erm... ace attorney au 👍

credit to @totallynotpuri and @sleepiestslooth for the idea :]

good times, for a change (ch. 7)

Rating: Mature Chapter: 7/?  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Single Parents, POV Alternating, Dream is a sculptor, Grief/Mourning, Hallucinations, Hurt/Comfort, Bullying, Descriptions of Violence, Smoking, Drinking

As he slowly drove his Gen 1 Fiat Panda around the driveway, Hob was almost afraid he’d stain the cobblestone with his tires.

“It’s Orpheus and Mr. Murphy,” Robyn exclaimed, pointing to the front of the castle.

Orpheus was waving at them, with a huge smile on his face. He already had his sleepover attire on: fluffy bunny slippers and dark blue pajamas, decorated with stars, clouds, and moons. Behind him stood Morpheus, like the black and regal night sky. Only this time, he didn’t have his coat on. And actually, now that Hob looked closer, he actually had an honest-to-goodness t-shirt on, in the middle of autumn.

(read on ao3)

erm. where do i get rings....

i posted this on another account by accident dont freak out😭

this town? well, lets just say... that we are two very large people. and this town? well, lets just say...

two different kinds of tntduo AUs

Can't get them all outta my head!!!!!!

(Spoilers for seasons 1-2 of TMA) HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!

I got hyperfixated on The Magnus Archives back in November and now I can finally post some fanart for it! Here's my season 1 and 2 dump. I have much more stuff for the later seasons, which I will be posting soon hopefully.

Enjoy my drawings of the Eye's special little boy!!!!!

I’ve been playing regretavator these characters are so cutee!!!

The Giant Demigods with loud semi formal speech have cornered the Goth market

SONIC X SHADOW GENERATIONS AUTUMN 2024

jingyuan

bunny (dog) boy👯

based on this post

update: here's part 2!

do you ever think about how in the day i picked up dazai side b dazai had to lie emotionless and soulless—like a corpse, almost—beside the man that gently brought him in, nursed his injuries, held him while he was in pain? he had to keep those suffocating bandages around his entire face, lest this man gain some sort of recognition for the little boy he saved. he had to lay there curled in the fetal position, bleeding and in pain, perhaps thinking about how, in another life, this man cooked for him, tried to build up his strength. read to him to pass the time while he curled up against him like a child listening to a bedtime story. played cards with him. saw through the heartless mafioso. the ruthless killer. and instead saw a boy.

imagine knowing this man, the man who saved you in more ways than one, was going to die one day all because he knew you. because he reached his hand into the darkness and plaintively, like a small child wanting a parent's touch, you grasped back desperately. imagine thinking all of that while that man is just a stone's throw away, making coffee in the next room just like he used to for you in another life. the scent, although you've never been here before, is reminiscent of home. and the tune he's humming? it's the silent melody that plays through your mind seven years later, for the last time as you fall backward off the building with your arms out like an embrace. but, hey. that man is alive. he's happy, although he never knew you. you can die with no regrets.

Anyone else have a sacred autistic connection to this guy when they were 12