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hyperfixatinator · 8 months

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I have a few doubts about how Phoenix could've forged that bloody fifth ace in AA4. I'm not outright denying he did it, but if so it's probably different from how Turnabout Trump framed it.

Let's start with what we know logically about Phoenix and Zak's last poker game.

There were two decks of cards; one red, and one blue.

Each deck had four of each card. This means each deck started with four aces.

The last game used the red deck.

The above point means the fifth ace Orla snuck into Phoenix's hand was a red card, making five red aces in total that game.

Kristoph took the real (fifth) bloody ace with him out of the crime scene.

Based on this and other information we have from this trial, I have two questions:

When did Phoenix forge the bloody ace?

Where did Phoenix get the red ace he used for forgery?

Phoenix said that he picked it up while he was at the crime scene, but this contradicts the evidence!

There were five red aces in play at the time of the murder. Kristoph already took one, and using a blue ace was out of the question. If Phoenix really took a red ace before the police arrived, he would've only had four to choose from.

Yet, all four were still at the crime scene after Phoenix was arrested. They were even submitted into evidence by the prosecution at the trial.

Unless there was somehow an unspoken sixth ace in the red deck for no reason, this tells us Phoenix lied about taking a red ace with him that night. Plus, having forged evidence on his person during arrest and detainment could've ended terribly for him.

He couldn't have forged it before the match since he wouldn't have known he needed an ace card at the time. And his pockets were clean when Zak searched him.

This leads us to believe the forged bloody ace was created sometime after Phoenix was arrested. But how can he do that when he's stuck under surveillance in the detention center?

The secret is Trucy.

(this is where it progressively dips further into headcanon territory)

With Phoenix locked up, Trucy would be the most likely candidate to pull off a stunt like this. As a magician, Trucy is all about illusions, and she's not above using them to get loved ones out of legal trouble.

Trucy's magic profession also means poker cards are a natural tool to have in her arsenal. Cards are her "stock and trade" after all.

As Phoenix put it, it's a naughty magician's trick. One she felt was necessary to save the only family she had left.

Now, here's why I still think Phoenix could've been telling the truth about forging the bloody ace himself. Even if Trucy was the mastermind of this plan, I don't think Phoenix would let her be the one to actually forge it for an important reason.

Apollo.

Him unlocking his latent perceiving ability was crucial for the trial, but it could've also become a double edged sword.

Phoenix only had his prodigy daughter for reference as to how strong a perceiver's senses are. If Phoenix ever had to lie about being the forger to protect Trucy, the risk of Apollo seeing through it would've been too much to stomach.

Even after the trial's over, it's better for Apollo to hold a grudge against Phoenix instead of Trucy. He couldn't let their secret sibling bond die before it could start.

So what better way to hide a lie than to make it true? All Phoenix would have to do is put a blot of red ink on a card Trucy snuck in during visiting hours and let her work her magic.

It's a technicality, but at least Phoenix can distract Apollo with a custom-made truth.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #trucy wright #apollo justice #theory #headcanon #I like the headcanon that the forged ace was Trucy's idea #I feel like Phoenix would refuse the first time she brought it up #Mainly because he's afraid she'll be labelled a fraud and lose her chance for a future like he did for 7 years #Eventually though he'd realize he can't let Kristoph run free with his daughter living alone #But he'd still make Trucy promise to let him take the fall should the forgery come to light #It'd also kind of parallel how Drew Misham tried to take the blame for his own daughter Vera #Except Phoenix might've learned from that and added a few extra steps

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dayurno · 1 month

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the amazing showstopping life-changing beautiful lovely and talented @alcego tagged me in the writing game where you post all your first sentences from already posted fics (and also the just as amazing showstopping life changing beautiful lovely AND talented roisin, thank you!) but i don't really care much for those lately so here's the first lines of several WIPs at the moment as a compromise :)

Kevin knows he’s being watched. (with @knickknacksandallthat <3)

“Riko? Are you awake?”

In the morning when Jean is supposed to be sent to his death, he takes five minutes out of his schedule to braid Kevin’s hair. (with @jaywalkers :)<3)

Not for the first time, they are in the infirmary.

“Coach says you don’t talk anymore,” Aaron mumbles, looking out the window awkwardly.

Christmas dinner with the Gordons is perfect.

Some people ride the crazy train. Jeremy drives it.

Neil knows the gray does something to people.

what this tells me is that i am bad at writing first lines HAHA :3 i am tagging um everyone who wants to do this. thank you!

