#solace vibes

[artndetails]

[laurellala-comics]

Fun fact! This was the real tipping point that made Edgeworth run away after AA1, they just couldn't show it on screen because they didn't have the rights to Chappell Roan's music <3

(A spiritual successor to my "Hot to Go" joke from this post. Image description under the cut below)

[Image ID: a four page black and white comic of characters from ace attorney.

The Judge stands solemnly at his podium holding a gavel "Mr. Miles Edgeworth, you are on trial for the murder of blah blah blah..."

A cheerful Maya Fey leans over to Miles Edgeworth, who is staring straight ahead and looking very concerned

Maya: "Psst! Mr. Edgeworth! If you win your trial, can I show you Chappell Roan?

Miles: "What the hell, sure." Internally he thinks "Oh God I am going to jail"

A box saying "later" in the top corner of the next panel marks the passage of time.

The Judge smiles as he says "I declare you... Not Guilty!"

We see a full body shot of Maya dancing excitedly while Miles looks on, emotionless

Maya: YIPPEE omg you're going to LOVE this

Miles internally thinks "oh no, the consequences of my actions.

We see Miles standing in between Phoenix Wright and Maya looking apprehensive. Maya beams in excitement, while Nick puts a reassuring hand on Miles' shoulder

Miles: Alright, so what is this exactly?

Nick: She's a pop musician Maya really likes

Maya: You promised you'd let me show you, and it's legally binding because you said it in a court room!

Miles: That is not how the law works Ms. Fey

Maya: Shh just listen!

We see a panel of Miles' pensive face concentrating as he listens to "Hot to Go". He thinks to himself "hm".

Another panel zoomed in more. His pensive expression has grown more tense/confused as he listens to "Red Wine Supernova". he again thinks to himself "Hm" in a larger thought bubble.

We zoom out again to see Nick, Miles, and Maya standing together again. Miles stares forward blankly, eyebrows raised. Maya excitedly leans in.

Maya: Ok, that's her whole discography. So! What did you think?

Nick looks at him, waiting for his response

We get a panel of Miles, looking bewildered. He starts to speak "I..."

We cut again to see the three of them standing together.

Miles: I... don't think I like women?

Miles looks shocked and confused. Nick is bent over laughing, using a hand on Miles's shoulder to support himself. Maya looks outraged and appalled!

Maya: MR. EDGEWORTH! Just because you don' like her musi it doesn't give you an excuse to be sexist!

We see a panel of Miles looking stressed and confused. He leans his head on one of his hands, which messes up his hair, showing how he isn't his normal put together self.

Miles: I should rephrase that. What I mean is, Ms. Roan is clearly VERY assured in her feelings towards women. I was... unaware that anyone felt that strongly. I thought we all viewed these things with a vague sense of distaste and unease but collectively ignored it. Like how we do with climate change.

We zoom out again to see the three of them. Miles stands in the middle looking deeply uncomfortable and lost in thought, vibrating with unease. Nick and Maya exchange deeply concerned glances across from him.

With lingering unease, Miles begins to walk away.

Miles: Well, I should be going then. Goodnight.

Nick hesitantly raises a finger to point out an inaccuracy in that statement

Nick: It's four in the afternoon-

he gets interrupted by Miles who repeats firmly: I said Goodnight

Nick looks in the direction Miles walked off in.

Nick: ...He'll be ok, right?

Maya reassures him: Of cours Nick! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

Jump cut to a closeup of Nick's hand holding Miles' letter which reads Miles Edgeworth chooses death in all caps. Then, below in smaller font, it says Also femininomenon was really good, thanks.

We see a panel of Nick glaring wordlessly at Maya as he holds the letter in his hand. Maya leans against the wall and looks away, whistling, trying to look innocent to avoid blame.

As a bonus, we also have a page that takes place a year later. Miles and Nick stand talking. Miles looks calmer now, and Nick smiles encouragingly.

Miles: In my time in Europe, I've been examining myself and my approach to law. Ultimately, the most important focus must be justice. We owe it to ourselves and to the people we serve

Nick: Wow, that's really inspiring Edgeworth. And, uh, hows the... the other thing going?

We get a zoomed in panel of Miles glaring menacingly at a suddenly nervous Nick

Jumping out again, Miles turns his back to Nick as he continues to talk

Miles: So as I was saying, justice is truly so important...

Nick nervously rubs the back of his neck wearing an awkward expression as he sweats nervously. He thinks to himself internally "Ooookay then, clearly still working through some things there"

/.End ID]

[random3-doom]

happy (very early) valentines day, here's a quick doodle for funnsies

[aroaceleovaldez]

my new hot take is that the Ramones shirt was actually Will's and Nico just stole it

[yellow-dejavu]

[tubes-the-ann]

Continuing this post with the OC lore. Not drawn here because I dunno how to convey it but sometimes the Visitor would intentionally get into the same bomb strapped diving suit as the expendables and do business for fun. Since she can't die via normal means, it became kind of a pass-time activity down in the blacksite. Sebastian is not amused.

