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I promise I'm incredibly normal about Bobby Fulbright (nonsexual) I promise i think about him a normal amount (nonsexual) I promise that I, an aroace, am rotating Bobby in my head like a weird little bug and I love him so much and have drawn him three whole times as of today

[Image ID: a simple drawing of Bobby Fulbright in the style of a cutsey emoji pressing his fingers together ./end ID]

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You can think better with a hole in your head

[Image ID: Bobby Fulbright from Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies staring directly forward with a flat, neutral expression. Tracing the impact of a bullet going through his head are the words "blame Simon" in all caps. The blood spray from being shot obscures the left side of his face, though his left eye stares ahead anyway, inhuman. ./end ID]

I am, as always, So Normal About Bobby Fulbright. I also reused the bg and accent colors from persona non grata so its nice to know it works for whatever I'm planning with this man (he's such a blue and yellow type guy).

I don't think I'll ever truly be over Bobby/the Phantom. Ever. He will just live rent-free in my head for forever and a year now. I'm completely fixated on him lmao.

Anyway listen to Cops and Robbers by the Hoosiers, it's a very Simon and the Phantom song.

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[Image ID: Bobby Fulbright from Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies looking shocked. The lineart is all hard angles, the colors don't fill the lines properly. A chunk the left side of his face is a black void, a singular eye staring out the screen. Over his face is a red X. ./end ID]

persona non grata

I finished Dual Destinies and immediately was Not Okay About This Man (to be fair, he was one of my favorite characters throughout and by the end I was just completely enamored with him I love him so so so much) so I did what I always do and put my feelings to art. Originally this was way more complex but like...my skill isn't that great and I thought about a child coloring in the concept of something, understanding the shape but not the weight. Flat colors barely in blocky and angular lines, the only rounded edges are the truth. I wanted it to look unfinished and uncanny so...I do hope I did well.

I'll be posting my fic eventually but like...a piece of art and 1.5 fics (I'm working on that second one) you KNOW I'm normal about this man lmao.

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I made something

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[Image ID: a three panel comic of Athena Cykes and Juniper Woods from Dual Destinies. the first panel is Athena looking hopefully, asking "can i try rizzing you up?". the second panel is Juniper smiling as she responds "sure" "LOL". the final panel is Athena on her knees on the ground, Juniper blushing nearby, the background full of her begging "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" over and over again. /end ID]

I only make serious art. Never memed a day in my life.

Do I ship Junethena? Ehh. Insofar as I ship anything in AA for the most part. Do I think this is funny? Fuck yeah.

Juniper has a fun outfit that is nice and easy to draw, compared to other DD characters. Thanks for dressing like a grandma, girl. Preesh.

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I will not rest until I find the cure for insomnia

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Wright Autism Agency

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happy sigma time loop day, been working on this comic for a bit!

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people always make morgana a normal cat in persona 5 non-metaverse fanfics. stop doing this. morgana should not be a cat he should be joker's annoying younger brother who wears cat ears (but they are NOT cat ears, they are the ears of his epic OC Mona who is a PHANTOM THIEF and STEALS TREASURE) and who goes into Joker's room every night at 8pm to yell at him to read him a bedtime story before going to bed. It's also funnier this way because it means Ryuji has beef with an elementary schooler

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Ghost Trick is so funny because it's one of those games where people keep telling you to play it and after a while you start getting curious so you go "whatever" and try it

Then you're playing it and the thing happens which leads to the thing and ultimately gets you to THE thing and then you finish it and are like "I have to tell people"

So you go on social media to post about how this was a downright mindblowing experience but are like "Oh no what do I say to not reveale too much?"

You then type "Play Ghost Trick" and hit post like some sort of drone and you are 100% right to do so

Anyway play Ghost Trick

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I like. Female characters.

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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ASEXUALITY DAY!!

-April 6th

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do you ever watch a letsplay and it inspires you to go play the game, not because it looks fun and such, but because they're fucking it up so badly that you just need to get into the game and do some of this shit correctly?

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female hysteria

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Favorite Sega Character: Losers Bracket Round 4

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Plato's Allegory of the Cave—Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies

How does one grieve someone one has never met?

(The ignorant prisoner never wants but for the shadows on the wall.)

Seven years in prison does things to a man. It is an inevitable fact of life that confinement of any sort—a bird in a cage, a man in a cell, a body in a grave—leaves its marks, both physical and psychological. Simon himself found that understanding the psychological effects of incarceration and experiencing them firsthand were two different things. One can know theoretically how it feels to drive a sword into someone, to take a life, but doing so with one's own hands is something entirely new. (Simon only knows this fact in theory, not in practice; a fact he would only admit upon death.)

He spent a majority of his first few years in prison mourning everything. His life, the lives of those he's ruined, the life he 'took'. Then he spent the next few years receding into the shadows and building a fortress for himself using the perceptions of others. It was easier to convince others that he was some kind of monster than it was to delude himself and, with the countless jeering voices and terrified glances his way, he could drown out the voice in his heart that wept even now. If there was no light at the end of the tunnel, there was no hope for him, then there could only be hope for others.

And yet—

Deep in his denouement, a light. A fool.

And he's not even real.

In retrospect, perhaps the blinding brilliance of Fulbright was indicative of how false the man was. Or perhaps the false thing was not the man, but the ghost covering itself in the facsimile of the man.

Because Bobby Fulbright existed once upon a time. He was real.

And Simon never met him.

Pawing at the cave wall, talking to the echo of an ideal, Simon was fooled. Is a fool.

Isn't that something novel when compared to his reputation?

(Even now, he yearns for the man the Phantom wore like a well-pressed suit. Even now, days months weeks after the funeral for someone he never met nor ever truly knew, Simon aches in a way that speaks of unearned loss and grief. Only Athena looks at him and hears the tone of his anguish and she, in her infinite kindness, keeps her mouth shut and weeps her everpresent empathetic tears.)

A sunflower will turn to face the sun. It is, after all, how they got their name. And still, for all Simon—and others, no matter how well they conceal their derision and frustration with his methods—might ascribe himself more Datura than Helianthus, he does seek light. It is why he and Athena orbit each other in close proximity, even in their youth—though time has reversed their gravitational pull, she has always been a bright star in a sea of darkness and he, a gunmetal asteroid only borrowing her light and the light of her brilliant mother.

So it can be said, for all he does not know Bobby Fulbright—assuming, as one might, that the Phantom was only putting on a show and not imitating the man in totality, a true method actor as he claims—he does miss his warmth and foolish optimism.

(The men, chained still in the cave, do not understand the horror of looking down on their complacent contentment and knowing they are starving themselves of truth for comfort. The freed man, standing in real grass, the cool bite of real rain against his skin, can only cry out until his voice gives out in his attempt to show them the facts. The sunlight casts his shadow alongside the lies on the cave wall and they do not know the difference. Falsehoods, when painted stark against a prison wall, look very close to justice and truth and care and Bobby Fulbright.)

Simon misses him, even if he doesn't know him. Isn't that something fascinating? Metis would have a field day with that, if she wasn't dead and gone—at the hands of a ghost, a revenant that Simon mourns in a way—but Athena only offers him brilliant grins tinged blue and tears where he cannot cry and anger when he sharpens his own smile like a weapon. What a mess. What a farce.

What a fool, the both of them.

Still, Simon yearns for the cave wall and the shadow of a man long dead. It is the kinder lie and he is tired of grieving.

But he will have to grieve enough for the both of them.