#whoops it got long again ( :

[emilbh]

finished narcos s3, need (more) pedro pascal

[little-pup-pip]

hihi! srry if youve answers this but mobile isnt making it easy to search. what's your general process for making moodboards? it's weird bc I have nooo problem making stim boards! but mbs are rly difficult for my brain evn though I wanna. how do you do it?

Hello hello! I haven't answered this before, but it's a great question!!

I usually start with either an original idea or a request that I feel like doing (sorry people who've been waiting a long time), and at that point I usually have some idea in my head of the color scheme or vibes that I want it to have and set out to Pinterest!

I gave my list of go-to items to search in a previous ask, which can be found here!

Once I've found at least 9 pictures (sometimes more than 9 for extra options) I crop them all to a 1:1 ratio so they appear as a grid of squares instead of rectangles, and sometimes make minor alterations to the color temperature (warm or cool tones) so the pictures all look coherent!

After that I play around with the composition of the picture, which can take a while depending on how many colors I'm working with. Here are 2 examples of what I mean!

This one has 2 main focus colors (as most of my moodboards do), green and brown, so the composition of it alternates between the two colors the whole time! I would also do this if it had 3 main colors. This just makes it look more even overall; to me, at least.

This one, on the other hand, is just 1 focus color, which is grey! So I didn't worry as much about the composition of it. I could move anything here to any other place, and it would be approximately the same! I treat moodboards with more than 3 focus colors the same way as moodboards with just 1, so those are less deliberately structured.

After all of that, I choose which dni banner I think fits best with what I made, write my tags out, and I'm done!! This process usually takes 20 minutes to an hour and a half, depending on how long it takes me to find the right pictures!

I hope this walkthrough of my process was helpful, and obviously there's no singular correct way to make moodboards!! Good luck Anon!

[strangefable]

what d&d class is your oc?

tagged for this uquiz by the lovely @jillvalentinesday, @cassietrn, @inafieldofdaisies, @voidika, @josephseedismyfather, @direwombat, @poisonedtruth, and @theelderhazelnut, thank you all <3

Ranger

You are a Ranger, an explorer of dangerous territories. You are fearless and cunning, traits necessary on your travels, but you tend to be closed off from others and overly pragmatic. Your connection with nature and skill with weaponry will carry you through most battles, and your sneakiness will let you avoid the ones it will not.

There isn't any other class that suits her. She's not got the magic for druid, but her fighting style keeps her out of direct warrior/barbarian types. Archery and nature, exploration and knowing the lay of the land, and using it to advantage? That's Micah. She's at home alone in the woods, but with party members she's off her footing, unsure how to interact or engage. Trusts comes hard for her, but a fearless ability to throw herself into danger? Yeah, she's got that in spades.

Rogue

You are a Rogue, a skilled adventurer who uses guile and expertise to your advantage. You are often seen as stealthy and precise, aiming for your opponent's weakest points, but you can master various other skills to aid you on your journey. While you tend to be underhanded and greedy, you can also be daring, clever, insightful and charismatic.

Sneaky. Underhanded. Guile. Charm. Greed. Loose Morals. What else could Lil ever be but rogue?

Artificer

You are an Artificer, an adventurer who wields science in place of magic. While your foremost trait is intelligence, you're built tougher than most others who place their faith in their brains. You are inventive, curious and occasionally reckless, all traits that get you both into and out of trouble on your adventure.

I admit it, I took the quiz for her a few times until it returned the right result. Intellect and knowledge, melding science and magic, those are Bright's Things. No matter how much the quiz kept trying to make her a traditional magic user, she's just not. She's extremely reckless, but it's not out of malice or a drive for power; it's simple curiosity. And a love of shiny things. She's clever but not wise; she's quick but not strong or nimble.

