#AO3 Karma

[puppppppppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[crowfaraday]

she learns to walk and realises she can just Leave now

[oliveo-il]

Miles and his movie nights with different family members!!! (I swear I didn’t forget Franziska I just lost motivation on that sketch but they were drinking tea and she was insulting his posture) They’re all such wildly different people but it’s always that same feeling of safety that comes with doing the mundane with them

HEADCANON TIME!!!

When he’s with the Wrights they’re watching Disney or something and regardless of the movie Phoenix is out like a light twenty minutes in while Miles and Trucy whisper commentary the entire time with the chronic yappers they are

When he’s with Maya they hate watch shitty Netflix/live action adaptations of the Steel Samurai and analyze every inaccuracy to the source material while wearing their matching Steel Samurai merch sweaters (it was Maya’s idea but Miles likes the merch too much to decline)

When he’s with Franziska they watch copious amounts of true crime probably in 2x speed and solve the cases before the detectives in the show do and scoff while they drink their tea like the prodigious little assholes they are

[wayrad]

Clegan Brokeback Mountain AU

All We Got on ao3 | 18.9k

Signal, Wyoming. 1963.

Gale Cleven and John Egan up on a mountain. Things get pretty dramatic, eventually.

(It's a goddamn shame there's still a war on)

[badkarma1998]

:)

Then she was being put down on a cold solid surface, her breathing finally finding a pattern. Rapid and shallow, but almost steady. She was looking up at a crumbling escalator, the ground under her now made of cracked tile instead of cement. She was still underground, but she was back where they'd first come in. And so was Butch. Knelt in front of her, hands grasping tightly at her biceps, a look of concern so out of place on his face that it filled her with a different kind of dread. "B-butch…?" Her own voice came out broken and unsteady, and she realized she was crying. "S-shit, Liz are you with me?" He asked. A new wave of emotion hit her like a charging yao guai, causing her to choke on a sob. She was underground, but she wasn’t alone. She wasn’t lost, or starving, or wounded. Butch hadn't left her. She wasn’t alone. Another sob ripped through her and she slumped forward into his chest, somehow breathing a little more steady even while crying. Her hands found their way around him and clutched at the fabric of his shirt, the warmth of his skin underneath it almost as grounding as the sunlight. She realized he wasn’t wearing his jacket, instead the worn leather was draped around her shoulders. He pulled her into him, arms wrapping tightly around her in a way that was almost entirely foreign. His grip so tight it almost hurt. Butch Deloria was holding her while she sobbed into his collar. "Hey. Hey hey hey, i-it's ok… you're ok… I gotcha…" he said, his voice unsteady but with a strain that made it evident he was attempting to be calm.

Nothin like a post panic attack meltdown!

Which is to say I have been writing a fun handful of bits about the trauma The Pitt would leave on my Lone Wanderer, in this case a developed fear of being underground cuz uh, you sure do gotta wander an endless labyrinth of train tunnels with no guide to get back to the Capital Wasteland and oooh baby that'd make the DC metro tunnels fun to go into huh? :)

[mslovepoem]

The final scene of Chirality 🥺 I just wanted to draw Karma getting his hug

[zer0kinds]

u guys are eating good today!!!!!! NEW LOTU CHAPTER NOW UPPPPPP

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63892744

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62903131/chapters/163498597

[coolerhope]

I don't believe Edgeworth was constantly suffering while growing up under MvK. (Honestly, I find it more interesting if there was love/admiration and trust in that relationship. It's what makes betrayal so much worse)

However, I do think that Phoenix believes he was eternally suffering through all those years and it annoys Edgeworth to no end.

[stardustmuncher]

PLEASE STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS.

(all fake names used.)

I haven't posted on here in quite a while, and this isn't my normal content, but I need this to be known.

I am in high school, I am a teenager. I am still legally considered a child.

Today, we had a child bring a gun to school.

For context, I attend a K-12 charter school. We have three buildings. Kindergarten through third grade are on the main floor and ninth through twelfth grade is on the second floor of the main building. Fourth and fifth share a trailer, while middle school also has a trailer on campus.