#theyre also all rather short which at least im pleased with #also my favorite is number 2 its the riko transmigrator au and it lives in daydreams with me #i LOVE you scum villain's self saving system i love you i love you #its so silly and i love it so dearly #uhhh lets see what else. thg au with roisin! absolute banger #kerejean with miss niknak! ABSOLUTE banger #7 is first time / first light #and 8 is gratuitous kandreil smut with gray haired kevin <3 yay #no but seriously what this tells me is that while looking through my wips i realized i need to write something for k/t or k/j/t #ive written thea before but only in brief mentions so i want to try to get her pov right or at least a good grip on writing her #kevin day you're fucked. and you will be fucked #amen #uuuh lets see. number 6 i will not tell you but i will say i love seth gordon #and number 4 is the previously mentioned jean in palmetto fic #but it is actually mostly an excuse to write gratuitous sub!jean smut #thats all i have for you. for now. i will go back to the drawing board and draft up some kevthea for my enjoyment #either lesbian kevthea (i hauve covid) or. i shan't say it in public #nora sakavic saw me talking about kevin day forced feminization the last time i'm not taking chances now #txt #my writing

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bigmammallama5 · 11 months

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do you ever just. yeah.

#arting #good thing its friday night and im only planning to work like 30 more minutes or so #it has been a weird week and i get to go roast and split logs at the wood kiln tomorrow in nearly 90 degrees #pots pots pots pots pots pots EVERYBODAAY #oh look a self portrait for the first time in 80 years #whatever #maybe ill doodle some soopercorrrp as a cool down in a bit #i got a bizza from the deli and im gonna add so much cheese and extra basil #a hydroPONIC basil thats gonna live in my bedroom for indirect light and smell delicious 24/7 #maybe i wont kill it #poor basil #you were only four bucks i hope you survive #also yes can you tell in my art that my physical therapy also includes correcting my posture #look at how nice my posture looks LMAO #ok thats enough #have a good weekend everyone #these tags are as long and as odd as iguanamouth's #man i love iguana's art i hope they're doing fantabulous

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quirkle2 · 1 year

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2022 sans art vs 2016 (probably) sans art

#qkdraws #this wasSO fun he'sso fun to draw #had such a good time w the lighting god this brush is fun to use #yes the straps on the crocs being in different places is intentional btw #he doesn't care <333 #undertale #sans #undertale sans #sans undertale #sans the skeleton #replaying undertale rn :] such a good time #other than hiccup and toothless i think my first real blorbo was sans actually ................#i was playing it earlier and suddenly had the realization that ut is like . 7 years old.#like.holy shit #what the fuck.#fucked up if true #wasn't originally gonna include the second pic but i think it's cool seeing the differences over time !#u can definitely tell i didn't quite understand how digital art worked back in 2016 GVIEYAUVG #other than the drawing in general being boring and mediocre there's so many mistakes w effects in that fucker #i also didn't know streamline was a thing back then . simpler times. shakier lines.#genuinely rly proud of the progress i've made tho ! rly thought i'd never be able to do lighting like i do now #if 14 year old me looked at that first pic and been told Future Her had drawn it . she'd be ecstatic <3 VIYEAGV

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peppermintpegis · 5 months

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netflix one piece live action feels a little like fanfic in that it makes sure it hits all the important notes but doesnt do all the work to make them hit which works in fic where the reader is supposed to bring all the emotional story investment from the original but doesnt work in a multi million adaptation that is supposed to be able to stand on its own or even serve as an intro to the series. it even does this in service to have more koby and helmeppo gay moments in this essay i w

#one piece #opla #the fleshing out of koby and helmeppo is like honestly good its a beacon of light its truly really fun #and all the actors are great it is just what they are given .#they didnt let nami do any real betraying. they didnt even have her steal the merry!! she just stole the map that they added in!!!!#ddont get me started on the gutting of sanjis intro. i dont give a shit about if don krieg appears or not i need to see this guy fuckin #feed the hand thats about to kill him im going to start shaking like a dog.#im almost madder krieg appeared for just a little id rather have that time be used for. anything else really.#like have one of arlongs guys starved half to death when they get to arlong park!or idk anything! no gin appears look its gin! you know him #sanji doesnt even get to beat the shit out of a shitty guest. like i guess he does a little but it feels so blink and you miss it #+the first like two eps were good!! buggys great hes scary and weird and fun. i dont mind that he sticks around longer in theory #but the way he is comedic relief instead of basically every character having funny bits is like. ahghhhgggg. its a symptom of this really #mean and edgy feeling the whole thing has. like the removal of people missing usopps pirate calling :( and how cocoyashi didnt know #nami was working to help them. like p. please. can we have caring and bonds in this world?? trust and love???#anyway. sorry for having expectations of a netflix show im so close to putting this into a more proper form rather than tags. just to get i #all out of my system cause fuck man.#anyway solid 7/10 not as bad as it couldve been

