A really big post of just my star rail doodles (more below)

HATSUNE MIKU IS THAT YOU???

I didn’t have enough strength to translate, sorry “x)

(but the essence of the comic is that the Conductor invited Peacock to star in his next movie about the train robbery)

buying groceries: hmmm this food and supplies I need for living is 3 dollars… that’s kinda steep. Don’t really wanna do that…

gambling: oooh who’s a hungry slot machine ooh you want another twenty dont you nomnomnomnom

GODDAMN TYSON HEESE

writer’s block (dry) = no desire to write, no ability to write (bearable)

writer’s block (wet) = HUGE desire to write, no ability to write (very evil)

I am fading

away

slowly ☆

“i liked it before it was cool” well i liked it AFTER it was cool when everyone abandoned it

STOP the fucking song and back it up to the start we didn't think about the right thing at the right time our head music video is all messed up what the fuck guys come on

mb i should work on my twt acc once again and fight my laziness. how long will i last tho.

how to get closer to ppl-

am i that social awkward even online.

es: reaction & verdict.

a short work with milgram's supervisor. hope you will like it! art is by lichi-rin on tumblr.

dark red curtains do not allow the "morning light" — in fact, it is only an imitation of it in the form of a white screen — to penetrate into the prison guard's room. gray walls with a pattern of scarlet geometric shapes (there are rhombuses, polygons, and in general, who knows what. a dubious design solution), an antique chandelier that hangs from the ceiling, costs about like your most important organs — and it is likely that several copies will be required. its diamond "drops" gently swing from side to side. climb higher, take a closer look at them — and you will see yourself in different colors.

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first of all, you will plunge into the icy blue. endless ocean, not a soul around. under the water there are no small fish tickling your feet, nor jellyfish, from which your light, almost pale and smooth skin, like the hero of a fairy tale, has suffered more than once. deathly silence brings you pleasure until you start gradually going crazy. where is anything, anyone? "i gotta swim to the island, relax, and then call for help — you plan, think and swim in an unknown direction. — yes, my disappearance will surely be noticed. they will find and save me. i'm going to be everyone's favorite for a while, aren't I? they will worry, hold my hand tightly, bring cocoa with marshmallows, measure the temperature with kisses on the forehead. they will finally pay attention to me." but your strength is already running out, the sun has risen and hidden behind the horizon countless times, and you row diligently, striving for happiness and the realization of one dream. salty, with a strange pungent taste, water gets into the mouth, flows into the ears and nose. instead of a living person, there are bubbles, dozens, hundreds of bubbles; instead of a melodious voice, the desperate cries of a poor and useless child are heard. it would seem that nothing could be better than giving him a helping hand, showing sincere kindness to a person dancing on the verge of life and death? apparently, this only strengthened his faith in the correctness of his own beliefs. the poor soul will have to drown himself again. how ironic.

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blink now, wanderer, and tell me, what shade have surroundings taken on? a warm orange that awakens a nostalgic spark in your soul and happy memories of the past, carefree and full of hope. you love everything you see: beautiful trees with emerald leaves, a flimsy wooden bridge — how many generations have crossed it? how many nobles and beggars passed through it, how many destinies were intertwined here? — the sun's rays passing through your fingers like a thread, the breeze spoiling your coiffed hairstyle, but caressing your plump cheeks in apology. you love the whole world, and it loves you in return. the catch is that everyone will definitely meet a mortal on their way who can turn into the World for you alone. to be near them is bliss, their voice paves the way to earthly paradise. the very understanding that you have come together, that you complement each other perfectly, makes you perfect. you see beauty in little things, you breathe deeply and rush towards the unknown. you love even more, more, and at the moment of the transition of love into obsession, the irreversible happens. it would seem, is there a better option than to give up these sublime feelings? but if they contain your meaning of life and motivation to continue moving on, then this option, you could say, deprives the essence of existence. undoubtedly, no one tells you to throw yourself off the roof or take pills, but as luck would have it, couples in love will loom around, beaming at the onset of a new day, while you will begin to burden yourself with thoughts that you would never experience this again because your love, deep and passionate, does not fit into such a a small body. you are not worse than them at all, so why are you forced to suffer on the sidelines, hide from people, so as not to accidentally flare up again? it's not fair, not fair!

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— what is, es?

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the warden jumps up from their chair. fell asleep at work, it turns out? right on the prisoners' files. how unprofessional. there is also a witness, what a shame.

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— well? what's bothering you? — jackalope repeated in a calm tone. — tell me.

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"don't worry your head too much. you're the guard, they're prisoners. that's enough."

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— it's all right, — es said, shaking their head. — i overworked, nothing more.

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— is that so? well, take care of yourself from now on, human creature.

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"he specifically said these two last words."

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— i will.

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different stories, different views, different beliefs. different verdicts.

does anyone have the right to make a clear, unambiguous judgment in relation to good people who have embarked on a crooked path?

dk how this works but hope it will.

heyy sei's here (infp, phlegmatic-melancholic) and i'm looking for mutuals! my fandoms are sekai, sonic (i'm still in the process of.... consuming all the media i can but i definitely love it) genshin, ace attorney, milgram, enstars, nijisanji en. i know lots of other things like twisted wonderland, okegom, mad father and so on. there certainly will be something we can talk about!

i love writing! in my native language though. but i'm willing to give it a try and translate some of my works or even start writing in english. that sounds like fun. ♪

guess that's all i can say for now let's be friendsss.

Ace Attorney x Milgram: Haruka