#its for character development

[thereturnofsluggie]

not me using my break time at work to draw my traumatized main character who i just threw into a dystopian warzone and broke his leg..

[wabunguss]

HEY WHATS UR OPINION ABT SOLCRO/CROSOL? Heh

i think they vwouldnt vwork out (i think that with most ships) but theyd definitely be like that fake dating to actual lovers trope or some dumb shit

heres some more drawving eridan from the back is fucking hard

if u vwant me to drawv some real sollux cronus kissing vwhatevwer rhe fuck i can feel free to likee ask!!

[toournextadventure]

So like, just to make sure... y'all will still love me if I accidentally threw a bunch of religious trauma into this chapter of "our little secret" right? Cause uhhhh oops 😬

[ihavearomaphobia]

I’m bored so here’s my Bunny Brother AU. I’ll probably make a comic or write a fanfic on it but I’m busy with other projects. If people like it enough, I probably do it.

A year after the Makki Invasion, Auntie dies leaving a scroll and her farm, in the will for Usagi, the ninja kids and Hana. Usagi refuses to open the scroll and never left the farm for weeks. The stone hears his grieving and opens a portal which an entity from another dimension runs loose.

The entity goes around scaring people, invading people’s homes to scavenge for food and a place to sleep. After it stays for the night, it leaves a pile of ryo, currency only used in feudal Japan. It never hurt anyone or stole anything except for food. The gang (minus Yuichi who was on the way) believed for a while that it was an evil yokai planning to terrorize the city but Usagi, after seeing it’s generosity, theorizes that it’s just confused.

Every time someone in the city received a visit, Lord Kogane would be there to take the coins for “investigation purposes” which ticked the entity so much that it snuck into his house in the middle of the night to threaten him to return the coins.

When the gang came to save the Shogun, they recognize it to be Miyamoto Usagi, Yuichi’s ancestor, but a 15-year-old teenager. When Miyamoto was taken from his time, he was still in training under Katsuichi so he wasn’t a samurai yet.

While trying to find a way to help Miyamoto return home, Yuichi made it his personal mission to show his role model the joys of Neo Edo and the future, hopefully to clear his mind and move on from Auntie’s death after a month of grieving.

Over time, the two start to bond, becoming the brothers both wanted but never had (for different reasons since the closest person Miyamoto had to a brother was Kenichi, who hated his guts) and start to question whether either of them really want Miyamoto to go back.

I started reading the Usagi Yojimbo comics and realized that Miyamoto was just a much mature and patient version of Yuichi. He’s petty, stubborn, likes to play tricks once in a while, kind of dumb, naive and impulsive, especially when he was still training.

He would be the best big brother to Yuichi since both lacked (healthy in Miyamoto’s case) friendships within the same age group. Yuichi grew up on a farm for the first 16 years of his life and had only Spot and Auntie. Miyamoto had two childhood friends but one of them he had a major crush on and the other only saw him as a rival and nothing else. For the rest of childhood since he was seven, he lived with a hermit in the middle of the woods and only going to the village for samurai business.

Both are used to growing up alone so having someone so close to themselves and their age will definitely heal their inner child.

Fight me on this but after Yuichi is over his fanboy phase and gets hit with the reality that Miyamoto hasn’t achieved anything yet, that boy will activate his “younger sibling” instincts and annoy his new big brother to death. Miyamoto would pretend to not like him for a while but will definitely kill anyone on sight if his baby brother was hurt.

It is also a fact that the two will team up and annoy any enemy (and friend. Kitsune, you are not safe) who deserves it. If Lord Kogane had a googley eyes glued to his forehead for an entire week, Miyamoto would argue that he is innocent and Yuichi would vouch for him as a witness.

[fairieink]

oops my hand slipped and now her mom is dead 😧

[charybdiaa]

Progress Sneak Peak for 10k

(A little section of chapter 21 of Miles Edgeworth the Ace Attorney, as a treat for getting me 10k hits haha. There’s only 14k out of 20k, so we’ve still got a while. Thank you for the support!)