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zainmalik · 6 months

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somehow fitfwt has managed to be gayer than ltwt and the bar was REALLY high

#the rainbow lights during she is beauty #louis pointing and smiling at pride flags #the rainbow lights project and louis acknowledging it for the first time ever #louis being openly flamboyant #7 being brought back again the day day of the umbro shirt return #louis and oli sharing clothes #louis and fin from stone have managed to create a whole conspiracy about them being together #isaac’s whole existence #the rainbow ducks on john delf’s controller panel #the trio of all this time/she is beaty/copy aka the gay medley #that one rainbow flag on stage #snarls and seagirls being openly gay #rachel making us gayer than we already are #whatever the fuck craig and stephen from the academic have going on #not comfirmed yet but apparently the tour bus had rainbow lights today #probably some more i’m forgetting #logan.txt

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achillvs · 2 days

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i think i need bts again.

#for years ive been firm of the opinion and the feeling #that bts find you when u need them most #and that was so true for me in 2016 #all the way until 2020 ish #i needed them to hold my hand while i was growing up bc no one else would #and then i healed a bit and they did too #i got busy and so did they #and now im 26 and im a graduated artist with an office job #idk how to find the drive to make art.#i dont have inspiration or motivation #i need to do it but idk how #making art with bts was So easy #literal 7 muses with you at all times #i took a walk for the first time in forever #just 20 minutes to pick up a package #golden hour light #jimin's like crazy came on shuffle which is the first time i heard any of their voices in months #and i saw an art piece in my head #and then outro wings came on too #and idk #it was light and it was colors and sound and heart #i think now i need them to hold my hand again but as artists #i think if i listened to paradise or black swan rn it would break me #but maybe thats what i need #shut up matt #bts

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atths--twice · 10 months

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Finding the Courage

After the events of Amor Fati, thoughts and feelings have not been expressed. Tonight that will change...

It was quiet in the car as they drove down the dark and nearly vacant highway. Mulder glanced at Scully from the corner of his eye and sighed silently, not wanting to disturb her.

The case had troubled him in his own way and knowing Scully as he did, he knew it had troubled her as well.

A car drove by on the opposite side of the road as they came around a corner and he turned his head at the sudden brightness, the lights dimming only briefly as the car continued on.

Darkness once again lay before them and the silence in the car seemed to grow louder.

“Can you pull over?” Scully asked quietly and he turned his head to look at her, frowning in concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Can you just… stop the car?” she asked, taking off her seatbelt and shaking her head.

“Yeah,” he said, turning on the blinker and looking around to be sure it was clear even though they were the only car on the road.

The tires crunched over loose rocks and gravel as the car came to a stop. Scully was out and closing the door before he had put the car in park. He watched as she pulled her coat around herself, her breath coming out in large white puffs. Turning off the car, he left the headlights on and got out, closing the door softly.

She paced in front of the lights, shaking her head as she continued to breath heavily. He waited with his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the car, wondering if she was feeling sick or something else was on her mind.

Stopping suddenly, she turned to look at him and let out a deep breath. He tilted his head slightly and she shook her head.

“He waited so long,” she said and he frowned again.

“Who?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Henry,” she replied, shaking her head and sighing.

“Oh,” he said, nodding as he thought about their case.

A woman, Kari Montgomery, had gone missing and the last place she had been seen was on a hiking trail. Strange symbols had been spray painted on the side of her car and a roughly hewn stick doll had been placed under a windshield wiper.

The local authorities suspected witchcraft, but Mulder had his doubts, as it all felt rather staged.

“Too much like a Blair Witch copycat,” he had said to Scully, shaking his head as he looked at the car and traced a gloved finger over the spray paint. “I think it’s bored teens thinking they’re being funny.”

Instead of focusing on the fantastic, they had walked into the woods to speak to a man who lived along the trail.

Henry Statler, a rather reclusive man, had not taken kindly to their arrival, answering the door with a shotgun in hand, his expression wary.

