully allow entry whistled through numerous cracks in the once-sturdy walls around her. There were several inches of dust and grime on every single surface, and some frankly concerning scuttling from down the hallway to her left. And, even for someone as unfamiliar with the intricacies of woodworking as her, Shen Yuan did not like the look of some of the spots on the ancient support beams. She cast a fretful look about her, but surely the listing agent would have had to disclose structural failures to that level. Not to mention, the village head would likely not have been in such a rush to leave her to get settled in if he thought he would return to find her squashed like a bug!

The pictures she had seen in the listing hadn’t been lying exactly, but the preponderance of ‘Look at its historical glory days! How beautiful! How magnificent to be the one to return it to its former splendor!’ inclusions suddenly made a lot more sense. Shen Yuan scowled to herself for a moment, then set her face. No! She was going to overcome this. So what if the prospect of the amount of work that was going to go into this project was honestly far more than she would have signed off on apportioning at the start. Like hell she was going to go back empty-handed, with nothing to show for her latest “ill-thought-out investment”. This time, it was going to work. Her admittedly-thin face could not take another year of knowing looks and ‘good-natured’ humor verging on cruel pity at every single social event she found herself at. 

She turned to set her valise on the floor beside the entrance, then quickly thought better of it when she saw the pile of rags there arranged in the form of a – hopefully unoccupied – nest. She squeaked – in a very ladylike way! – and darted two steps away, clutching her valise protectively closer. Her traveling clothes she could take or leave, but she’d be damned before she let anything happen to her prized texts! 

Shen Yuan picked her way across alarmingly creaking floorboards to inspect the rest of the dilapidated inn — her inn, as of the paperwork signed just this morning. The kitchen was… a kitchen! She verified that there was a stove and an antiquated icebox just as stated in the listing details, then opened one or two cabinets aimlessly. Cobwebs, cracked and dusty teacup, snake, more cob—Shen Yuan swore her neck creaked like the rest of the hinges in this place as she looked back to her left to confirm. Yup! Still a snake! Hah! She exhaled harshly, biting down on what would definitely not have been another squeak, and slammed the cabinet door shut again as she speedwalked out of the kitchen. 

Behind the cupboard door the teacup spun, and toppled, another hairline fracture joining the others obscuring its original pattern. 

Shen Yuan paused again once she was back in the main hall of the inn, at the foot of the stairs that she was in no way optimistic enough to try out tonight — or at all, for that matter, at least not until she’d had someone out to look at them who was not affiliated with the building’s seller. Surely even a town this quaint had to have a carpenter, right? 

Her mental crafting of her to-do list broke off, interrupted by a yawn that almost cracked her jaw. Ergh, the hours of travel by train to get here – after already waking up hellishly early because the seller was in such a rush to get the paperwork signed – had exhausted her beyond reason. The sun had barely slipped below the horizon, flinging its last glimmers of golden light filtering through the surrounding trees and beating themselves against the grime-coated windows. Normally she would be up for hours yet! Now, all she wanted to do was find a bed that wasn’t housing some horrific manner of creature or fifty years’ worth of mold growth, and sleep for an entire day. 

As she poked her head tentatively into each of the four rooms on the first floor of the inn, however, Shen Yuan began to think she might, possibly, have made some slight miscalculations along the way. Nothing remained of the beds that existed here at some point in the past aside from their frames, all in varying states of disrepair — and in one tragic case, decomposition. The only linens she could find had more hole than cloth remaining to them from long exposure to the elements and the wild creatures that had been the only living beings using this place for its intended purpose for the last decades. 

Her eyes started to prickle with frustrated, overwhelmed tears, and she strongly considered just walking back to the train station to curl up on a bench and wait for the next train, dignity be damned. Only the brief recollection that the train service to this remote area was intermittent, not daily, kept her from following through. She threaded her fingers into the weave of her braid, draped over her shoulder, and squeezed tightly, trying to press the stress, overwhelm, and near-panic out into it. She had grown tired of the nail marks etched near-permanently into her own palms one day, and finally settled on this technique as a workable substitute. Sometimes – like now – she did miss the horribly satisfying bite of stinging flesh beneath her nails, however. 

