#Please tell me it's not a trick...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't Wormy About Me.

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[dcbatbitches]

Consider, Cassandra Cain does lion dance.

[if-i-eated-soaps]

[pencap]

By Sylvie (j.p.)

[facelessfinest]

Currently like an hour and a half into Ghost Trick and I'm already completely convinced that "Sissel" isn't actually the real Sissel, he just assumed the first body he saw was his, the same way Lynne briefly took on the form of inspector dance pants after her second death before "Sissel" corrected her.

Im like 90 percent certain Ray of Light is the real Sissel.

[gible-nible]

That ghost be tricking

[epiclamer]

Cat’s 3K Series

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part six

Part Six

Fuck that.

Admittedly, their first reaction when the villain had slammed the door on their face, was to break down into a hysterically sobbing mess. But when their rational brain kicked into gear, Hero realized this type of reaction was Villain’s way of self-sabotage.

A small detail that divided the two so strongly when it came to their personalities.

Hero would always take the distraction, they would always choose the quick-pleasure over facing their fears and they would run from the darkness until their body gave out. Something they knew all too well about themselves.

Contrarily, Villain was nothing like that. Opposites attract, right? Villain shut down, they shut everything down. Sealing themselves off from their supports and burning the bridges it had taken them so long to make. When they were faced with a problem, they would always go in alone. Hero could only imagine the guilt they carried around believing their brother’s pain was their fault.

It was meant as a means of protection, maybe for themselves, maybe for the ones around them, but all it ever really did was hurt. Even more so than it would if Villain would accept help from others, but Hero was beginning to realize just how afraid the villain was of doing just that.

They couldn’t blame them.

As gingerly as possible, Hero had somehow managed to slip back on their torn suit without reopening any of their wounds. A brief surge of pride swelled in their chest and an image of them boasting to the villain about their feat flashed across their mind, an overwhelming wave of sadness following suit at the idea of never seeing them again.

Hero shook their head, dizzying themselves as they clutched to a nearby wall for support. This was either the stupidest or smartest decision they had ever made, they hadn’t decided yet.

Zipping up the back, fixing their hair from their bloodied face and Hero was ready to go. Worrying the thought of Villain pushing them away, again and again. They just had to focus; they needed one last chance.

Arriving at the outskirts of Supervillain’s base, Hero still hadn’t managed to conjure a plan. They had instead, avoided passing out, throwing up and bleeding out, to make up for their lack of responsibility going into this.

Truth be told; Hero had no idea what to expect or what they were walking in on. With their overexerted body, they couldn’t hurt a fly let alone a supervillain. Hero was oh so royally fucked.

All in the name of love, if it could even be called that. Villain could be using the other’s naivety and Hero would be completely clueless, strolling into the lair of a supervillain singsonging a feverish, lovesick delusion.

But if Villain really did love them the way it felt, if Villain really did want this future… Hero wasn’t going to risk the loss.

Not when they were so close.

Scoping the place out had been the easiest part yet, an unattended back door sat unlocked and Hero couldn’t believe their luck when they strolled in to see an empty corridor. Maybe this was all a trap, Villain had conjured this fake trauma to rid themselves of the hero and now that they were here… They didn’t want to think about it.

Getting in their own head would be a fatal mistake at this stage in their plan, not that they had one, but overthinking hindered all other senses making them more vulnerable than ever, they couldn’t risk that—

A strong hand clasped over Hero’s mouth and another wrapped around their waist, pulling them with such a force that they were practically thrown into an empty storage room. Speak of the devil. Hero groaned, trying to steady themselves on shaking legs and pulsing wounds.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing.”

Hero’s demeanour brightened when they recognized the villain’s voice through their hazy brain. They looked up and sure enough their lover’s face was there, unhappy as ever, but so ridiculously gorgeous. “Villain~”

They pushed themselves towards the other, hopelessly trying to close the gap between them, longing for one more touch, but Villain stopped them. “No. No, no, no, I told you to leave. I told you to get out of here before they got you too and—”

“Villain, love—”

“Don’t call me that.” The criminal looked on the verge of tears, held back by a mask that had kept every piece of them together for years. Finally, there was a crack in their armour. “Not after you pull something like this.”