When the reason for their visit had been explained, he had pitched forward whispering Kari’s name. Falling against the doorframe, Mulder had caught the shotgun in his hands before it hit the ground and Scully had reached out to help Henry.

Henry had known Kari all his life, even dating near the end of high school, though it had been incredibly brief. A fight over something stupid had left them angry and vowing to never speak again. She had left a few weeks later for college and he had stayed in town working odd jobs.

When she had finished with her education, she moved back home with plans to teach at the elementary school she had attended in her youth.

At a bar one night, she had run into Henry and attempted to speak to him. But it had turned into a shouting match, as Henry had been drunk and any chance of a reconciliation between them had been severed.

Henry had moved into the cabin in the woods and was rarely seen again, thus creating an air of mystery and fear around him. Children would dare one another to knock on his door, screaming as they ran away, their friends laughing behind them.

Knowing he lived out there, Kari avoided coming too close to his property when she hiked along the trails on the weekends.

“I’ve seen her out here,” Henry had told them as they sat at his cluttered dining room table, his hands shaking as he drank a glass of water. “I fish in the river that’s back aways. I see her come there sometimes and sit by the water.”

“Do you ever speak to her?” Scully had asked and he had shaken his head, his eyes falling to the table.

“No,” he had whispered. “But I’ve wanted to every time I’ve seen her. I’ve wanted to tell her how sorry I am. To tell her…” He had shaken his head again and exhaled loudly.

“That you love her,” Mulder had supplied and Henry had nodded as Scully looked at Mulder in surprise.

“Since I was seven years old. She followed me around the playground even when I asked her to leave me alone,” Henry had said, laughing and then stopping short. “You can’t tell me what to do, Henry Statler. That’s what she said to me. That day and many times after.”

Mulder had smiled at him and then caught Scully’s eye before she had looked away and back at Henry.

“What can I do?” Henry had asked, wiping his eyes and standing to his feet. “How can I help?”

For three days, a search party had combed the woods.

Henry had been there every day, staying out late into the night, forgoing sleep and even food. He had not given up, and on the fourth morning, he had been the one to find her.

There had been no witchcraft. Nothing sinister even.

Kari had been walking and she slipped down a hill, sustaining many injuries including a broken ankle, a broken rib, numerous cuts and bruises, and a mild concussion. As she had attempted to get her bearings, she came across a dilapidated old house. Knowing she could not stay there, but walking closer to get out of the rain that had begun to fall, she had stumbled and fallen through the rotted wood of a spring cellar and down the five steps, knocking her unconscious.

Exhausted and injured further, she had faded in and out, unable to call out for help. Henry had found her, given her water and dressed her wounds as well as he could, leaving to call for help and returning to stay with her until it had arrived.

He had sat outside of her hospital room, waiting until she had woken and asked for him, the worry he had been carrying, falling away as he had stood to his feet.

“They knew each other for so long, Mulder,” Scully said, as he remembered the smile on Henry’s face when Kari had reached for his hand. “They had so many opportunities to fix what was wrong and they never took it. Not until it was almost too late.”

“People are stubborn that way,” he said and she sighed, her breath a cloud of vapor.

“I know they are,” she said, holding his gaze. “I know I am.”

“Stubborn? You?” he teased, but she did not smile, and he shook his head with a sigh. “What’s on your mind, Scully?”

“It’s a constant.”

“What is?”

“Us. This… thing between us.”

“Thing?” he asked, his pulse jumping.

“This thing that reaches a point, but then never goes further,” she whispered, her eyes shining with tears in the moonlight. “Right to the line, but never crossing it.”

“Scully…”

“Words said, but so many others left unsaid. Important ones that stay in our heads, but aren’t articulated. Not… not the way they should have been. Especially when they’ve had to be known. To have been heard…” She continued to stare at him and then he realized what she was not saying.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head as he remembered lying nearly comatose in a hospital bed, his brain burning, when he had finally heard the one voice he had longed to hear.

“No?”

“I never…” He sighed and then licked his lips. “I heard so many words, conversations buzzing around me like insects. I heard those who addressed me, explaining themselves as they sought for me to understand their reasons for their behavior. I heard their lies, their deceit, their pain. Heard the words not spoken aloud.”

“And from me?” she asked, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. “What did you hear from me?”

“The truth. Always the truth.”

“Which means what?” she whispered.

“Words buzzed and pained me,” he said again. “Until I heard your voice.” Her tears slipped out and fell down her cheeks as she drew in a ragged breath.