Sincerely, Phoenix Wright

   Phoenix flipped the page of the thick book timidly. The paper rustled as it turned, each page somehow more complicated than the last… He could feel Manfred’s cold gaze glued to the top of his head as he prepared for them to move on. The old clock on the wall of Manfred’s office ticked loudly above them, an awful distraction in the horribly tense environment. Phoenix gulped and fiddled with the corner of the page, unwilling to look up at his teacher.

   “I’d like you to read that page aloud to me,” Manfred instructed lowly, a heavy ink pen propped up lazily in his right hand. Almost caught unaware, Phoenix looked down at the page he had turned to. Uh… he opened his mouth, but his voice caught in the back of his throat for a moment. Come on Phoenix, just read the first paragraph… 

   “Introduction to Basic Legal Citati--” Phoenix began, but he was cut off by the sudden sound of a heavy ink pen dropping against the desk.

   “Just read the passage, boy,” Manfred instructed, struggling to hide the contempt in his tone. Phoenix mumbled a ‘yes sir’ and glanced down at the meat of the page… he could feel anxiety building in his throat, his fingers seemed to tense around the heavy book. 

   “Whenever a specific passage of work speaks… directly and…” Phoenix blinked and looked down at the next word in confusion. Too big. Ugh, I hate this. “Authora… Authorativly.. A--”

   “Authoritatively.” Manfred corrected with a low growl. Phoenix winced at that. Focus, Phoenix, focus… you speak English you idiot, stop pretending this is so hard. He withheld an anxious sigh and attempted to continue.

   “... authoritatively,” Phoenix mumbled. “To the point for which you should cite it, the… the critical language should be quoted.” He was processing none of this. None of the words that were coming out of his mouth made sense… He’s going to get mad at me, I can feel it. Despite the fear brewing in his gut, he continued. “Indeed, rules of… ah… um…” I don’t even know where to start with that one. 

   “Appellate.” Manfred ground out. Phoenix blinked. What does that even mean… 

   “Apple-ate…” He could feel Manfred grimace at his butcher pronunciation. “Pro- uh.” Phoenix squinted at the word in an attempt to decipher it. “Procede--”

   “Stop.” Manfred bellowed. Phoenix’s mouth clicked shut immediately. He glanced at the man on the other side of the desk timidly, the man looked down at him with scrutiny and shame.

   “...” Phoenix’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry sir--”

   “You are 12 years of age, is that correct?” Manfred spoke clearly.

   “... I’m 13, sir.” Phoenix corrected him timidly. I don’t think that helps. I’m 13 and I can’t even read like a normal person. 

   “By the time Franziska is your age, she will already be a licensed Prosecutor.” Phoenix’s eyes landed on the floor. He could still feel Manfred’s gaze glued to him, watching his every shuffle with disgust. “Did you know that, boy?” 

   “... No, sir.” Phoenix whispered.

   “Based on your current level of academics, you would have been lucky to graduate from a Public High School.” Manfred continued. “And yet you look at me like your inability is somehow my own fault?”

   “I would never say that, sir--”

   “Then I expect you to act like it.” Manfred leaned forward slightly in his chair and brought his tone down to a low, venomous hiss. The office was enveloped in silence for a single beat. Phoenix found himself staring down at the page of his open book, trying not to cry. “I go out of my way to purchase books in your language, and you struggle to comprehend the most basic vocabulary. I did not choose to graciously adopt an illiterate infant, correct?”

   “That is correct, sir.” Phoenix mumbled. His vision blurred with budding tears. I’m not an illiterate infant, I’m not-- 

   “You have not shown me proof of that.” Manfred finalized. He picked his ink pen up from the surface of the desk and set it carefully into one of the drawers, his attention no longer glued to Phoenix. The man took a moment to haul himself up before he spoke up. “You are dismissed.” 

   Phoenix’s joints complained as he hauled himself up from his seat. Phoenix briefly wiped his eyes off on the cuff of his sleeve and left as fast as he could, now walking down the hall toward his bedroom. I need to be alone.

[newvegascowboy]

Every time I write I feel like I'm looming ominously behind a character, my eyes shining red and backlit by fire. When I write I feel like jason voorhees and the characters are the poor unsuspecting teenagers of camp crystal lake. I'm michael meyersing these bitches.

[shadowthestoryteller]

WHAT DO U DO TO CROSSHAIR?

I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING

The B1 on the other hand