Paladin

You are a Paladin, a warrior sworn to an Oath, whether it be to a god, a king, an ideology or oneself. As a divine soldier, you are well equipped to strike down evil, but must follow a code of your choosing to retain this power. While you are limited somewhat by these bonds, you are also the most driven and determined member of your group.

tbh i've never considered what would suit Lore, but honestly? yeah, she's very driven for good, for what she sees as moral and right, for the betterment of the people, though i don't know if she could be defined as a soldier or warrior. she's about practicality and function over form or style, but she'd balk at the idea of serving a god or a king. her goal is always to help people, especially those who have no voice and no power. she fights hard, but she prefers diplomacy and compromise whenever possible, to save as many lives as she can. she's one of my purest, most good characters.

i realize i'm kinda late on this one, but i'm passing on tags, anyway. (feel free to ignore me<3) @henbased, @adelaidedrubman, @v0idbuggy, @legally-a-bastard, @damejudyhench, @mars-colony, @strafethesesinners, @thisisrigged4, @mediocre-life-span, @harmonyowl, @marivenah, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @florbelles, @trench-rot, @wrathfulrook, @simplegenius042, @incognito-insomniac, @gayafsatan, @shallow-gravy, @turbo-virgins, @chazz-anova, @confidentandgood, @aceghosts, @jacobseed, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @fourlittleseedlings, @clonesupport, @unholymilf, and anyone else who wants to do this, please say i tagged you <3

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

For the write a kiss prompts:

2. Goodnight for Majexatli x Karlach

59. For Sanrymic x Velzori

Goodnight — Majexatli /Karlach

Karlach should have been surprised to see a wolf curled up in her bed at the Elfsong, but the sight just made her smile. They looked rather cozy, she almost didn’t want to wake them. There wasn’t a point, though, even out of wildshape Majexatli’s hearing was too sensitive and it would be worse to sneak up on them. Even as Karlach tried to be silent as she set down her pack, she saw the wolf move, its eyes opening as it lifted his head. 

For as much as she hadn’t been surprised to see a wolf in her bed, she was somewhat surprised that she didn’t end up tackled to the ground. Not too long ago, she could remember accidentally waking Majexatli and seeing them reach for their dagger before their eyes even opened. Most everyone at camp had learned quickly to be cautious with waking Majexatli, lest they end up with teeth or a dagger to the throat. 

Yet now, here Karlach was, waking Majexatli only for them to simply yawn and blink at her sleepily.

“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you,” Karlach said, as she began to strip off her gear.

By the time she finished slipping into her nightclothes, the wolf on her bed was replaced with Majexatli, laying on their side, using their arm as a pillow. They were wearing the new clothes they had just gotten from the tailor. Wyll had insisted on the new clothes, something to replace the patchwork leather and rough fabric of the clothes they usually wore around camp. Their new shirt—half unbuttoned at the moment—almost perfectly matched their eyes, the fabric smooth and warm beneath Karlach’s fingers as she climbed into bed with them.

“I hope you don’t mind—” Majexatli started, but Karlach quickly cut them off.

“I could never be upset to find you in my bed,” Karlach smiled, wrapping an arm around them, “So long as you leave room for me, that is,”

“Always,” 

Majexatli’s eyes were already drifting closed again as they pressed their forehead to hers, but before they slipped back into sleep, they inched forward just enough to meet Karlach’s lips in a slow kiss. 

“Goodnight, Karlach,” Majexatli said, as they closed their eyes.

“Goodnight, baby,”

Out of love — Sanrymic/Velzori

This was really hard actually bcuz as of the latest session these bitches have been living together and undergone an evil gay apotheosis together and Velzori like swore an Oath of Devotion to Sanrymic and became a priest of the god of obsession bcuz of it. And these bitches STILL have never once talked about their feelings or admitted love for each other, they're still just like Damn We're Such Good Pals. Also, for context, you can read the typed up version of Sanrymic's dream sequence that happened in one of the sessions, which is referenced in this and this takes place after.

It was almost always a tavern where Sanrymic and Velzori would run into each other. Sometimes it was between adventures, when they were trying to relax before setting out again, sometimes it was during adventures, where they would have to sneak away from their party to get a few private moments together. It wasn’t unique to Velzori, most of Sanrymic’s flings were people they found in taverns. What was unique to Velzori, was the fact that it happened more than once. 

Sanrymic wasn’t sure how they kept running into each other, for a while they thought maybe it was merely coincidence (a lie, Sanrymic didn’t believe in coincidence, everything was fated, divinely predetermined). They didn’t complain, though, there wasn’t any reason to. They were friends (something like that). Sanrymic had been wandering for so long (they were just home, they’ve never left, they can remember the smell of food frying in the market, the colorful lanterns and paper designs strung up in the streets, the smell of the sea at the pier), maybe it was just good to have something consistent. 

