giving myself an idea for a new fic and trying to stealthily open a blank word document but the tiny edna mode that i installed in my brain for exactly this reason immediately wakes up from a dead sleep and begins smacking me over the head with a rolled-up newspaper

Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

What if... Who Killed Markiplier... but it's Ace Attorney Investigations...

"Ace District Attorney Investigations", if you will.

(Everything you see here was drawn by me, with some backgrounds/that one evidence photo being either screenshots from the show, or edits of official photographs of Mythea Castle, where WKM was filmed)

Can you tell I have a favorite design

i am always thinking about that one asura in taimi's lab who, upon not recognizing the commander, snarks something like "oh, i'm sorry, i didn't bring my heroes of tyria flash cards with me today 🙄"

was he just joking or do those exist. heroes of tyria TRADING cards, even???? are children across the realm kicking and biting each other over a holographic trahearne

List of reasons I’ve collected for what could’ve motivated Chosen’s refusal to talk when Victim began questioning him about the animator:

Didn’t talk because he legit doesn’t have an answer

Didn’t talk because he just wants to stay out of anything involving noogai

Didn’t talk because he won’t cooperate with the guy who just beat him into submission, regardless of how he feels toward Alan

Didn’t talk because for all he knows Victim wants to be buddies with noogai and he wouldn’t be too keen on that after Victim had just retraumatized him in a way that would remind him of his enslavement so much

Didn’t talk because he’s buried the hatchet with Alan

Didn’t talk because he wants to protect Orange or the whole color gang, and that means protecting Alan by proxy

Didn’t talk because he wants to protect Rocket from noogai

Didn’t talk because he shut his eyes for the whole interrogation and wouldn’t even look at the paper

… It’s amazing how many differing interpretations can be gleaned from an interaction that’s basically just “look at this picture” “no”

So Psycho!Noah would definitely do something like play the Knife Game, right? It was popular enough around the time, and does fulfill his thrill seeking needs.

And hey, he can even use it to prove to others that he's willing to make things fair. He'll threaten his own safety AS WELL as everyone else's!

(He'd most likely just do it for unnerving others as per usual, but I think it's still interesting to think if he'd genuinely think this would work.)

Psycho!Noah would absolutely play the Knife Game!

Something dangerous and 'luck' based, that puts his own (and other's, potentially) wellbeing at risk, AND it involves sharp objects? It's practically designed to pique his interests! His constant quest for excitement/thrill-seeking would make him a very big fan of things like the Knife Game.

As for proving his fairness; Noah, in his infinite wisdom, would think it'd be a display of fairness and goodwill, but everyone around him just sees it as him being unhinged enough to gamble his own safety in his hunger for violence... which isn't exactly untrue, though it's a heavily exacerbated interpretation of just how stab-happy he is (which he intentionally cultivated, so...).

He could probably rope Duncan into playing with him, by poking at his pride as a "fellow knife haver" by claiming that, for someone who's constantly threatening to stab people, Noah's never seen him actually use a knife for anything but woodcarving. Saying that, he could potentially rope about half of the remaining cast into playing with him just by insulting their egos; Heather, Courtney and Alejandro would never take a challenge to their capabilities sitting down, so they'd join in just to prove how 'skilled' they are.

Now, I want you to imagine the following scenario with me: Noah's hoped the above competitors into playing the Knife Game with him. They all started out trepidly, but as the game continued their respective competitiveness won out over their rational thinking, an they're all pretty invested in the game.

Then Noah kicks it up a notch by speeding up his stabbing tempo.

Slice!

A finger comes straight off, followed immediately by a gushing fountain of blood. Everyone starts screaming, panicking like headless (and in one case fingerless) chickens, whilst Noah's laughing manically to himself as his hand continues to pour litres of blood onto the floor and table, dying everything around him a sticky crimson.

Thanks to her CIT training, Courtney's the most clear-headed in the situation and barks out for someone to retrieve Noah's discarded finger, intending to preserve it for an emergency reattachment. She rushes over to Noah's side, momentarily forgetting her misgivings about getting so close to him, and tries to stop the bleeding by putting pressure on his finger stub.

But. His hand. It's... rubber?

Noah pulls his real arm out of the fake, rubber prosthetic he'd worn over it, waggling his perfectly fine fingers (coated in that same viscous scarlet) to his competitors with a grin.

A beat of silence. Then, outrage.

So I just rewatched episode 5 and I'm absolutely obsessed with the level of flustered Blitzø gets when Striker asks if he "conned that ditzy blueblood into getting you to the surface."

Like...Striker comes in already assuming that Blitzø is a badass con artist. It would have been SO easy and made so much more sense for Blitzø to give a simple affirmative answer - to just go "fuck yeah I did!" and move on. He could've even just stopped at "well, it's long and complicated but the short answer is yes."  

But instead, he went into this whole awkward, completely unnecessary ramble to clarify that the relationship was just transactional when Striker already knew that! Despite Millie calling Stolas Blitzø's boyfriend, Striker clearly didn't need to be convinced of the nature of their relationship. Not only that, he seemed to assume Blitzø was basically the only one even getting anything out of it (hence his using the word "conned"). But then Blitzø, completely unprompted, accidentally calls Striker's high opinion of him into question because he's just that flustered. (And Striker absolutely realizes what's going on - his face goes all surprised when Blitzø starts over-explaining, then goes back to a slightly more smug version of the smile he'd been wearing before).

I just. i love that for one second Blitzø is actually managing to play it cool and then immediately ruins it because he's starting to catch feelings and he's in denial about it.

