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my newest hobby is playing Ace Attorney with the Legally Blonde musical soundtrack playing instead of the game soundtrack

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I just want the shark-loving little boys who show up to my job to know that I am one of them

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have you ever discovered a fandom, seen the ships, not loved the ships, then had a dream that you loved one of the ships?

then you wake up and go “huh. That’s funny. But I don’t ship it.”

and then 12 hours later, you find yourself shipping it?

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somehow, my favorite characters always end up being the initially-rude-but-actually-just-really-emotionally-traumatized-one-with-good-character-development

or the girls who could absolutely destroy me in a fight.

there is no in-between.

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I feel like Miles Edgeworth would just adore watching Bluey.

It feels kinda on-brand… you know, with the Steal Samurai and all?

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my typical rotations of ships to let consume my mind has recently, for the first time in probably years, gained a straight couple.

on an unrelated note, InuKago has taken over my life.

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currently incredibly hyped to celebrate my first DL6/Traumatize Edgeworth season as new blood to the Ace Attorney fandom

because after all:

almost Christmas means it wasn’t Christmas

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I give you: a drawing from several years ago.

after going through my bedroom to *try* and clean it, I have discovered this.

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(The opening to) Chapter 1 of a WIP Novel

Bright lights flashed, forcing her to squint. The scent of liquor was sharp in the air, burning her nose. Shouts echoed around the gambling den, but she couldn’t make out any particular words, turning them into a jumble of sounds. Valorie let out a long sigh. Every minute seemed to be dragging its feet in the mud. It had to be well past midnight. Bryce had said the job would run late into the night, but Valorie hadn’t been prepared to be out this late. She flexed her fingers in her black acrylic gloves. They were the only part of her outfit she was allowed to keep on for the job, and only for safety reasons. If her skin came in contact with the chemicals she was working with, she’d have a bigger problem than the stiff suit she was forced to don to blend in. 

Fourteen people had to die tonight, and Valorie had to get paid. 

If you would like to read more, please let me know! These are all my original characters in their own original world. The story is a current WIP of mine, and I really enjoy sharing my stories with others.

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A poem I wrote for a poetry contest:

(Which ended up getting published since I was a finalist)

Clicks as I turn the keys

Splutters as the engine revs

Coughs as the exhaust in the pipe frees

Purrs as the car longs to be out on the road

A Muslim child in a Hindu country

Most customers are warm and welcoming,

But the ones who are angry

That I am Muslim, I can just see

I consider myself lucky

They have been letting go

They fired many employees

But I am still here, so I am still free

Sure, customers hurtle abuses at me

And I listen to them all, eardrums like steel

As they berate me, or collect their food only after I leave,

For being a Muslim child in a Hindu country

There are those that will just tell me

They don’t want a Muslim delivery

They don’t want someone like me

Not in this Hindu country

Cracks as the glass in the windshield is freed

Splutters as the brick hits my chest

Coughs as the wind is knocked out of me

Causing a detour in my delivery

They were right, I see

My friends who said

Who told me

Not to make 10 PM deliveries

But I need the money to be free

I make a hard right at 10:23

Slamming into a light pole

On the side of the street

And almost knocking the lights out of me

On the side of the road in Delhi

I am pulled from my car

Head throbbing aggressively

And unsure what will happen to me

I listen to what they have to tell me

As they force me to chant a Hindu expression

And berate me

For being a Muslim child in this Hindu country

I tell them I only wish to be free

That they can rob and take

And steal what they want from me

Only if they let me be free

Eyes glazed like pottery

Wondering if ever

I, a Muslim child in a Hindu country

was free

Grunt as the knife enters my side

Squelch as it turns like the

Clicks of the key

Cough like the exhaust from the pipe

Wishing to be free

Wanting to be free

Why can’t they see that they’re the same as me?

(Here’s the article the poem is based from: “Gig Workers Are Being Stabbed, Beaten, and Abused in India,”)

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Took some photos! The place had some fantasy vibes.

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Behold! My favorite girl from a Demon Slayer manga panel I colored.