Okay! Whatever! This shitty house-that-would-be-an-inn was not going to defeat her! A temporary retreat on her part was not a victory on its! She told herself all of these things staunchly, on repeat as she stepped carefully back out the front door the village head had ushered her so obligingly into just a few hours prior. She thought about heading back down the path toward the village proper, maybe seeing if Yue Qi had a spare bedroom, but the thought of the knowing look on his face as she admitted she was in over her head made her feel like she was going to vomit. 

Nope! Nope! She would figure something out, but she would not be doing that. Hell, people camped out under the stars all the time! And this region was known for its incredibly temperate climate and beautiful wildlife. She was just… doing preliminary research on the local attractions! Exactly! She nodded firmly to herself, determinedly ignoring the way the trees darkened forebodingly over the pathway back to the village. She would just… stay right here, and get a little catnap, and things would look better in the morning. 

Shen Yuan cast about for a spot that seemed tolerable, debating with herself over a few top contenders, before settling back against the trunk of a tall and sturdy tree. It was close enough to the inn that she didn’t feel like she was leaving its air of vaguely comforting – albeit rather derelict – civilization, but far enough that none of the creepy-crawlies within its walls were likely to bother with her. It was… not the most pleasant place of repose, but she convinced herself firmly that she had certainly had worse! …Even if no particular examples were coming to mind right at the moment. 

Shen Yuan closed her eyes and dozed off into a fitful sleep, valise serving as a very lumpy headrest. The moon above her shone down bright and yellow, almost-full. It followed her into her dreams, duplicating itself, then bleeding dull crimson from the outer edges, yellow eaten away until it remained only in the middle, burning like fierce and fiery eyes. She felt trapped in some sort of contest of wills, her eyes locked with the doubled moons as her own heartbeat grew fainter and fainter. At last, just as she felt on the cusp of… something, the moons blinked out, and she gasped awake, lurching forward. 

Crack!

Shen Yuan let out a loud groan, a blinding starburst of pain erupting from her forehead as it felt like she rammed it right into a wooden fencepost — a good one too, not the halfway-to-rotten things marking out the borders of her new property. Had she somehow moved in her sleep?? Was this normal?? Why did anyone ever go camping?! 

The ringing in her ears finally started to fade out, bringing with it fragments of a rich, melodious voice… stammering apologies? What was going on?? 

Shen Yuan carefully pried open one eye, wincing as even the tepid rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon managed to stab their way in, exacerbating the incredible headache building from the point on her forehead where she must have made contact with the woman before her. The woman who… Shen Yuan choked on her own spit as her vision finally shook into focus. 

Dark brown hair – so dark you could call it black without making a liar of yourself – billowed entrancingly out from the loose grasp of a handkerchief that was clearly not up to the task of containing it. Several thick sections had already fallen out from the front, framing the young woman’s face in a perfectly effortless manner, drawing the eye to the painfully exquisite symmetry of her face. Her skin was smooth and clear, and her eyes were just big enough to fall on the alluring side of unusual.  

Who allowed beauties like this to waste away in provincial villages! With a face like hers, this girl should be making her way in the big city by now, taking it by storm! Didn’t anyone ever tell her these provincial towns were supposed to be for the elderly and unlovable? 

She opened her mouth to say… something, hopefully none of the insipid things actually running through her mind, but the beauty beat her to it. Or, perhaps Shen Yuan was just finally able to hear her properly, with the ringing in her ears finally fading away entirely. 

“Furen? Can you hear me? Oh, this is really not ideal, I should probably send for Mu-dafu, but—” Her voice was rich and velvety, slightly husky in a way that sent shivers down Shen Yuan’s spine, but still girlish and sweet. Who knew people like this actually existed outside of novels — certainly none of which might be found in Shen Yuan’s own valise!