Hero took a deep breath, masking their pain behind a clenched jaw and straining muscles. “Villain, I came to help. You need my help.”

“I don’t need anything from you.”

They swallowed, this was going to be harder than they thought.

“Please just listen to me—”

“Why should I listen to you when you couldn’t listen to me.” Villains hands shook by their side as they tried to keep their voice low. Alerting unwanted attention would be a death sentence this deep into Supervillains base and their brother— “This is more than some fantasy you’ve created in your head, this is my family at risk, this is you at risk. You are risking everything by being here right now.”

Villain choked back on their shaking voice, taking a silent moment to remember how to breathe before they made anymore of a fool of themselves. Being this pathetic, this weak. Supervillain would definitely burn the lesson into their defenceless sibling, making them pay for the villain’s own mistakes. How could they have been this weak…

When their eyes could meet the hero’s again without acid burning their throat and the relentless stinging in their nose, Villain could see just how terrible they looked. Blood crusted into their suit, fresh red stains only growing, the way they swayed their head from side to side—most definitely involuntarily—and how their skin seemed to glow with a sickly green undertone.

Both of their bloodshot eyes met, both of them red with tears for different reasons but that didn’t mean they didn’t understand the other’s pain. Hence, both situations weren’t foreign ones when it came to one another.

They weren’t strangers anymore.

One couldn’t be a stranger with someone after learning their most vulnerable secrets or after seeing them in tears over things they never let light shed on.

“Please, don’t be mad at me… I just want to help.”

Countless times they had been pushed away, just this once Hero begged for the villain’s change of heart. In hindsight it shouldn’t have worked, Villain’s cold facade and uncaring mind should’ve shut them down all over again, but they hesitated and Hero didn’t need to wait for them to question it any longer.

“We’re going to get your brother out of here and then we’re going to move to another country together, alright?” As softly as possible, Hero leaned in, placing their shaking hands on Villains hips and pressing their lips together. They didn’t want to push it, but Villain took their initiative and kissed back in a way that sent sparks down the hero’s spine.

They were together again, as one. One w(hole).

God, Hero could never be serious when it came to situations of which they were nervous.

“Together…” Villain whispered, centring the hero’s attention, breathless while tears flowed freely down their cheeks. Hero’s grimy fingers smeared tracks of blood against their skin in an effort to wipe the tracks. “Promise me that if everything turns to shit that you’ll run. You won’t look back, you’ll just go and change your name and start a new life without ever returning to this place.”

Hero wanted to promise, they wanted to reassure the villain in the ways they knew they had never been comforted before. But this was one of the only things they couldn’t promise, not even if it alleviated all of their lover’s worries. Hero wouldn’t leave their side if it cost them their life.

“You know I can’t do that.” Their foreheads touched for a moment of peace, Hero closed their eyes and imagined laying in bed with the villain like this. Feeling their warmth through the sheets and the sun speckle their face.

“I can’t lose you too.” Villain’s voice was pained again, like they were picturing Hero’s cold, dead body on the pavement and it wouldn’t leave their head.

“And you won’t.” Thankfully, the criminal’s eyes were closed tight enough that they didn’t see the twisted grimace of pain Hero sported as they jostled their barely healed wounds again. “Are you ready?”

Villain smiled, eyes opening with unconvincing ease and they nodded. Pecking Hero’s lips one more time before they let go, ready to face the monster behind it all, but most of all ready to move on;

Together.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I have a question. What's your pronouns? I can't financially support you at the moment, but i love your stuff so I almost always reblog. I've been using they/them. Is that OK?

Support can still be sharing my stuff! I always appreciate that.