Sanrymic’s heart fluttered as they saw her in the crowd of the tavern. It was the familiarity, the friendship, that made their mouth go dry and their mind fill with countless thoughts of her.

“Flint,” Velzori regarded them with a nod as she approached.

“Chaste,” Sanrymic nodded, unable to stop a faint smile from appearing on their face at the formality of her using their glint-chaser name. 

“It’s been a long time,”

Velzori settled onto the stool next to them at the bar.

“Has it been?”

Sanrymic’s smile disappeared for a moment. They swore they had seen her just the other day, her visage fresh in their mind their skin still tingled from the touch of her hands.

“Many months, I was almost starting to get worried about you,”

Months… Sanrymic furrowed their brow, staring off into the distance. They had just spoken with her, they could remember, not clearly but they could remember—

The sound of crashing waves. The tell-tale wind of a tsunami. Water filling their lungs.

“I’m sure I could say the same about you, should I buy you a drink?”

“I shouldn’t, I’m supposed to be leaving with my party in the morning,”

“Then perhaps there’s something you’d like besides a drink…?” 

Velzori hummed, “Hm, perhaps,”

Her eyes twinkled knowingly as Sanrymic stood and offered her their arm. 

They had only just stepped into the hallway to Sanrymic’s room above the tavern when they pushed Velzori up against the wall, kissing them desperately. Velzori’s hand tangled in their hair while her other hand slipped under their tunic. Velzori pulled their head back to break the kiss, panting as she caught her breath. 

“So impatient…” She clicked her tongue in faux disapproval, “What’s gotten into you, Sanrymic?”

Sanrymic opened their mouth to reply, but nothing came out. 

“This is not the sort of purgatory you want to be trapped in. If that is what you want, then... I suppose that is what we shall have. And I will be here with you and we will die over and over again together.”

Her voice still rang in their ears, they could still taste the saltwater on their tongue and feel the cold embrace of death.

The pain of Velzori tightening her grip in their hair pulled them to the present.

“It’s been a while, like you said,” Sanrymic said, forcing a playful grin.

Velzori chuckled, “Then let’s get reacquainted, yes?”

Sanrymic nodded, quickly pulling her down the hall towards their room.

[touchlikethesun]

lan zhan and wei ying had kissed before wei ying died?!?!?!?!?!? and wei ying doesn’t even know?!?!?!?!? like?!?!?!?!? omg?!?!?!?!?!?

[kingofthewilderwest]

Your tags on the 'whose smarter' poll made me flashback to that episode of DoB. Final ep, I think, Cast Out prt 2? And anyway it literally ends with Snotlout (disobeying Hiccup) and acting recklessly with his plan. Hiccup tells him "You proved sometimes recklessness can be courageous" and I just remember being like "THIS from the kid who took on the Red Death on one dragon with a flammable tail fin. Like the similarity/hypocrisy got me--when Hiccup went after the Red Death he was a hero.

I love this. It's really about framing. The HTTYD series provides us certain narrative perceptions, lenses, by which they have us view the characters. Going outside the lenses to look at characters's actions more objectively, and there's that... bias... haha, yeah!

Hiccup constantly doing reckless things is treated as more permissible by the show's framework. His reckless and/or impulsive decisions are treated as gutsy, genius solutions rather than haybrained schemes. And Hiccup tends to be rewarded for those wild plans narratively by having those succeed.

Even though Hiccup gets semi-called out on unnecessary recklessness in RTTE - like testing a flight suit - it's portrayed narratively to viewers as humorous rather than flaws to learn from (as per Snotlout). And when Hiccup makes mistakes, the narrative treats feedback from "equals" like Astrid or people in greater authority like Stoick as what we viewers should care most about. It's not that Ruffnut, Tuffnut, or Snotlout lack feedback about Hiccup's decisions, but it's not treated as criticially. We're not "meant" to reflect on it, most of the time.

"You just proved sometimes recklessness can be courageous" is so much a part of Hiccup's choices that the phrase could be etched on his tombstone. But it's Snotlout taking a moment of gumption that's called out as so risky it's potentially "dumb." And frankly, across the entirety of DreamWorks Dragons, Snotlout brings up many points of prudent caution.