Shen Yuan took a deep breath, exhaled through the remaining pain, and managed to get both eyes open this time. The woman was somehow even more stunning like this, backlit in the gentle glow of the rising sun, and Shen Yuan almost had to slam them closed again at once. 

She raised a hand to placate the fretful girl, waving it loosely. “No need, no need! No harm done, see?” She put on her most unaffected expression, although the dubious look on the other woman’s face told her it maybe had not been her finest effort. “In fact, it’s truly what I get for sleeping outside!”

The girl’s beautiful face creased in a delicate frown — almost a pout. “I… wouldn’t go that far, but I was coming over to check on you, furen. Most people know not to stay too long out he—”

Shen Yuan cut her off, feeling guilty even as she did so, but needing to clarify to this lovely vision that she was not in fact some foolish wanderer. “Ah, yes, I’m hoping to stay in the building as soon as possible, but I got in quite late last night – the paperwork took ages, that weasel kept trying for more concessions – and, well… none of the rooms were really in a fit state—”

Now it was Shen Yuan’s turn to be interrupted, as the woman blurted out, something in her eyes that looked like shock, “You’ve bought the inn?” 

Shen Yuan bristled, pulling herself up as much as she could when she was pressed up against a tree trunk, her travel clothes extremely rumpled and her braid wisping undone around her. “Why yes, I have! All on my own, thank you very much, and I’ve got quite the plan for it! Now, if that’s all, I’m quite well, as you can see. No need to trouble yourself any further.”

The young woman lurched forward, reaching out toward Shen Yuan but stopping herself abortively. Her eyes had flooded with some strange emotion Shen Yuan found herself unable to discern. “No, no, furen, I apologize! You look extremely competent! It’s just that no one’s been willing to take a chance on this place in ages. We all thought it would just get swallowed by the woods someday.” She paused, then continued on, seeming almost bashful. “I… really am glad to hear you’ll be here to stay.”

Shen Yuan dissembled awkwardly for a few moments, feeling like she had made a bit of a fool of herself with her overreaction. “I… apologize, as well. Few things have gone exactly to plan recently, and I fear it's made me forget my graces. Do forgive me.”

The young woman’s blush darkened her cheeks becomingly as she glanced away, before her eyes darted back to meet Shen Yuan’s, almost sparkling. “Still, I really do feel horribly about it! You must allow me to make amends, I insist!”

Shen Yuan almost waved her off, but then judged that she was not in fact too good to pass up this opportunity to check a few items off her to-do list without having to go back into town herself. 

“... If you really do feel it necessary, I wouldn’t be opposed to some information about the village itself.” Shen Yuan paused, groping for a politic way to state it. “The inn is in… something of a worse state than I’d been led to believe, and I’m finding myself in need of a few specialists sooner than I’d hoped. Would you happen to know if there’s a local carpenter?”

The young woman hummed thoughtfully, looking back in the direction of the village with something of a shadow falling across her face. Her answer came slowly, almost unwillingly. “The Lius are the only ones nearby who would be able to manage the work you’ll be needing, I’d imagine.”

Shen Yuan smiled happily at her, imagining an elderly couple carrying on the traditions of yesteryear. How inspirational! And she was not at all above benefiting from their – presumable – expertise. 

She clapped her hands once decisively, dipping her head to the woman in front of her. “Thank you so much! You’ve truly saved me some legwork on that one.” She stood up forcefully, shaking out the worst of the wrinkles in her skirt and traveling coat. As she did so, another thought struck her. She paused for a moment, then decided it wasn’t like she had much to lose. “Ah, actually, guniang…”

The young woman, getting to her feet alongside Shen Yuan, shot up even faster at being directly addressed. “Yes?”

Shen Yuan was momentarily distracted to find that the clearly younger woman was… actually a bit taller than her. Shen Yuan was used to being one of the tallest women of her acquaintance, and wasn’t quite sure how she felt about this. The young woman gave a polite cough, and Shen Yuan felt her cheeks heat as she realized she’d let the pause extend awkwardly. 