“You heard me? You heard-”

“I heard you speaking to the doctors and then speaking to me. Out loud. Not in my head.”

“Not my thoughts?”

“No.”

“Why?” she whispered, wiping her cheeks. “Why theirs and not mine?”

“Because,” he said, taking a step closer to her. “In the torrent of their thoughts and the lies that I didn’t want to hear, the words you spoke were my saving grace. A shelter given in which to rest and calm my mind.”

She stared at him, her breathing becoming faster. He smiled as he reached for her hand.

“You didn’t… didn’t hear me?”

“I heard you,” he whispered, squeezing her hand gently. “Heard you.”

“Mulder…” she breathed, stepping closer as she kept her eyes on him.

“I heard the truth in your words. The worry and the concern you voiced. I didn’t need to hear your thoughts when your truth was loud and clear,” he said, shaking his head. “Was there something that you wanted me to hear, Scully?” She exhaled a laugh as she wiped at her eyes.

“No,” she said. “Yes…?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his thumb stroking the top of her hand.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head and letting out a deep breath. “I didn’t want you to hear it as a thought in my head. But… time is passing by and I’ve said nothing. I’m such a coward.”

“Hmm,” he hummed again as he closed his eyes and bent forward to rest his forehead against hers. “I don’t agree with that statement.”

“But I have been. I know I have. And being here the last few days, I saw myself in Henry’s reluctance and I… I want that to change.”

“I’m all for change,” he whispered, pulling back slightly so he could press his lips to her forehead, kissing her softly.

She gripped the lapels of his coat in her hands, the vapor of her breath passing over him.

“I love you,” she whispered and he froze, his eyes opening. Pulling back again, he stared at her.

She was breathing hard, her mouth opening and closing a few times, though no words came out. He brought his hands up to cup her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly.

“I love you,” she whispered again and he smiled.

“God. I love you too,” he replied and she nodded as she laughed and cried.

Bending his head, he held her face as he kissed her. She moved her hands from his coat to hold his forearms, their kisses slow.

A car drove past and she pulled back, still holding onto him. She smiled and he kissed her once more before stepping back and searching her face. She nodded and he grinned.

Moving apart, they got back into the car and he started the engine. She reached for his hand when they pulled back onto the highway and he took it, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles. She hummed and dipped her head, smiling shyly. He grinned and kissed her hand again as they drove to the motel.

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He woke to the sound of muffled shouting and he jumped out of bed, peeking through the curtain to be sure everything was okay. Seeing a group of teenagers skateboarding in the parking lot, he let out a sigh of relief as he closed the curtain and turned away from the window.

Glancing toward the bed, he walked to the television and turned it on, hoping the low volume would cover the noise outside. With a look to the bed again, he nodded and went to use the bathroom.

Closing the door quietly behind him when he was finished, he stopped in front of the television and watched as a fox jumped and spun through a hill of purplish pink flowers.

“The young fox runs through a field of wildflowers,” the narrator of the documentary stated. “Perhaps he has been spooked by another animal, or perhaps he has seen a vixen and he is showing off to gain her attention.”

“Or perhaps…” Mulder whispered with a smile. “Perhaps said vixen has indicated that she loves him for the very first time and he can’t help but react in such a manner.”

“Hmm,” came a low hum from the bed and Mulder turned his head to watch Scully as she shifted in her sleep.

“Yeah,” he continued in a whisper. “I’m certain his vixen has expressed her love and he’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life.”

“Hmmm… Mmmulder?” Scully breathed, as she ran her hand over the spot he had recently vacated and he walked to stand beside the bed.

“I’m here,” he whispered and she opened her eyes. Frowning in the brightness, she quickly closed them again.

“Mmm… why is the television on?” she said with a small groan and he smiled.

“There was noise outside, some boys skateboarding, so I thought I’d-”

“Add to it?” she asked, shifting again and the sound of her legs moving beneath the covers made his pulse race. “Turn it off and come back to bed.” A shout of triumph was heard outside and she smiled, opening her eyes briefly to look at him. “Hear that? They agree with me.”

“Yeah, I heard,” he said with a chuckle as he stepped back and turned off the television.

The room was dark once again and the noise of the skateboarders now seemed louder than before.

“That won’t bother you?” he asked as he joined her in bed, her bare legs entwining with his as she moved closer to him, her arm wrapping around his waist.

“Would you ask them to stop if it did?”

“If you wanted me to, I would,” he said, running a finger down her spine, causing her to shiver.

