delightful~

Technically true.

He got the job.

He takes his job seriously.

Commission for @ archonmoni on twitter about her crazy mafia au!

this tiktok holds Campfire Kids energy

ok. I'm crying

this is so sweet

ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh

wanted to practice drawing them from the side, here’s the result

I JUST HAD A DUMB IDEA

Ok so, a fantasy au in which Byul is an adventurer who's known to go on extremely dangerous quests and is basically a celebrity in a few towns.

People always go up to her and ask why she always goes on these quests that always end up almost killing her and her answer is always:

"I like to flirt with death." Followed by a wink.

People always thinks that she means it in a poetic, metaphorical sense and that she's just an extreme adrenaline junkie but she actually just keeps going on quests that bring her to death's door so that she can hit on Solar, the Grim Reaper.

frozen + text posts, part 3

All Grown Up

“Oh my god, our little baby’s all grown up,” Yongsun whines, placing a kiss on her daughter’s forehead.

“Ugh, Mom. Gross,” Wheein groans, wiping her head. “I’m 17, not 4.”

“You’re still a minor and, as our only kid, you will forever be our little girl, Whee,” Moonbyul says, ruffling the girl’s hair.

“Mom, I just did that. Ugh, Hyejin’s gonna be here any minute,” Wheein complains, fixing her brown hair into place.

"Ah, it’s fine, baby. Besides, you’ll have a minute to fix it. I wanna talk with this Hyejin girl,” Moonbyul said in her protective parenting voice.

“No. Don’t. You’re gonna embarrass me. I like her and I don’t want her to think you’re one of those parents who don’t let me breath.”

“She just wants what’s best for you, Wheepup,” Yongsun says, stepping next to her wife.

“Don’t call me ‘Wheepup’ in front of Hyejin, please. It’s embarrassing she’ll never let me live it down.”

“As your parents, it’s our job to embarrass you,” Moonbyul puts an arm around the waist of Yongsun and places a kiss on her temple.

“Your mother’s right, for once.”

“Hyejin’s great. She can be a little wild at time but she has a good heart,” Wheein starts to talk about her. Her moms just smile at her.

They remember when they first held her tiny body in their arms. At that time, they were young and excited. They had just gotten married a year before and they were waiting to start a family. The time came when they heard of a little girl in need of parents.

She was 4 months and had just lost her parents in a fire. The girl was fine except for a 2nd degree burn on her arm. Her birth mother used herself sheild her baby from the flames. The firefighters found her in what must have been the nursery. The mother was severly burned and was rushed to the hospital where she later was pronounced dead. Her father’s body was dead at the scene.

The little girl was in the hospital, being treated for her burn, without parents. The hospital tried to contact family but they reached no one. The girl was to be sent to a foster home. At the same time, Moonbyul and Yongsun and had just signed up to become foster parents. She was the first child they brought into their home.

They took her in and raised her as their own. They always treated her right but they were also always prepared to have be adopted by another family or her own family member. By the time she was two, the woman had become attached to her. They didn’t want her to possibly be taken. And she became their daughter when they offically adopted her.

Their family was complete. Wheein knew of her past and knew she wasn’t her moms’ daughter biologically, but that didn’t change anything for her or for Moonbyul and Yongsun. They continue to raise her and she grew up into a beautiful, kind, respectful girl who wouldn’t take shit from no one. Just like her moms raised, just like her parents would have wanted.

“She also said she wanted to become a idol eventually, but she was going to finish high school before trying out to become a trainee.”

Shit, both Moonbyul and Yongsun zoned out about everything that they hadn’t been paying attention to Wheein talk about the girl she was about to go out on a date with.

“She sounds like a great girl, Wheepup. You seem to really like her,” Moonbyul said, trying to hide the fact she did hear a word she said.

“She is. And I do,” Wheein blushes. The couple smiles again when they hear the door bell ring, letting the family know Hyejin was there. “I left my bag upstairs. Let her in but I have to go get it,” Wheein mumbles quickly, running up to her room only a second later.