She gave a slight cough, then continued, just a bit too quickly. “That is, I’d meant to ask, would you perhaps know of anyone else in the area who might be looking for a job as a housekeeper? I’ll need a cook too of course, in the future, but… given the state of things, a housekeeper is definitely the first order of business.”

The woman’s eyes widened fetchingly before she tilted her head forward, the thick locks of hair that framed her face obscuring them for just a moment before swaying back as she raised her head to meet Shen Yuan’s gaze. An enigmatic expression played over the edges of her lips briefly before they stretched into a true smile. 

“Actually, furen, if you’re taking applicants, I’d put myself first on the list.”

Her shapely lips opened to continue on, no doubt to lay out her references or skills, but Shen Yuan didn’t let her finish. “Hired!” She blurted out immediately. If this beauty did not know how much higher she could aim, well… Shen Yuan would certainly help her out in the future, but she truly could not afford to let this opportunity pass her by. Please do not hold it against her, guniang! Shen Yuan thought of the snake awaiting her inside, along with other untold horrors, and firmed her heart. 

The young woman’s cheeks had darkened with a delicate blush, and she smiled directly at Shen Yuan with a truly overwhelming force. The sun itself would crawl away in shame at being so tragically outdone! 

“I’m looking forward to working with you then…” The young woman’s voice trailed off leadingly. 

Shen Yuan flushed again, realizing that, this entire time, she had neglected to properly introduce herself. Her new employee was liable to quit before she even began if Shen Yuan kept making such a poor showing of herself! 

“Shen Yuan,” she rushed to correct her oversight. “Pleased to meet you.”

The young woman’s eyes creased shut in a brilliant smile. Just before the lids pressed closed, Shen Yuan could swear the light glinting off of them gave the illusion of a red spark buried deep within them. For a moment, a vision of twinned red moons twisted through her mind, fractaling away as the other woman opened her mouth to speak. 

“This one is Luo Binghe, Shen-furen.” Her tone shifted subtly, her next words coming out as almost a purr. “And I’m certain the pleasure is all mine.”

[cerealmonster15]

doodles based off fic I am writing lol

[call-me-pup2]

Not very ns/fw but a delivery company have thrown my parcel over some random gate near me and after going looking and asking someone that lives there if they have it no one seems to know where it is

It's £100+ worth of stuff for my craft business so it's worthless to folk that don't actually need it but I don't know how to find it. The delivery person has said I signed for it so pretty sure I can't even go through them to get compensation or anything 🙃

[dearmrsawyer]

on the loose live my beloved

[phantastragoria]

do you have a favourite portrayal of a character in the gotg game!! who is it and why <3

Oh I think they're all great honestly!!! Part of why I love the game so much is that genuinely, the whole team + supporting characters are written with such obvious love of the source material and equal attention between them all. When I see comments of people saying who their favorite character was from the game and the answer always being different from each person I'm like!! That's how it SHOULD be!!! They're the Guardians of the Galaxy (plural) the focus shouldn't all fall on a singular character like most other GotG media usually ends up as 😭

The two (sorry I can't pick just one) whom I think benefit the most from the game though are Drax and Gamora because they're almost always sidelined both in-and-out of universe by most of the various writers (especially as of late) and in turn the viewers/readers. I've been told plenty of times that they're the most boring members of the "main" team, BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY! The amount of love the game versions get (by the few who've played it at least) proves that 🥺

I've never really liked 616 Drax shifting to being a complete clown during the 90s and such (and even less so when the MCU followed along 💀) So I appreciate the game taking a bit of his seriousness from the DnA run and just making him struggle with nuance and context clues in a less exaggerated way (autistic Drax I still believe in u) and I feel the focus put on him and how losing his original family + the aftermath deeply affected him hits pretty hard here because it's treated very seriously and shown in depth, especially with how his family (wife) gets actual focus. I cannot tell you anything about Yvette in comparison to Hovat, who actually seemed to have had a personality lol (AND she was on their village's council like omg imagine having more to you than just being The Housewife) Though I will say I flip and flop on my thoughts about Heather being disconnected from Drax's life in this universe... The TLDR is that I think his arc here specifically works stronger when he has to come to terms with losing his entire family and accepting the life he currently has with the Guardians. BUT!!! I very much appreciate that Heather is still confirmed to exist within this universe, even if that means her dad issues would have to be dealt with in a different context if we ever get to see her.

