I Love A Drunk Father-figure Who Cares Deeply For His Adopted Kid

Tuesday June 3rd 2025 8:02 p.m.

the peaceful wind of nature - Collab with @anasabdin - thank you so much for animation and for turning this art into life - it was a great experience to work together with you! ✨

everyday I look at other people's art and I cry a little because I want the result but I don't know how to get there

writing sprint #1: Don't Go

goal: write without stopping for 10 minutes world: Atelis

Cori ran through the hall, ignoring his father's shout behind him, and sprinted towards the front door. Surely he had misheard or not understood. Memories flashed through his mind, each tender spent with Geod slipping through his fingers as sand on the shore. Without thinking, he shifted. Leaping into the air, Cori landed on his paws with his tail swishing to keep his balance. The front door was being slowly closed by a servant, but he managed to skirt through the servant's feet. She shrieked but Cori kept running.

He had to catch Geod. How could he leave without saying goodbye? Surely Geod wouldn't leave him, not without saying anything. Cori's heart beat rapidly in his chest, his eyes stinging with tears even though he knew they wouldn't fall in this form. His paws slapped against the paved ground as he took off down the driveway.

There. Just in view, Cori could see the large figure of Geod slowly walking into the countryside, a small pack in his hand. Cori yipped and ran faster, tripping over his paws as he tried to catch up. He must have made enough noise, however, because Geod paused and his ear twitched.

Cori shifted again, stumbling as he adjusted from running with four feet to two. "Geod! Geod, wait!"

Geod hadn't moved, and the closer Cori got, the more he could see the sadness etched in his face. Cori inhaled sharply before skidding to a stop. Gasping for breath, he leaned over and tried to slow his breathing.

"You--you were going to leave," he gasped, tears finally spilling out of his eyes. "Father said--said you--Geod, you can't--"

Large arms wrapped around him and Cori clung to Geod's shirt, loud sobs finally escaping him. He always wondered when his father would snap. His father threatened more than he did anything else, and Cori knew it was only a matter of time until the other shoe dropped. But on Geod? His Geod? His world was crumbling underneath him.

"What am I supposed to do without you?" he sobbed.

Geod gently patted his back, rubbing in a circular motion. "The same thing you did with me," he said slowly. "I think we both knew this wouldn't last forever."

Cori only shook his head. Maybe if he refused the truth, it would disappear. "I--I can convince him! Just come back, please. I can get--get him to take you back, and--"

Stepping back, Geod placed his large hands on Cori's shoulders. He smiled sadly. "No, Zen. Nothing you say will change his mind."

And wasn't that the horrible truth of it all? With all his power and influence, it didn't matter under the thumb of Cori's father.

sometimes you just need to go to the beach and then everything’s ok

Watching Markiplier get heavily fixated on something I would never even touch is my favorite pastime

Let’s talk about Katniss’s mother, shall we?

She’s grown up living in fear of being reaped for so long, gets married, has kids, then loses the one thing that brought her joy: her husband. How long had she gone without losing anyone to the Games? But it doesn’t matter, because life is cruel and her loved one was still taken from her.

Katniss is so much like her father that even looking at her brings Katniss’s mother to a different time, a different place. Prim is so much like herself—it’s easier to be with her—but Katniss? She sings and works just like her late husband and Katniss’s mother can’t stand that. She can’t stand the songs, she can’t stand the reality of her world. So she dissociates.

She doesn’t try to repair their bond, doesn’t try to reach out. She barely asks where Katniss goes in Mockingjay and she only does that because it reminds her of her husband—leaving and then never coming back. 12 took so much from her, and she can’t go back.

Then Prim dies and the last of Katniss’s mother does too.

Prim is her hope, her new life. If Prim can keep going, then so can she. But with Prim gone, she has nothing but the constant reminder of her husband, Katniss. And she can’t stand to look at her anymore.

She can’t go back to 12. She can’t look at Katniss. So she doesn’t. She gives into the monotony of life and fades from the story.

This is why Haymitch is so important to Katniss and her story. If Katniss is her dad, then she needed someone like him to come alongside her and show her things. He has the same mindset as her father: be present and aware of what reality is. Katniss’s mother couldn’t do that.

And yet, Katniss is her mother. She dissociates just the same, but she had one difference—she had Peeta.

Here’s one of the alphabets I created for my sci-fi/fantasy world of Atelis.

This is the Core Language used by the four Core planets of the Raylosian Warrior Order (RWO). I based it off of several little symbols I’ve used for years. The first one was the “e” based off the family crest idea I had for my main character, Aisne Etorna. Because I hate the design (lol), I’ve scrapped it, but decided to flip it on its side to keep the idea there. The vibe is based of the A symbol I have for “Atelis.”

As this is the main language for the RWO, I wrote out the motto and the creed for the organization:

"The Raylosian Warrior Order" "Motto: On the authority of the great creator Raylos, the Raylosian Warrior Order protects and contains Crux Asteria’s magic in the pursuit of peace, knowledge, and freedom."

"Magic at our Core, Courage in our Hearts"

I had a lot of fun with this and ended up creating a second alphabet for the Cloranus Empire. I definitely might make more, but I at least wanted an alphabet! Worldbuilding is so much fun :)

(also if I made a couple mistakes, no I didn't lol)

Clerk Carmine brought Lucy Gray a plant he'd uprooted from the lake, with pointy leaves and small white flowers. "Hey, you found some katniss. Good work, CC." Coriolanus wondered if he meant it to be decorative, like the Grandma'am's roses, but she immediately examined the roots, from which small tubers hung. "Little too early yet." "Yeah," Clerk Carmine agreed. "For what?" asked Coriolanus. "For eating. In a few weeks, these will grow into decent-sized potatoes, and we can roast them," said Lucy Gray. "Some people call them swamp potatoes, but I like katniss better. Has a nice ring to it."

Lucy Gray was the katniss uprooted a little too early, but Katniss was uprooted right on time. It was not a decorative plant, just as Lucy Gray was not a decorative trophy to be hung on Coriolanus' arm. It was a symbol of hunger defeated, as Katniss is roasted to set fire to the rebellion. Some people called her a girl, but Katniss had a better ring to it.

"Something's Wrong" is a banger song. Am I going to try and make a silly music video? Yes. Will it actually get done? No idea, but the idea has been in my head for weeks now.