When Cellbit gets up, he drags himself to the Order. He means to check on Forever, only to find a tear-stained book on an item frame directly infront of the door.

Nervous he collects it, opening it to find an extended passage in Spanish. Thanks to Roier he recognises a few words, enough to send him running for his husband and asking a translation from him.

Translated, the letter reads:

'My son and my husband are gone.

My children have been gone for some days. My husband was asleep in their room when I went to sleep last night. When I woke up this morning I found his hat, and his clothes, and his backpack, but he was gone. I cannot reach him via communicator. He is not in our house.

I have only one lead - the trapdoor to the lower basement is missing, and in it are two new flowers, and a purple box almost full of poppies. I do not have a camera to take you a photography, I am sorry.

I do not know what this means. Philza bought me here to learn what had happened. I hope this means you can learn what happened to him, too.

I am not clever.

I am not strong.

I am not fast.

I am not brave.

I am a stupid, weak, slow coward.

But my husband has been taken.

What I do have is a backpack, a sword, a fishing rod, five hundred slices of avocado toast, and love for my family.

I go south-east. I will die, many, many times. Do not be afraid when you see my death messages - I am already half skeleton. Death cannot keep me. I will just get back up and carry on until my family comes home.

I do not know if this is the right direction - if you find something, my husband trusted you. Roier is my friend, and he trusts you too. So I am trusting you to find him, if I have chosen the wrong direction.

If I never make it back, do not tell him that I loved him - it would be too cruel.

Yours,

MissaSinfonia'

Cellbit knew the gist before it began, he just did not want it to be true.

Two, three days ago he asked for Philza's help, and now the Federation has taken him. Help freely given, but punished none the less.

Cellbit knows it is his fault.

But how does he even begin on making it right?

exhausted health update because I have to rant somewhere lol

So we're ending day 12 of my mysterious right-sided numbness. It's moved from just my torso all the way down my right leg to my toes, so now I'm just hobbling around half numb rip. And now the torso numbness feels like im being vacuum sealed or something, just a horrible tightness and lack that makes it impossible to ignore. Went to the ER the other night and had 2 panic attacks within the span of the several hours I was there, got my bloodwork redone and a cat scan which all came back with a big Nothing on them. They told me I needed an MRI but that I'd have to go through my Primary Care and after I told them my primary wouldnt see me until May they referred me to a new primary not in my network so that's been a dead end rip. So far everyone is pointing at my horrific anxiety as the cause but not one doctor has actually offered me help for the anxiety despite me having the active panic attacks in the office lol. My Primary wont see me for several months despite the severity of my current condition and none of the mental health programs I've reached out to will get back to me so for now I'm just. Existing in this anxiety Ouroboros where my anxiety causes my numbness which causes anxiety which causes numbness. I'm trying stupid home remedies to try and minimize the active anxiety attacks but so far we've just been circling around alternating Holy Basil, Benadryl and literally just drinking Rum and going to sleep, which sure all help my anxiety a little maybe but also make it almost impossible for me to function normally during the day. This is making art difficult so commissions are going slow which is obviously making me more anxious lol. I also am home alone most of the week managing the household, which is made more difficult since right now the numbness in my foot/leg makes it dangerous for me to drive and difficult for me to get around my house to do daily tasks. Idk man I'm just tired as all hell and I seem to vacillate wildly between full anxiety breakdowns and depressive/dissociative episodes. At any rate during the week I'll just be constantly calling and harassing every doctor/therapist I can get a number for trying to find someone who will be able to either address my anxiety directly or can at least get me into an MRI to rule out MS or anything else that ISNT anxiety. I'm going to become the bane of the medical profession for a while. Wish me luck!

🔜🏆 today, ona plays her first ever final with barcelona against her former club levante! levante was ona's last liga f club before her move to man united in 2020 and subsequent return to barça 🏟️🌟

💪 molta força onita! 💪

the dripping from out of frame, the slow turn, the hard cut……horror writers WISH they had a shoujo mangaka’s skill to invoke pure unadulterated dread

[ID: panels from chapter 256 of “yona of the dawn”. in the first panel, zeno stands up; his neck and robes are heavily stained with blood, and some of it is splattered on his cheek; he says, “i tried all i could to die…”. in the next panel, the phonomime “drip” is written twice in the corner, indicating that it’s coming from somewhere out of frame but zeno has yet to react to it. in the following panel, the dripping continues and he turns towards it. in the next panel, which is taking up most of the page, he stares at the source of the sound in horror. the final panel shows the roof of the palace; the sky above it is dark and cloudy, with sunlight beginning to break through the clouds. end ID.]

Me posting things on the fankid blog really do feel like this sometimes

ok heres the thing. i know what it’s like to feel miserable because you’re forcing yourself to engage in spaces that make you feel worthless. i cannot emphasize enough how much that makes a person feel as if they’re worth less than nothing.

so when people hate stede because he left his family, i get really fucking pissed off. mind you, i grew up with one parent, i know what it’s like to be abandoned by a father figure. but jesus christ if it doesn’t boil my goddamn blood to hear that morally elitist argument that forgets that stede is human. at some point, you’re willing to do whatever it takes to just not feel like trash.

it’s the lack of understanding of that desperate state of being that it takes to do something like that that makes me angry i guess. that and i see a lot of myself in stede, so being told that his actions are self-centered and incompetent kinda fucks with me a bit yk yk.

let hootle be the dad

I still can’t believe he told his whole life story to a bug yesterday like that was a thing that happened and I’m wheezing reading back at it