There's a hierarchy the narrative gives us - Hiccup the leader, Astrid and Fishlegs as "more competent" members of the group, and the twins and Snotlout as "less competent" members of the group (our comedic relief). The narrative wants us to sometimes treat this as a gang of equals, especially by RTTE, but the way conversations and situations get presented, solved, and saved means that this internalized hierarchy never leaves. That means that who the audience members take most seriously gets impacted.

I mean, as you said yourself, it's Snotlout disobeying Hiccup - a word that carries authority, as Hiccup is the leader of the Dragon Club during the early DreamWorks Dragons series. In HTTYD and HTTYD 2, Hiccup disobeying Stoick, while ultimately resulting in good ends, also carries consequences. Hiccup disobeying Stoick resulted in the village nearly getting killed. Hiccup disobeying Stoick brought Drago's attention onto them. But by the TV series, I think Hiccup's disobedience is usually seen as a good (by my shoddy memory), but Snotlout's disobedience is seen as him not being "as good as" Hiccup - but is that actually, objectively the case, outside the show's framing?

I don't have the Freaktastic Knowledge I did in ye olde days of analysis where I could list off three hundred specific examples to prove my points, but this is my memory impressions of the series. Snotlout balks at Hiccup's plans lots of the time - and he doesn't not have a point. In another series, Snotlout would be correctly identifying three hundred things that could go wrong, might have gone wrong, or will actually, in fact, go wrong. But Snotlout as a comedic relief character, and then a defiant character opposing Hiccup the Hero who comes up with the correct plan because he's got protagonist armor... means sometimes Snotlout's legitimate points get lost to viewers.

There's a reason why, even now, ROB's Defiant One's conversation between Hiccup and Snotlout still resonates clearly in my memories.

Snotlout: Oh, you are so smug! Hiccup: Me? Snotlout: Hiccup's so smart! Hiccup's so brave! He killed the Red Death! He trained the dragons! He's got the metal leg! Hiccup: Metal leg? That's what's bothering you? That's where you're going? Metal leg? Snotlout: No! It's everything the leg is attached to!

Snotlout made mistakes in Defiant One. Let's not forget that context. But while Snotlout yelling at Hiccup can be read as Snotlout not being "as good as" our hero Hiccup who saves the day... it strikes me because it shows the imbalance of treatment between Snotlout and Hiccup. "Everything the leg is attached to" is the prioritization of Hiccup and - by this point - Hiccup expecting to be prioritized.

Actually listening to Snotlout is a fantastic way to experience the TV series. He's bitter. He's grumpy. He's defiant. He's downer. But that's because he sees holes. He has a **PRACTICAL** side that butts heads with Hiccup. I'm someone whose thinking processes are similar to Snotlout - it's easier to shoot down a solution for its mistakes than come up with a new one - but it's an important role to have. In an actually existing friendship group, you need someone who's down to earth enough to make sure your out-of-the-box thinking friend (Hiccup) doesn't come up with something so wild it's not really going to work. We need an intelligence that sees holes. Otherwise, we start floating off into things that won't work as we expect them to, or adopting ideas that haven't been tested with robustness.

Snotlout's a legitimately smart guy. The fact that Astrid and the others shoot him down is partially because of his character, partially because sometimes he can be a dummy (as can we all), but partially because of their own flaws. Listen more to Snotlout, y'all. Some of Hiccup's plans work because Luck.

Similarly, we can talk about the framing of Fishlegs spewing facts (treated as providing information) versus the Thorstons spewing facts (treated as a novelty quirk rather than intelligence). Just because the Thorstons do it in a dorkier, more trollish matter does not negate the fact that they are BRIMMING, purely BRIMMING, with an ENORMOUS amount of factual knowledge! Does Fishlegs actually have more factual knowledge than them? No, it's just a different area. He's got concentrated knowledge on dragons. They've got in depth, niche knowledge of a large variety of topics. Fishlegs, Ruff, and Tuff are all dang smart.

From a meta standpoint, the twins's intelligence is treated inconsistently. But I prefer me my smart Thorstons who just have spacey heads, trollish senses of humor, and thrillseeking behavior.

[ravarui]

// In honor of munday, have some of my fave cosplay pictures that I collected over the years. Plus one normal one of me and my best friend.