I heard you won't be able to climb him anymore, if it's true then it's kinda sad lol

[pestopastaenjoyer]

anyways. au but not rlly au where it’s late 1940s-early 1950s venice and nico is a university student studying literature. he lives with his single mother maria + his engaged sister bianca and he has an objectively good and cushy life for post-ww2 europe even if his family is desperate to set him up with someone like they did w bianca. he starts having weird dreams about living a life he surely hasn’t experienced and the number 1,995 keeps on recurring day-to-day. as it turns out this is our nico placed on an alternate theoretical timeline by a malevolent being (nyx strikes back perhaps) who erased his memories SoN-style. he’s aided by a plucky girl in one of his classes who may or may not be hemera (goddess of the day, nyx’s daughter who is not on good terms w mommy) and together they try to get nico back to his own place on the timeline

[artndetails]

a moment dipped in gold

[intricate-ritualz]

nico: we should make out.

will: we are in a literal cemetery rn.

nico: yes? and?

will: we are surrounded by dead people.

nico: what are they gonna do? watch us?

will: i feel like that’s a valid concern with you around?

[saydesole]

Just a girl who loves sunsets 🌞 and ocean waves🌊

Source INSTAGRAM: Girlchill_sunset

[bugwolfsstuff]

You can pry Will taking Nico to see Hadestown and Nico being suspicious at first because of the name but falling in love the moment the trumpets start playing from my cold dead HANDS

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Leo: Babe, please let me stay-

Nico, with Will cuddling him: Babe, Will and I want alone time

Leo: But, babe-

Nico: It has to be done, babe

Nico *sends an army of dead after Leo*

Leo, running away: BABEEEEEEE

[wakkoroni]

I want y’all to imagine Nico, after the battle of manhattan, all alone, roaming around and being homeless pretty much. He probably did some stuff to stay alive/ did some stupid stuff cause he was a) young and alone and innocent and b) IN THE WRONG CENTURY

Imagine like Nico revealing the shit he’s done to like the seven (plus Will but I feel like Will would already know)

Nico: yeah so like I learned the “don’t take candy from strangers” the hard way

Percy; what the fuck does that mean

Nico: um so after the battle of manhattan went down and I left, things have changed in society that I didn’t know about. And the fact that I was in a whole different continent didn’t help either. So uh in the 1930s, it was all talk about how the future was going to be great and how everyone’s problems will be solved

Percy: yeah?

Nico: right so uh I’m walking down the New York, being my little depressed self-

Jason: *trying not to laugh*

Nico: -and this guy walks up to me and he said “you look like your having a tough times” and pulls out this baggy with like a pill inside, and says “here this should take all your sorrows away, for a just a few hours and if you need more you just have to find me”

Annabeth: you didn’t-

Nico: looking back at this I should’ve known, but then again how would I have known? No one taught me this shit. And he phrased it like this really cool invention and in my head I’m like oh wow times really has changed

Will: babe you are a idiot and I’m surprised you even still alive

Nico, laughing: me too actually- I should not have lived past a lot of stuff but anyway I took it and thanked him and ummmmm one minute I was in the streets of New York and the next I was in the back of a cop car in Jersey with a headache.

Jason: YOU GOT ARRESTED?

Nico: yup. But legally I don’t exist and I still don’t cause I managed to run away before they could get my DNA or smth idk the process and then went back to New York and tried to find the guy again

Percy: why would you try and find him?

Nico: so I could get more? But either I just have a horrible sense of direction or he vanished cause I couldn’t find him anymore

Jason: the city’s confusing streets saved you from an addiction

Nico: no actually-

Percy, still trying to wrap his head around this: wait so no one warned you about taking drugs?

Nico: I didn’t even know what they were, well that’s kind of a lie I knew that they existed but I didn’t know what they looked like?

Percy: and the baggy didn’t seem suspicious?

Nico: it was a free sample

Percy: I- I don’t even know what to say

Nico: to be fair they treated the common cold with like cocaine back in my day so-

Percy: dude- *turns to Will* you don’t seemed surprised by this

Will, shrugging: wait til you hear about the “friend” he made

Nico, clapping his hands together: that’s a story for another time, hopefully never

Annabeth: I want to know-

Will: you really don’t-

Nico: if you thought this was bad the other was way worse

[aventurineswife]

*aesthetically crashes through brick wall hopefully b4 requests close again* hi hi hi. If I remember correctly and my memory hasn’t failed me again you once confirmed you still did Roblox Pressure reqs(pls just ignore this and bury me in the sand if I’m wrong)

So could u possibly do one where like. An expendable walks(crawls technically. why did I say walk.) into Sebastians shop with reader (also an entity but not hostile) trailing behind them, and they kinda just go ‘hey I found this random ass kid earlier but I think urbanshade might just kill me if I take them with me. do you want them? No? Okie dokie they’re yours anyways. buh bye!’ I wanna see how confused he would be.

