I Realized I Hadnt Posted The Birth Of The Sun Here, The Very Beginning Of The Celestial Somebody Story!

I realized I hadnt posted the birth of the sun here, the very beginning of the Celestial Somebody story! The first few pages are very scruffy and the colours change midway lol.

Welcome to the Universe, Sun!

Was anybody going to tell me that I can finally throw hands with the magic boar, or was I just supposed to find out I can do that by myself?

Sometimes things would just pile up until one thing triggers an explosion that will make me sink into a mess of emotions.

Those times I will say and think bad things about myself. Things I won't believe in their entirety two hours later. I will be angry, I will cry and I will be wrong.

In those moments, let me cry. Let me get the poison out. Eventually I'll start thinking logically again and will manage to convince myself that all those horrible things I thought about myself aren't the truth.

I will build myself back up again. But to do that without this structural collapse happening again in the future, I will first need to get that rotten wood away. I will need to break a few things, pull out a few rusty nails that are holding the planks in place.

I will need to look at the emptyness left behind and wonder, how could I ever fill it out again. I will immediately want to rebuild the place in the same shape it was, with the same type of wood. I would want to make it familiar once again. But even though I may try, it will never be the same.

But after the grief of losing this familiarity lessens, I will look at the new wood and think that, hey, it's actually pretty good looking. And hey, this one thing would absolutely fit alongside it. And so there will be a new familiar. A safer (healthier) familiar.

But to do all of that, I will need to get the poison out first.

Don't try polishing the wood. Don't try to convince me the wood can be fixed. Don't try filling up those holes. You don't live here. You can't fix this place when you don't know how it was built and how I spend my everyday here.

I know those creaks, those holes in the walls, those creepy stairwells. They know me too. They trust me to keep them in a good condition. Let me do that.

Just be ready with a snack for me when the rot is out. Keep me hydrated while I rebuild this place. Everything else will come later.

merlin has more strength than me bc if I heard uther pendragon bitch and moan about how magic only brings harm after I just saved his sons life for the ten billionth time that year with my magic and almost died yet again, I fear id accidentally turn him into a log

Damian walks up for the first time in his brand new school , his teacher by his side, he watches the other children playing. They run after each other and grab shoulders and arms.

"ADOPTED !" Yells one boy.

Quite suprise, Damian asks:

"What are they playing ?"

The teacher cringes hard but finds no good way to say it.

"Ehm....Bruce Wayne and the orphans...?"

Me looking at my cat begging me for food for the umpteenth time:

You are so cute. But so annoying.

And you're beginning to become very expensive.

But you're cute...

But you woke me up at 5am today.

But--