I’m fine with any pronouns. To be honest I feel mostly devoid of gender so I really don’t care what pronouns people use. She/they is most common and that’s just fine.

In one meeting a teammate he/him’d me and I was very ambivalent. The only thing I dislike are gendered female terms, like daughter/sister/aunt and it pretty much never comes up online.

[mooseghost]

Me playing Apollo Justice after the Phoenix Wright Trilogy:

Okay but how will I love these new characters as much as Phoenix and Maya and the gang :(

Me playing Great Ace Attorney after the Apollo Justice Triolgy:

Okay but how will I love these new characters as much as Phoenix and Maya and the gang and also Apollo and Athena and the gang :(

Me playing Ghost Trick after Great Ace Attorney:

Okay but how will I love these new characters as much as Phoenix and Maya and the gang and also Apollo and Athena and the gang and also Ryunosuke and Susato and

[ghost-trick-heritage-posts]

WOOP WOOP WE'RE FINALLY OPEN

Hello everyone! Glad to announce we finally have a heritage posts blog! Saw we had an open spot of litterally nobody filling this niche so I decided to fill it! Hurrah!

Expect posts to trickle in throughout the coming weeks and feel free to go ahead and submit your favorite posts! Can't wait to see them

Also to properly tag this as ghost trick here's the banner I drew for this blog because I am proud of it

Tagging other heritage blogs under the cut

@layton-heritage-posts @aceattorneyheritageposts

^ I feel as though you two need to be tagged the most. We're like. some weird triangle. We've completed the triangle. Yippee.

Actually now that I think about it I am unsure if there's other heritage blogs that accept getting tagged about new heritage blogs. If there are any please let me know.

[missattau]

im fearless now, but it cost my soul

[benevolenterrancy]

Hey! Just got a quick question. If tumblr were to disappear tomorrow, which app/platform would you go to?

ain't that the fucking question

At the moment, I have no plans of going anywhere (frankly I've tried other platforms and nothing works for me quite the way that tumblr does) but if I do decide to migrate I'll definitely make a bunch of posts about it so people know. I have people I'd prefer not to leave behind if I can help it...

I've seen a few different names bandied about (cohost? bluesky?) but I know literally nothing about any of them and won't be attempting to learn unless under extreme duress _(>﹏<｡ゝ∠)

If the hypothetical digital apocalypse happened and tumblr disappeared and I needed to migrate IMMEDIATELY, you'd find me over on Pillowfort under BenevolentErrancy, probably. It is literally completely empty, but I made it Just In Case back when tumblr first enacted the Porn Ban and things looked rocky for a hot minute

[waspgrave]

Bless the ‘Drawing or writing smut to rediscovering creative’ pipeline. I’m actually drawing again all bc I wanted to write my wife 10k words of our dnd ocs banging

[astridthevalkyrie]

watched the johanna death scene I hate regina and cora I hate regina and cora I hate regina and cora—

[graveyardrabbit]

"Trick or treat" - Sharpie

Sharpie, you are getting all the kitty treats you want forever

[astrhae]

you like six of crows, yes? I read your prince wesper fic. Very good! Sink teeth into and shake like dog, ecstatically

akskdksksd like is an understatement --- very glad you liked that fic, please enjoy a scene that i originally planned to be in an epilogue chapter of it, but is now the opening of my wesper regency au:

“Do you know how you looked?” Jesper slammed the door shut with Wylan’s back. Wylan grinned up at him, the force of it sending his masquerade piece askew, the dove’s mask clattering to the floor. He knew how he looked: ruby necklace dripping down his collar, sapphire-blue sash a contrast cutting across his chest. The white kefta Nina had tailored for him flared around his waist, giving him almost the silhouette of a dress, with a neckline dipping low enough to straddle the edge of scandalous, and boots heeled high enough that his lips could brush easily along the curve of Jesper’s jaw. “Kaz told me to make an entrance,” Wylan licked his lips. Shy and bold all at once, “I think I did alright.”