Photos under the cut obviously

[surunoita]

finally got around to drawing my little eldritch meow meow austin newman (they/them)

@the-passenger-if was so fun 🔥❤️🔥

[frogenthusiastt]

19/sea change for prompt meme?

19. Sea change (totally read this as sea of change because i couldnt think of a single thing to match this prompt lol sorry)

The first lesson Nicholas is taught is loneliness.

At 8 years old he's long since learnt that he lacks the cherubic qualities required to be granted adoption by a rich, childless couple. He looks poor and desolate, sure, but not in the way that makes adults want to swoop him up into a blanket and coo over his poor fate. He wears the kind of thousand yard stare that makes them avert their eyes in discomfort, that reminds them of the casualties of poverty in the entirely wrong way.

Still, he has Livio trailing after his steps like a lost puppy. Together they learn how to live like weeds growing in the cracks of pavement, how to be alone together. It's a lesson to be learnt, for sure, how to keep the lights on in the dark.

The second lesson he learns is shame.

Mask clad adults, clapping and telling him welcome child, to the path of God. They pat him on his back and ruffle his hair, all gloved impersonal hands.

The Eye of Michael teach him how to chant the psalms, how to recount his sins and that salvation lies in abandonment of your body and acquiescence of pain. He's taught the vital points of the body and how to gouge knives in the hearts of men, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned. His body grows and grows into a holy weapon, and he learns how to kill a man without flinching. This is a terrible lesson.

The third lesson is pain.

Nicholas has known pain before, like a distant uncle. Now pain is his mother and father, his creation and Eucharist. Once he'd proven his body a worthy tool before Chapel and the acolytes, they take him apart into his base components and Unmake him into something inhuman. Terrible liquids seep into his body through needles and plastic tubes, for this is the Blood of the Covenant and through it thou shalt be made Holy. His flesh is carved and replaced, for Holy is the body of Christ and through it thou shalt be made perfect and free from Sin.

When he is lucky, they sedate him and the world becomes a technicolor kaleidoscope of visions to keep his thoughts occupied. He doesn't know if it's on purpose or just an accidental side effect of whatever chemicals they put in him but he takes it gratefully, thankful for just a moment to breathe throughout the nightmare of hurt.

He never learns what exactly they did to him, but when he's finally released from that terrible white room, he looks in the mirror and finds something other staring back. It takes years for him to recognize it as his face.

The fourth lesson is in efficiency.

Whatever it was they took out of him left an empty hole in his mind. Wherever regret or empathy used to be, only survival remains. Survival means to submit to the hand that's fed him, to take whatever chances given for a paycheck and the lives of the orphanage secured. He doesn't remember the faces of the people he kills, nor their pleas for mercy. He's a cold outer shell in the shape of a man, and so he becomes the employee of the month, of the year, of the decade.

The twist of a tendon, the flick of a wrist to sever flesh from bone, even the stab of a knitting needle through the head to save him the hassle of cleanup. These are the ways he earns a living, and he's damn good at his job. He steels himself against terror and lets the fear of fire and brimstone flow around him and through him like the hull of a sandsteamer, no worse for wear after he's crossed the sands of a thousand bodies piled underneath his feet. He becomes what he's been made to be, finds meaning in his function and keeps the lights on for the children at home. He's efficient, he's good at his job and that's all that counts.

His fifth and final lesson hits him with a truck. He walks in a daze, only half put upon to garner sympathy, and when he lies there bloody and disheveled hope walks out the side door of the car.

It is the most terrible lesson of all, the way the man calls him by name and looks through him like there is any softness in his body worth that blinding smile. Hope tells him that he's something worth salvation, wearing impossible blue eyes and the face of his brother. Nothing Wolfwood has ever been taught prepares him for this unwavering belief in goodness, the warm caress of a mismatched hands against his cheeks, the way he utters his name like it's something precious.

Hope finds him late at night, in soft touches and a hushed voice. Hope foolishly makes him stay in the morning when sunlight paints the white sheets wrapped around a body incandescent and flaxen hair golden. Hope puts his lips against lips, hands against hands, in desperate prayer to keep this one soft thing safe. Hope lights a fire against his will, forces his to look at his life with kinder eyes and wish for another day to come, and Wolfwood has asked for exactly none of it.