“In your current state of dress?” she teased as she ran her fingernails across his bare back in retaliation and he chuckled.

“Well, I’d put something on,” he assured her.

“If that’s the case, then no, the sound doesn’t bother me at all,” she said, kissing his neck and pulling him closer, her naked breasts pressing into his chest. “It took us far too long to reach this point. If it means you’d leave this bed again, I can handle a little bit of adolescent noise.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in agreement as he closed his eyes and traced circles up and down her back, causing her to moan softly.

“Mulder,” she whispered as she kissed his neck again.

“Dude! That was bitchin’!” a voice yelled outside as another cheer went up and Scully chuckled.

“I love you,” she said, snuggling even closer as she yawned.

“I love you too,” he said, breathing in her scent before he also yawned.

Hearing her breathing slow as she fell asleep, naked in his arms, he smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

He chuckled quietly as he recalled the scene of the young fox gallivanting through a sea of flowers. His actions could have been completely random, but considering his own overwhelming happiness at the moment, Mulder was not convinced.

Feeling a sense of connection to his namesake, Mulder was certain that somewhere out of camera shot, a sleek haired vixen sat watching the fox’s antics, completely aware of the reason he was unable to contain his outright joy.

And she was smiling.

#the x files #xf fanfic #msr #light angst #post amor fati #season 7 #worry and concern #discussions of feelings #kissing #forehead kisses #first time #snuggling and cuddling #naked cuddling #teasing #declaration of love

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transmechanicus · 2 years

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Gave Dying Light a try and holy fuck does the game ever become unplayably difficult at night.

#my stuff #also enemies take WAY to much effort to kill. ESPECIALLY humans #i stabbed you 8 times in the face! DIE!#but yeah having a game that’s leaning heavily on movement mechanics get WAY harder when you already can’t see???#IDIOT decision!!#Also there’s way too many fucking Volatiles!! The first time they showed up i couldn’t PISS without alerting them!#Like 20 on screen at any given time!! TOO MANY #There should be like 3!! So you can conceivably avoid them!! Like you’re supposed to!!#Also the map is NOT designed well enough for continuous free running are you kidding me #plenty of fucking buildings where you’ll latch on with nowhere to go #like if the free running and map was FLAWLESS then the nighttime bs might be more workable #but as is it’s impossible. I cannot DO anything without attracting 7 Volatiles! And now they wanna send me on night missions?? FUCK THAT #dying light

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timey-fandom-stuff · 4 months

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I used to have a Deltarune Monsterswap AU concept 300 years ago but I literally can't remember what it was so... I made a new one.

consider the following: Monster AU Kris, but they're basically just a stray dog that keeps mooching for chocolate and also raids your trash when you're not looking. if it fits in their mouth they're eating it. Noelle is not getting back her gingerbread erasers from 3rd grade.

there is no puppy-proofing anything from this menace. sorry.

#Deltarune AU #kris dreemurr #deltarune #my art #my sketches #deltarune monsterswap #yes that's supposed to be human noelle lol #they're both like. 6 or 7 there probabLY #anyway they're actually LOOSELY based on el cadejo #so their colors actually invert depending on dark/light world form; the two types of cadejo... benevolent and malevolent.#if i had the patience i'd draw them meeting noelle the first time too because i think it's funny #tho i might if people want to see it lol they're just a freakin puppy but they act so weird it creeps her the heck out #and the convo about it way later is kinda funny too (they're so mean to her. rude little menace in every universe smh)#she tells them she thought they were gonna eat her and they freakin' LICK her and go 'nah. not ripe yet' 'KRIS!!!' '... kidding.'#sorry noelle your weird neighbor is a puppy that kinda sucks at interacting with humans. and also eats all your erasers. sorry.

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cauterizedpod · 1 year

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Welcome Aboard the Galapagos Undursa!

Thank you for choosing the Galapagos Undursa!

Watch your step, good luck, and enjoy the ride!

Cauterized is a Cat Whiskr Production by me, Cat, also the voice for Burnice/Bunnie. You can find it under Cauterizedpod on your social media of choice. Naomi was voiced by Izze, who you can find at @lotsadeer/@theshawndeer and support on Ko-fi. You can also find seer in the upcoming @colchispod as well.