Also? Shoutout to the writers actually bringing up the intense paranoia that always kneecapped 616 Drax but having that be a turning point in his backstory here, with that conversation he has with Peter where he talks about how he was becoming so paranoid of everyone being a chitauri/Thanos conspirator to the point of literally turning into an obsessed maniac like Thanos, and realizing that he desperately needed to turn his life around, it's so ough.

Out of the already many great conversations throughout the game, I think the ones with him are the most poignant. My favorite scene in the whole game is Drax and Pete's little moment on Knowhere... makes me go wahhh

(l also love that out of everyone on the team, it's his headspace that we quite literally get to go into. You KNOW that if this was any other media it'd be going into Rocket or Groot's head and likely treated as a joke.)

And oh my god, Gamora...

I find it so extremely refreshing that her role in the plot doesn't revolve purely around the men in her life, and instead, it's nearly exclusively her connection with other women. Or in the most direct obstacle she has to deal with, being how she starts projecting to the millionth degree on Nikki's situation for reminding her of what happened to her and Nebula. I find that infinitely more fascinating as a reading of her character rather than just dating drama or her arc getting completely overtaken by a man's instead.

And especially in her friendship with Mantis, who, despite having all these futures she's constantly seeing and having to navigate, still makes time to do her best to help her 🥺 From saving her life and being the one who put her on the path to healing on Lamentis, to getting her to join the Guardians and still checking in on her when she's able 😭 Friendship between women can be so powerful... u love to see it (🏳️‍🌈)

I also find it nice that there's this emphasis on her recovering mentally, and the comparison between Thanos essentially teaching her to just Deal with the shit in her life through very simplistic meditation versus the priests of Pama actually teaching her something to help soothe the mind :^( and that she still has moments of relapsing essentially. I find that to be a realistic take on recovery because that's just part of the journey since healing is not linear... and I think it's very sweet that she finds comfort in collecting something ---girly--- like dolls. Love to see a person reclaim a part of their childhood that they weren't allowed to experience. And how she's allowed to make BAD JOKES?? Imagine a woman being written to have multiple dimensions, crazy and absolutely unthinkable, I know.

There's this extremely specific theme in relation to Gamora across media that's been rattling around in my brain since first playing the game. When near the end during the revisit to Knowhere, she's about to completely lose it when Peter tries talking -for- her on what she's so upset about before immediately shooting him down, and she explains what happened between her and Nebula and she starts crying. It really struck me right then that she's never given a moment to cry elsewhere (or in the 616's case, the quite literal inability to.) aside from her shedding a Single Manly Tear (Original Sin) or a single moment out of legit fear (MCU 💀) because she's a hashtag Strong Independant Woman who can't be vulnerable etc etc. But for her to cry in front of the people she's come to care about, It gives her a moment of true vulnerability that I don't think she's allowed ever in most other media.

That and all of the above hits hard and is what makes me genuinely believe that the writers cared about her in the narrative and tried to do right by her when every other bit of media really hasn't nor cared to the majority of the time since the 90s :'^/ Brings a tear to my eye that she's allowed to just... exist in the narrative on her own merits and not on what she can provide to someone else's story.

[butchbush]

losing my mind rn

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Just hit a watermelon wearing a shirt with a crowbar 👍

[nomairuins]

how it feels to want to dress very fancy and accessoried but unfortunately have the autism where i think im supposed to just be lounging in a field naked or in like. a plain linen dress. and any accessory or makeup or nail polish or ehat have you makes me want to rip my skin off

[halfyearsqueen]

thinking about her calling her sons ‘ my strength and consolation’