#I swear I’ll finish it

[madmonroe]

Kill me, another wip. Why do I… why he gotta be lookin at me like that??? Lol

9 Apr ‘23 ~ Mad

[skiitter]

Is Darker Blue abandoned?

No, I’m just goin thru it rn and my interest in Dramione has waned. It’ll come back, it always does. All that remains is the final chapter and the epilogue and I’m hoping to do them both at once and publish in one go. I’m sorry it’s taking me ages >< life is just very hectic and because I’m doing nanowrimo, it’s eating up the time I set aside for writing.

[perplexingly]

Been thinking how interesting it is that in the first game, Edgeworth started showing vulnerability almost the instant that we meet him, while we almost never see Phoenix vulnerable - instead we see him trying to take responsibility for everyone he meets. Taking this into consideration, I think Phoenix would take a bit of coercing before letting anyone help him during the 7 year gap

Something like this

[goldnightshaade]

WIP

[screamingsnowflakeart]

💣🐱

[ricky-mortis]

So- Spytown?

I’m in love with this au so much

Inspired by @dxppercxdxver ‘s Spies Are Forever/Hadestown AU. Also by @szollibisz incredible, just out of this world art, and @smytherines many, many text posts about it from the past few days.

[glassrooibos]

Cheeky sneak peak at a bad kids piece?! Fantasy high was the first ever dimension 20 show I ever watched, I can’t believe I’ve never drawn them before.

[scvlly]

I finally caved and drew some shae’zel… I love them *so much*. I’m reading every fic in the tag like it’s my goddamn job.

[llumimoon]

Shoutout to the @kaseyskat and the Oakvale server for feeding into my Noodle (Doodler Normal) thoughts 😌

Sometimes ur teenage angst moment leads you to willingly get possessed by an eldritch god and you accidentally end up paralleling ur family’s past mistakes <3

[cryptidkey]

chuuya because his birthday is so soon!! /nf

Drawing his hair causes me grief and joy simultaneously

[wynandcore]

The “prodigal son” 😁

[rainsbravery]

They are my absolute favorite losers OH MY GOD

[miranita]

this sketch alone is making me want to draw a whole comic about them

[snarkks]

I AM BACK ON MY FIRE EMBLEM FATES BULLSHIT

[unfinishedslurs]

soulmarks (stobin)

Robin is born with bruises on her knees. 

Her parents tell the story all the time. We were so worried, they say, but the doctors told us it was normal. Her soulmate must have just been learning to walk. That poor boy must have been quite the adventurer, the bruises never ceased! 

As she gets older, the odd marks keep showing up. On her hips, her arms, her shins. She’s sure she’s leaving her fair share of marks on them, too. They’re clumsy, both of them. 

When she’s eight, a set of fingers are clear around her wrist. Her parents look at each other sadly and murmur about things Robin doesn’t quite understand. 

They ask her to tell them if she ever gets a mark like that again. None ever appear. Their relief is obvious. 

Her mother sits her down. “When you meet your soulmate,” she tells Robin, “make sure he knows he is always welcome in our home.”

Robin thought it would be obvious. What’s hers is theirs, after all, and vise versa. Two halves of the same soul.

As she gets older, the idea rakes at her. Make sure he knows, her mother said. He is always welcome. 

She doesn’t know if it would be the same, if her soulmate was a girl. They have to be. After all, Robin is realizing, there’s no way her soulmate is a boy. 

When she’s fifteen, bruises appear on her face and knuckles and her mother shrieks at the sight of her. Robin just sits, quietly reeling. Girls don’t get in fights like this, she thinks numbly. Girls don’t…

That evening, three gashes scar across her body. Somehow she already knows they’ll be permanent. She cries herself to sleep. 

She keeps her head down, and barely even hears about the fight Steve Harrington got into with Jonathan Byers. It doesn't matter. She’s got bigger concerns than Steve Harrington. 

Things are quiet for the next year. Hardly any bruises, which makes her happy and upset in equal measure. She doesn’t know why the universe would do this to her. Why would it give her someone she can never fall in love with? Maybe the universe is homophobic, she thinks, but doesn’t laugh. It sure fucking feels like it. 

She tries to leave less bruises on them, too, as an avoidance technique. It doesn’t work. She’s got soccer practice, and marching band, and she runs into a pole when a pretty girl smiles at her across the street. Dammit. 

November comes back around, and with it, new marks. 

They’re awful. 

It starts out with a couple of scratches that look similar to the three from last year that she still wears. Then her mom has to watch, horrified, as new bruises appear on her face. When she pulls her shirt up, they’re on her ribs. Worse than they’ve ever been. 

She pretends to be too sick to go to school for the two days it takes for them to fade, to avoid the questions and the gossip. Last year was bad enough, after someone started a rumor her soulmate was in a gang. 

Something that doesn’t fade is the thin scar along her hairline. She pulls her hair down to cover it, and swears quietly at whoever the universe decided to gift her. 

(She worries about them all the time.)

[paotulip]

The fruity four my beloved 🍉🍎🍌🍊 (I love gay people)