Hope laughs at his jokes and whines at his teasing and holds him trembling at night. If he was half the weapon he was made, he would cast it off and escape into the wasteland. It turns out the hands that fed him did a piss poor job of it, because he stays and stays and stays.

It is hope that has him rage at the dying of the light, knees bent in penance against the cold stone floor of the church. Blood splatters against it in a fearful rhythm, body contorted to support himself against the heavy weight of the cross. Still he rages, still he hopes, still he curses the God that made his fate. That he would learn his final lesson, as he lay here dying, must be some terrible cosmic joke from an uncaring creator.

As Wolfwood stills, he takes hope with him. It's the cruelest lesson of all.

[letapollojusticesayfuck]

[PREV]

April 20, 2026: 10:45 AM

Okay, no more messing around--this is the first trial with your name on it, and you can't spend it all listening to bad music on your phone!

...also, it would probably be bad if Mr Gavin's friend got convicted of murder. That too.

You straighten your tie and look around the courtroom--it seems as though everyone's gotten really invested in the nuances of poker-playing in the past twenty minutes. Okay. While you've been distracted, several pieces of evidence have entered into the court record, and Mr Gavin seems to be on the verge of a breakthrough. Let's assess:

-It seems that Olga Orly, current witness, was dealing the cards for a poker game between Phoenix Wright and Shadi Smith

-Smith and Orly conspired to expose Wright of cheating in order to maintain a seven-year-long winning streak. By slipping an extra ace into the deck, they would be able to 'prove' this.

-In the photograph entered into the Court Record, however, each player only has two aces in their hands. However, this contradicts the actual preserved cards from that night, which show one set with two aces and one set with three, making five in total

-One might expect, based on Orly's testimony, that it would be Wright's hand with the extra card--but it's Smith's hand that has the extra ace, sticking out like a sore thumb with a bright blue back amidst the red cards

This has got to be it--the breakthrough you've been waiting for! Or at least, waiting for somebody else to think about for you. Not even looking at Mr Gavin, not giving the rest of the courtroom the slightest regard, you bang on the bench like a true seasoned defense attorney and voice your opinion to the room at large.

"The defense would like to formally accuse the witness, Ms Olga Orly, of murder!"

.....

Crickets. Dead silence. You're not quite sure whether this reaction is good or bad.

Luckily, Mr Gavin is always there to add to any ambient tension in a room. "Well done, Justice. We established this ten minutes ago. Do you have any other genius observations to contribute?"

What?

Looking around, you notice that Ms Orly is no longer at the witness stand. Prosecutor Payne is regarding you with the kind of bafflement typically reserved for conspiracy theorists touting their beliefs at an academic conference. Mr Wright just shrugs in your direction, as though he half-expected this.

"Ms Orly had to be removed from the courtroom following her shock at being named as a murder suspect. In the meantime, we've been debating whether to continue the trial today or leave it for a later time," Mr Gavin clarifies. "Personally, I believe we should allow for more time to investigate, but we've hit some...snags, shall we say."

He shifts his icy glare over to where Mr Wright stands. Wright narrows his eyes.

"We can't end the trial here for today, Gavin. Just think! We have all the evidence we need. Don't we, uhh. Justin?" He's looking at you.

"It's Justice," you say, still feeling disconnected from what's happening. He could have bothered to get your name right, considering he allegedly requested you specifically for this case.

"Yeah, that. Look, we alternated between two differently colored decks of cards while playing, right? That was specifically to prevent them from getting mixed together."

It still happened, though, you think, uncharitably.

"It was the blue deck you were playing with in the final game, wasn't it?" you ask, desperate to seem as though you were at least following along with the trial a little.

"Actually, we were playing with red cards." Wright doesn't seem surprised at your misinterpretation, though, even though everyone else in the courtroom seems a little thrown off. You don't know why you had that impression, though--there's just something that's itching in the back of your mind telling you that the cards were blue.

"But a card of the wrong color in the deck means somebody cheated!" Payne screeches from across the courtroom.

"Yep. Except--a card of the wrong color raises a couple questions. When was it swapped...and who swapped it?"

Payne sneers. "Obviously it was swapped before the murder!"

"Was it?" Wright smiles, a little thing that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Apollo, what do you think?"

You don't answer immediately. There's something about Wright's expression that makes you feel that the most obvious answer isn't going to be the correct one--and you need to think this through. Logically, you'd think that cheating would have to happen before anybody got murdered. However...