I need to stop looking at traumatized & emotionally constipated middle-aged men that are in no means qualified for taking care of another life form at all and going ‘mm yes. How about I, a person who doesn’t usually make fandom ocs, give you a child that’s either going to be a menace or the equivalent of talking to a brick wall.’ what is my brain on when I’m getting these ideas(I know what I’m on right now tho: sickness!!! Yippie!!!!! there’s the reasoning to why I’m pretty sure this request sounds like it has no thoughts behind it whatsoever!!)

"Congratulations. It’s a Child"

Summary: When an unhinged Expendable stumbles into Sebastian’s shop with an unregistered, non-hostile entity trailing behind, they casually drop the “kid” off like unwanted lost-and-found. Now Sebastian—emotionally constipated, mutation-riddled, and very much not qualified for childcare—is stuck with a quiet, cryptic companion who might just be more trouble than they look. (Cue existential dread, sarcastic monologues, and the slow, painful process of accidentally caring about someone.)

Tags: Sebastian Solace x Reader, Found Family, Accidental Guardianship, Emotionally Constipated Middle-Aged Men, Cryptid Child Reader, Humor, Light Angst, Reader is an Entity (Non-Hostile), Weird Vibes Only, Expendable Shenanigans, Soft Moments Hidden in Sarcasm.

Warnings: Light body horror (Sebastian’s mutations), Implied trauma, Dysfunctional coping mechanisms, Mild language, Vague medical experimentation references, Emotional repression, Mentions of Urbanshade’s shady ethics.

A/N: Damn... Are you okay??? 😭🙏 (It's been a while since I last played pressure so might be ooc.)

The vent to the dimly-lit, wet-smelling shop creaked open with the unmistakable sound of something… crawling.

Sebastian looked up from reorganizing his precious hoard of semi-functional equipment, muttering something snide under his breath. "You better not be bleeding on my floor again," he called without looking. "I just wiped up the last guy’s spleen."

Instead of a groan or panic, there was a cheerful, damp squelch and a too-happy voice.

"Heyyyy, Sebby. I found a thing."

That made him look up.

Dragging themselves into the flickering glow of the overhead lights was an Expendable—rank unknown, mental stability very known (i.e., nonexistent)—pulling themselves forward with half-functioning limbs. Crawling behind them was... you.

You, in your odd, quiet way, were barely a presence. You moved like fog. You looked like you hadn’t blinked in an hour and emotionally resembled wet drywall. You weren’t hostile, but you weren’t exactly giving friendly neighborhood cryptid either.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. "...Why is there a child. In my shop."

"I dunno!" The Expendable chirped. "They were just kinda wandering around near and I was like ‘oh cool, another weird lil guy’ but then I remembered Urbanshade has, y’know, morals in the same way anglerfish have dental plans, and figured they'd probably explode me if I brought ‘em back."

"You’re telling me," Sebastian began, "that you—a war crime with legs—found this... thing—" he gestured vaguely in your direction, "and decided I should have it?"

"Yup!" the Expendable grinned, already halfway out the door. "Congrats, you're a dad now. Or uncle. Or weird sea cryptid mentor. Whatever works. Byeeeee!"

The door slammed shut with the finality of a prison cell.

Silence.

Sebastian looked at you. You looked back. Blankly. Possibly telepathically. He wasn’t sure and that just made it worse.

"...You’re not gonna scream or throw up on my floor, are you?"

You blinked once. Maybe.

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Fantastic.”

You slowly sat down in the corner of the room like a cat that had just been told “no” for the first time. You made no move to speak. Or breathe? Did you breathe?

Sebastian was not qualified for this. He sold half-broken flashlights and vaguely cursed glowsticks in a flooded blacksite. He didn’t do kids. Especially ones dropped off like a damn Amazon package with no return label.

But you weren’t leaving.

“…Fine,” he grunted, tossing you a half-cleaned blanket from a shelf. “You break anything, I break you. Understood?”

You wrapped the blanket around yourself like a haunted burrito.

Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is why I don’t have roommates.”

[shebelby13]

Jerejean. Pynch. Solangelo. Does everyone see it?

[aroaceleovaldez]

emo Nico x scene Will Solace...