Moonbyul and Yongsun share a look before walking to the front door. They open the door to a girl with long, black hair, a black, cropped tanktop, and baggy jeans. She has a helmet in her hand, and judging by the motorcycle in the driveway, it’s safe to say she’s a biker.

“You must be Hyejin. Please, come inside. Wheein will be right down,” Yongsun says, knowing Moonbyul’s mind is is still stuck on the Bad Girl™ (who is about to go on a date with her daughter) that just walked past her, and into their living room.

“So, what are you intentions with my daughter?” Moonbyul asked sternly, sitting in the arm chair across from the couch where Hyejin sat. She didn’t like this girl. She didn’t even know her but she could tell she was bad news.

“Moonbyul,” Yongsun whispered to her wife.

“No, ma'am. It’s okay. I understand and respect why you two would have your worries. Wheein is your only kid and it’s not like she’s had it easy. You want what’s best for,” Hyejin answers politely. “I only wanted to take her out. See if it can lead to more. I mean! Uh… I mean like into a relationship… Not… Not that other thing,” Hyejin stumbles over her words.

Moonbyul stays silent. The look on her face is hard for Hyejin to understand. Is she mad? Is she not going to let her take Wheein out? No, no, no. She messed this up and Wheein isn’t even there to help.

“Well, look who’s here,” Yongsun said, going to the end of the stairs, add quietly “Hyejin’s in the living room with your mother. Go save her from the Byul Storm.”

“Hyejin. Hi. Hope I didn’t have you waiting too long. I had to find my bag,” Wheein says, entering the (tense) living room.

“Wheein,” Hyejin speaks, the one word so full of excitement and… Love?

This didn’t go unnoticed by the mothers. Especially Moonbyul. Maybe she was wrong??

Was Hyejin a girl who was worth enough for Wheein?

Moonbyul, now’s the time to find out.

“You seem a little nervous. Don’t worry. So, what are your intentions with my daughter?” Moonbyul asks again.

“Mom, I-” Wheein started, only to be cut of by Hyejin, who was standing in front of her instead of sitting across from Moonbyul.

“I, Ahn Hyejin, do ask that I may take you, Jung Wheein, daughter of Moon Buylie and Kim Yongsun, out on a date. My intentions are pure and simple. I wish to try this and see if maybe, just maybe, I can make you mine. Of course, you are your own person and are free to say no. But… If you want, and if your mothers allow, we could be more than just friends from here on out,” Hyejin vows, looking only into Wheein’s eyes the whole time.

Something like that… That is all it took for Yongsun, the softer one of the two moms, to be entirely sold on Hyejin. She’s so like Moonbyul, who has finally changed expressions since Hyejin arrived at their home.

“Hyejin, please step back away from my daughter,” she says, getting up from her own seat. Hyejin does as is told and Moonbyul walks right over to her. “I will allow you take her out, and possibly date her. I’ll let you know that if you hurt her, you’ll have to deal with me. You don’t want that. But first,” Moonbyul takes a pause to look Hyejin once over before reaching her hand out.

'Hand shake? Why would she want a hand shake?’ Hyejin thinks to herself before reaching for the outstretched hand, hesitantly at first but she gives the hand a firm shake.

Both Wheein and Yongsun gasp at this small gesture.

“Byul, are you sure?” Yongsun asks worriedly.

“Yes,” Moonbyul answers firmly, not looking away from Hyejin, who is still confused.

“Really, mom? Like for real?” Wheein says like an excited puppy.

“For real, Wheepup,” Moonbyul lets go of Hyejin’s and looks over to her daughter.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh-”

“Wheein! What’s going on?” A very, very confused Hyejin asks, breaking Wheein’s celebration.

“It’s the Byul Blessing,” Yongsun tells her.

“Okay… And what is that?”

“I’ll tell you later. Let’s go before she takes it back,” Wheein says, grabbing Hyejin by the hand and rushing to the front door.

“Have fun, you two,” Yongsun calls from the living room.