If the cheater swapped a blue card into a deck of red ones, they'd be found out immediately. There's no way they could swap the cards during the murder--there would have been far too much going on at that point. So it must have happened...

"After the murder. They swapped the cards after Smith was already dead." You don't know why Wright is being so enigmatic about this, but you also know that you're correct about this.

"Ah, but if it was after the murder...who swapped the cards?" Wright still has that expression on his face. You're reevaluating the part of you that's still hanging onto that university-student-idolization of the man, because in-person, he's infuriating.

"It's Orly, of course," Mr Gavin says, seemingly as fed up with this as everyone else. "The murder has been done, the only two left alive are her and Wright. Wright is our client, and furthermore would have no motive to aid his opponent in victory. This is a pointless exercise, and we are wasting the court's time."

"Are we?" Wright queries. "I want to hear what Apollo thinks."

This again! Come to think of it, something's not quite adding up. Wright has no motive to swap the cards, correct, but the added ace had the wrong color back, and Orly was the dealer. She would have known the color of the cards--and wouldn't have made such a careless mistake. If the swap took place after the murder, obviously Smith couldn't have done it. But that's....impossible.

"I don't think there is an answer," you say. "Nobody present in the room at the time would have swapped the cards in the way that they've been swapped. Not only is the card's color incorrect, but...the blue card in the red deck isn't even an ace, though we know there were five of them in play."

The courtroom fills with murmurs of disbelief. You're still reeling, somehow having gone from listening to terrible legal-themed music to having the realization of the decade.

"The person who swapped the cards added in a king to the deck, rather than an ace--they've created a win with a full house, but for the wrong person, and in the wrong way. This could only happen if they were unaware of how the game had progressed--that is, if the person who swapped the cards was somebody besides Orly, Wright, or Smith!"

There's an uproar as the court processes this information. You feel as though the room's spinning, and grip the edge of the bench to keep steady. Distantly, you hear the judge bang his gavel and call for a recess, lecturing both Wright and Mr Gavin on keeping information from the court--and requesting Mr Gavin meet with him in his chambers.

The courtroom slowly empties, and you find yourself--somehow--back in the defense lobby.

[despairs-memorial]

⭐️here to oops

Shuichi and Kaede seem like they are inevitable, but I would also like Maki and Peko or Mukuro to interact eventually. Killer queens, all of them, but maybe Tenko with either of them would work, too. Kiyotaka and Peko practicing kendo together could be really cute. Izuru or Hajime awkwardly interacting with Mukuro has a lot of potential, and I like the idea of it, same with Mikan and Nagito. Chihiro and Chiaki is an inevitability that has to happen eventually. Sayaka and Celeste or Kaede could be very fun. Same with Fuyuhiko and Mondo, given their interactions in the UTDP and... I want to say they interacted in S, but I won't swear on it.

Other than our interactions we have now... Akihito and Gundham could be hilarious, weebs on two entirely different spectrums while also being on the spectrum. Hayato and Chihiro could be fun for Chihiro training to get stronger plus it's cute. Takumi with either Shuichi or Kyoko would be interesting, thief and detective dynamics are fun. Rika and Kiyotaka feel like a given since they're very similar, plus they could be hard work besties. Sonia and Yukino would also be pretty fun for more weird girl hours, but I think any of your ocs could work with any of these muses, too.

[lesbianpikachu]

Daily Compendium Selections #10

A woman lies unconscious with an interesting shield.

[merrilark]

Continuity gets a little murky but I'm shook remembering how complicated Rose Tyler's relationships are outside the Doctor and thinking it's no wonder Jackie and Mickey were so upset about him.

Beyond the obvious, teen Rose running away to live with Jimmy Stone, a full adult, before he's carted away to prison is bonkers. There's no way Jackie wasn't thinking about Jimmy when Nine stepped into the picture. It's a miracle Jackie didn't kill him on the spot.

I want to pick all of them apart and study them (Rose and Mickey particularly) separately, then look at them as a whole. It's fascinating to see how their behavior in "Rose" and onward is disagreeable, but to also dig into them and see where that behavior comes from and why.

[touchd0wn-boy]

[sieglinde-freud]

think this is the first time ever i have been disappointed to see an awakening banner