Sound effects are used under a creative commons 0 attribution license from freesound.org

Music by Kevin MacLeod and by future voice to Kadin, Mitul Minstry, @heyimmitul or on his website mitulmistrymusic.com

#audio drama #audio fiction #my art #podcast #horror podcast #podcasting #new podcast #survival podcast #podcast recommendation #cauterized #cauterizedpod #survival #I'm so so so excited to post this #i have spent an ungodly amount of time on these 7 minutes and i hope you can tell how tired I am in the credits #It would mean a lot to me to have this shared! I'm hoping to start real release of the first three episodes by the end of Fall. <3 #Thank you to izze for being my guiding light through this process #until jan I did not even have a mic much less a brain for sound design and I have learned everything in the last few months :#Thank you to my husband for listening to Welcome Aboard the Galapagos Undursa a million times and for managing the toddlers #and thank you to my dear friend Travis for helping me along and being the best encouragement #And thank you to my friends for being part of my project in general I love you guys #Spotify

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lixbf · 3 months

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it rly makes me go ??? when ppl say shit abt astarion being evil or how you have to be rly evil to get w him like. no? hes not a wyll-level good person by any means but hes not just evil either. and rly just like w all the other companions all you rly gotta do to get on his good side is yknow support him as a person, accept his boundaries and let him do some kinda maybe not perfectly moral stuff thats important to him like letting him kill gandrel or letting him drink your blood or letting him take that necromancy book

#hes like. chaotic neutral over all id say? idk im not the most experienced w dnd alignments #but to me hes basically just a jaded and traumatized guy who feels betrayed by gods and heroes alike at the beginning of the game #does he approve of some morally questionable choices? yeah but thats always like. 1 approval. you dont have to do that to make him like you #sure playing in a way where you only pick the stuff he approves of might not uh. end well.#bc hes just like 'ooh this would be fun to do rn' and it's like letting marcus take isobel from the last light inn #but doing that w shadowheart or lae'zel or even gale (and in some instances karlach and wyll too) wouldnt end well #lfucking hell wyll wants to murder karlach when you first meet him. lae'zel is fully ready to let shadowheart die or kill her multiple times #in conclusion. if you wanna romance astarion.#you just have to either say youre not gonna help an npc and then still help them.#or help an npc and them expect a reward for it.#and hes gonna be a-okay w everything you do even if you go around just being very heroic 24/7

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cream-and-tea · 1 year

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LAY ME DOWN. chapter seven excerpt. unedited. featuring: agnes taking some time to explore her new surroundings and reflect on her old ones. blasphemy. implied homophobia. religious trauma. mild injury.

[Transcript under the cut]

hiiii! we’ve had pallas’s existential gender ponderings so it’s only fair that i post something that features much more heavily in the plot: Agnes And The Ongoing Sexuality Crisis! now go and listen to hallelujah (in your arms) by semler at least 50 times to accurately recreate the experience i had writing this chapter <3

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This isn’t the first time she’s dreamt of girls.

Agnes considers that fact as she pulls everything out of the chest sitting at the foot of the bed (spare bedding mostly, sheets and quilts and pillowcases— multiple of each—and at least one heavy coat). They’ve never felt like that before though, clear and cold like water running over her skin, so obviously there. Most of the time she doesn’t even remember the other ones, just the feeling of them, waking up part ashamed and part euphoric (the euphoria always wore off long before the shame).

Agnes checks under the bed, then opens and closes the drawer on the end table, scoots it over to peer behind it, not really sure what she’s looking for. Secret passages maybe? Hidden traps? Something to let her know what the rules are here.

There are, in her experience, at least three kind of rules in the world: the kind that people will tell you up front, the kind that they expect you to just know about and act surprised when you don’t, and the kind that they never say out loud but you can feel somewhere in your bones must be followed at all costs (We don’t talk about how Agnes sees ghosts and we don’t talk about how Agnes thinks about girls both fall into this category). Normally it takes her way too long to figure out which are which, she can’t afford to do that here where everything is already so confusing.

Pallas would probably know all the rules, if she can find them, if they don’t make her brain explode when she does. Pallas had seemed to know everything about whatever this place is. What would they think of the girl in her dreams? They’re a weird and very sharp sort of person, she thinks, not really anything in particular at all. A why more than a what. If they weren’t definitely going to murder her if she looked at them wrong she would ask about that.

There’s nothing in the desk but pencils, pens and a stack of notebooks. There’s nothing under the rug or behind the dresser filled with clothes that all look her size. The bookshelf is half full of titles she doesn’t recognize. She’s too weak to climb up to and push aside the strange painting of a human-faced deer full of arrows that hangs over the fireplace. When she limps her way to the bathroom the tub is still full and stagnant from when she filled it the night before but her clothes have mysteriously vanished from their crumpled pile on the floor.