“Have her back by 10. And don’t go doing anything that involves less clothing than what you have on now,” Moonbyul adds, voice softer and more playful than it was before.

“Mom!” Wheein groans, Hyejin laughing by her side. The two exit the house and walk to the motorcycle that waits in drive way.

“Can you explain to me what exactly is a 'Byul Blessing’? I’m so confused,” Hyejin says, handing Wheein a helmet she had stored in her bike.

“It’s like a seal of approval. But it’s a bigger deal than just that. My mom doesn’t just hand them around like that. She usually takes forever before she believes someone is enough for it. I mean she’s pretty easy to impress, she always sees the good in people and hopes for the best from everyone, but the Byul Blessing is bigger than her just liking you,in general,” Wheein explains. “It means she likes you enough to allow her into her family.”

“Uhh…Don’t think I’m stupid or anything but I’m still confused,” Hyejin admits, placing her helmet on.

“Basically, you’re family, now. She’ll respect and treat you as her own daughter, something she otherwise wouldn’t do. Even if we were like married or something,” Wheein said putting her helmet on as well.

“Married? I’d say we’re a long way away from that,” Hyejing teases.

“Uhh… Umm… I just meant-”

“I know what you meant. You’re just cute when you’re flustered… Wheepup.”

“Ooh, I was hoping you didn’t catch that.”

“Oh, I caught it. It’s cute and, like, is totally you. You are as hyper as a freaking puppy.”

“Hey, you about to take this puppy out on a date. So hurry up, before my moms change their minds.”

“I doubt they will. I am the best person anyone will ever meet,” Hyejin says smugly, hoping on her bike. Wheein just shrugs before getting on the bike. “You didn’t disagree.”

“I didn’t agree, either. Hurry up before I change my mind.”

“Bossy. I like it,” Hyejin said, starting up the motorcylce. “Hold on tight.”

Commissioned by @roosterteethshit for NaNoWriMo!

•Please do not use/edit/repost commissioned artwork.

ok you know that ‘make the princess laugh and you can have her hand in marriage’ thing?

imagine so many come in.

they try, so hard, to make her laugh.

she just sits there, morose, ignoring every man who tries to coax a smile.

one day she’s sitting on the balcony. she just looks so sad.

of course that little thief tries to make her smile.

a girl who goes through the (semi public) royal gardens every day to pick flowers, even though technically only the royal family is allowed to do that. 

she sees the princess while she’s picking them up to sell on the streets, and she’s just… so sad. this princess needs someone to cheer her up.

and she tries. she’ll do silly dances when she comes in, she’ll bring up frogs from ponds and act out comedies, she’ll make flower crowns and exaggerate just how hard it is.

the first few days, the princess doesn’t even look at her.

then she starts noticing. this girl, trying so hard to cheer her up. she probably hasn’t even heard of the hand in marriage thing, she doesn’t know she’s trying so hard for nothing.

but she does it anyway.

one day, the princess starts talking to her as she does these things. “You do know that it’s useless?”

“What?” the thief says. “No way! I’m going to get you to laugh!”

“The best jesters in the kingdom have tried, don’t bother,” the princess declared pessimistically, staring down at the girl.

Then the thief puffs out her chest, “Of course I am! I’ll find the best jokes, even better than the jesters have found! I’ll… fight a fire breathing dog for them!”

There’s no laugh, but the corner of the princess’s mouth twitches. it’s sad how she thinks she can make me laugh…

the girl keeps trying, for years, making more silly stories and trading flowers for jokes rather than food or money. the princess slowly realizes the girl is getting closer and closer, asking her for responses in knock knock jokes and encouraging her to speak when she wouldn’t respond immediately.

the princess eventually had the girl hanging from her balcony, holding on tight to the rail and feet wedged between the columns, grinning and telling yet another iteration of that already old chicken joke.

the princess has been smiling, slightly, but she mostly just looks unresponsive. the girl is happy, it’s better than looking so sad, like she had been years before.

the girl moves on to puns, pointing at the exotic lunch the princess was eating. “Why do the melons have to go to get married? They cantaloupe!”

“You only know that word because of me,” the princess snarks, but there’s a small smile there, a bit of happiness. This little flower girl, this thief has grown into an amazing friend, a wonderful person who genuinely just wants to help. she doesn’t know of the deal, only nobles and jesters could know, not the commonfolk.

“Well, it makes quite the pun,” the girl says, proud of her joke. a smile! what an accomplishment!

“Say…” she continued, “What would you call a princess who got swept up in conversation a thief?” she pulled a flower out of her pocket, waving it in front of the princess’s face. the princess’s eyes crossed to see the flower before they rolled at the obvious setup.

though, it was interesting that it obviously involved them.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, sighing in preparation for another horrible pun. “What?”

the girl grinned. “A pretty theft!” she exclaimed, ticking the flower against the princess’s nose.

the princess froze for a moment, stunned. she had been complimented a million times over, called graceful by etiquette instructors, been called beautiful by many a suitor, been called wonderful by her mother before… she stopped thinking about that. 

she had never been called pretty.

she burst into laughter at the commonplace compliment, as if she was some sort of milkmaid who had somehow grown up to be good looking! it was ridiculous, the notion, yet somehow it had her blushing all the same.

then she suddenly stopped, realizing what she’d done.

the flower thief was staring at her in amazement, a blush of her own speckling her cheeks. her flower tilted out from in front of the princess’s nose, as if it had it’s own amazement.

“Wow…” the girl breathed. she’d never heard something so beautiful in her life.

The princess was silent, knowing what she had just done. She had just laughed for the first time in years.

The girl may not have been aware of the arrangement, but she was quickly swept up in it. A maid had heard the laughter and burst in, to find the thief and the princess, caught up in each other’s eyes, reveling in what had just happened.

The wedding was beautiful, a flower filled affair, a wonderful nod to how it happened. The king was so happy to see his daughter with someone who made her smile for once, tearing up as they were wed.

The princess’s laugh was still incredibly rare. She still had a hard time smiling. But a well timed joke from the girl– no, her wife– and another flower that had a hidden meaning behind it, than maybe, maybe you would hear it.

After all, the princess had finally laughed with the one she loved.

fucking adorable I’m going to punch something

Electron microscope video of a needle on a vinyl record.

H O W 

like you can tell me all you want how the sound is stored in the grooves but fucking H O W 

HOW DOES THAT GET INTO THE NEEDLE

HOW ARE THE VIBRATIONS TURNED INTO MUSIC THAT YOU CAN HEAR???

H O W

The vibrations aren’t “turned into” music, they are music. When vibrations occur inside your inner ear, your brain processes this as sound.

The grooves in a record are an analogy for these vibrations, a method of remembering them so that they can be recreated later on. 

Put your hand on a speaker while loud music is playing and you’ll feel the vibrations. Those are exactly the same vibrations happening inside your ear when you hear the music. 

But how do you capture that? 

Take a surface that vibrates strongly when a sound is played, like the skin of a drumhead for example. Connect that surface to a little tool - when sound causes the surface to vibrate, the tool digs a little bit into some wax, leaving behind a pattern that matches - in proportion - the vibrations of the surface caused by the sound. This is your analogy (hence: analog music). 

Now, when there’s no sound playing, you run that little tool back over the pattern. This causes the skin to vibrate again, this time in response to the tool running over the pattern instead of because of an external sound. The vibrations should match, proportionally, the original vibrations of the music.. and thus these new vibrations, if you were to amplify them, would be a recreation or “recording” of the original music. 

That’s oversimplified of course and things have changed a lot since the days of wax, but that is very basically how the process of recording music worked at first, and the general idea of how sound gets from a groove in a record into your brain. 

(reblogging for Disparition commentary) 

Thank you Science side of tumblr

I hugely appreciate people taking to the time explain stuff like this, as it helps put an end to the “wow, science is magic!” trope that’s become far too common.