Agnes sways, then sits on the edge of the bathtub to appease her screaming ankle. She swings one leg into the water, hoping that will somehow help the pain, presses the heels of her hands into her eyes. “Okay. Okay okay okay.”

Things she knows: This is a library in a forest a long time after libraries stopped being something people thought about (her mother is dead). This library is supposedly full of people like her and people like Pallas (her Papá is gone). It’s going to teach her about what she is (her mother is dead). It’s not going to be easy (her mother is dead). She shouldn’t tell anyone her name (her mother is dead). The Library is supposed to save the world. (her Papá is gone). There are doors in trees that lead to tunnels that lead to here and things that look like dogs but aren’t and people that can bend blood and flesh and a Director who’s office sits in the void with a sword hanging above it in suspended animation (her Papá is gone and her mother is dead her Papá is gone and her mother is dead but somehow she is alive alive alive).

Things she doesn’t know: How exactly The Library is going to save the world. What The Library knows about the men in white. Where the men in white could have taken Papá. How these people can teach her about ghosts. How this place stands untouched in a forest that consumes everything around it. Why the girl in her dreams was asking her to find her. Whether or not there will be people her age here. Why the dogs and the Director and the librarian remind her of what the men in white did to her mother. Where her clothes went. If she’ll ever see Pallas again or if they’ve left her for good. If God hates her or not. Why there’s a sword in the Directors office. If there’s a place she can get food. If there’s any point to the deer painting or if it’s there just to creep her out.

The closest thing they’d had to art on the walls back home was a wood-burned etching of the Virgin Mary that sat propped on a shelf above the kitchen table. Papá had made it for Mother for some anniversary and it really was very beautiful, dark line’s swirling across polished cedar. Her mother loved it and Agnes loved it too, there was something mesmerising about how the natural whorls and grain of the wood mixed with scratchy charcoal dark swirls. She’d liked the way the Mother of Gods eyes were ever so slightly downcast, as if she wanted to look at you but couldn’t quite bring herself to. Agnes could relate to that. And then one night when she was thirteen and everything seemed awful forever she’d gone to bed late after too little time spent with Mother and too much time wandering with the ghosts and dreamt that the carving had come alive.

Mary had still been the colour of wood in the dream, but soft to the touch, human and wrapped in flowing fabric. Agnes had been standing barefoot and bareshouldered in the middle of the kitchen and Mary had knelt in front of her very very close and Agnes had used to clumsy hands to move the veil from her hair and the Blessed Virgin's hair had come loose around her face and she’d put her carvedgirl hands on either side of Agnes’s face.

Then Mary had said nos diligimus, quoniam ipse prior dilexit nos and put her lips close to Agnes’s and Agnes had woken up screaming like someone had doused her with boiling oil.

This, obviously, woke her parents, but she’d been too sick with horror and shame to lie so instead had sobbed out everything into Papá’s shoulder. Then Mother had begun to talk in the high and strung out way that there was something very, very wrong and Papá had sent her to sit on the steps outside in the gnawing February air where she’d pressed her hands to her ears and her snot-streaked face to her knees, trying to block out the sound inside while a dead woman and her barely-there son had pressed to either side of her, trying to be comforting but really only making her colder.

She felt about the same then as she does now, half-awake and shuddery and like she could make one wrong move and the world would collapse in screaming fire around her, well-worn prayers buoying in her heavy head, bits of wood carried along by a torrent of floodwater.

Oh Lord, what’s happening to me.

Oh Lord, why why why why why.

#listen ok. listen it was so hard to decide which warnings to put at the top of this one #how dare i say can i accurately sum up ‘so one of my first Gay Awakening moments was with the wood burned carving of the virgin mary my pa #rents kept in our kitchen. yeah it was kind of hot. yeah it scarred me for life’#i think i did well considering the circumstances lol #and yes despite this being in chapter 7 agnes will take the majority of the book to admit she likes girls #not that i blame her but babygirl. sweetheart. pls take a moment and sit down and think #it’s so funny bc for the entire story pallas is like i am so Brooding and Traumatized #i have Secrets That Must Never See The Light Of Day i am lying to myself at all times #meanwhile agnes is operating at a baseline repression level they can’t even DREAM of #it’s the growing up catholic <3 #wip: ghost story #creme does a writing

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