We are apart of the top one hundred schools in Colorado at the moment, although we have been rated higher. Our classes learn Latin from kindergarten all the way through freshman year, further if you so choose, we read about ancient Mythos, we learn about not only American history, but all backgrounds. Our student body continues to grow in diversity, with more students of color coming to attend. We pride ourselves on our classical learning, and we also pride ourselves on the bright young minds that we foster.

Today, a fourth grader brought a loaded and active handgun to school.

During second period, a shelter in place was put into effect. Just the day before, we had a fire drill. Everyone assumed that since it's the end of the month, admin were just doing all the drills that we could. I didn't think much of it, my close friends didn't think much of it, our teacher didn't think much of it.

Class continued as usual. I remediated a failed quiz, my friends chatted with me. A couple of people grabbed chicks that my biology teacher kept in the corner of the class and started messing with them. Initially, I was irritated because I was trying to work. It's hard to work when a handful of chicks are constantly peeping loudly. It wasn't until lunch that I learned that there was an active threat, and those people could have gotten us killed in the worst case scenario.

After the shelter-in-place was lifted, I continued on to my third period class as usual. We were reading Antigone, the first play in the Three Theban plays. I was excited that class was cut, it meant less reading. I asked my teacher what had happened. He shrugged; no one know yet.

I went to fourth period. It was a work day, and I finished my assignment early. I then moved to sit with a group of my friends, and discuss the news and random trivia. All four of them were on our Knowledge Bowl team. They had been awarded earlier for taking first place at state.

I went to lunch next, eating in my Latin teacher's home room with my friends. My best friend, Mk, showed up during lunch. She had spent the morning at physical therapy.

She told us there had been a weapon found, and we all laughed it off initially. There was no way. We haven't had a threat of violence to our school since a controversy back in 2009.

The teacher asked us to be quiet, there was an email she had to read to us.

A kid brought a weapon to school. We were going home early.

At first, our minds fixated on the fact that we'd go home early. It was Thursday, we don't have school on Friday. I'd miss drama club because of what happened, but I'd get an early weekend. I was ecstatic.

Mk and I then had to walk around the hallways, discussing her morning and telling her about the shelter in place. We were coming back around the corner when another friend, Henry, found us. His mother had texted.

A fourth grader, a child in his youngest brother's class, had brought a loaded, active handgun to school and was making threats towards students.

We were shocked. What could we say? The kid's nine, maybe ten by now. The information didn't settle in our mind until we had time to sit down in our fifth period class. We got locked in the class room until it was time for our early dismissal.

Everyone was just having fun, joking around, playing games on our phones (they're banned at their school), and being excited to get released.

In all honesty, a lot of it was really just us coping with the severity of the situation. Henry's little brother was in that class. Mk's little brother was supposed to be in the same building that day.

I texted my step mom and my dad in a panic. My dad was in a class, doing a presentation. My step mom was at work. I had to call my grandmother to pick me up.

I got home safely. I wonder who wouldn't have.

My dad called me as soon as he saw the texts. He was scared. He voted for Donald Trump, he voted for people to keep dangerous guns. I wonder if he knows he indirectly caused this.

My real mom texted me too, asking if I was okay. I responded lightly. She texted me again, making sure. I said I wasn't, and we called. It didn't make me feel better. I have to sleep in her bed tomorrow night.

Nothing happened today. But it could have.

I don't want to go to school on Monday anymore. I was excited for the next week, since we're participating in a "Kindness is Contagious" week, and we're allowed to dress up. I was excited to wear Barbie pants and a FNAF tee shirt on Monday. I don't want to go anymore.

I shouldn't feel terrified to be the place where I legally have to be. I should want to stay in bed longer in the mornings because I am so exhausted from having too much fun, not because I dread going in the case that my safety is compromised.

Not to mention how little the American government is doing for all of the kids of our country. This is the second time a student has brought a gun to school in my county in the past three weeks. We live in a small town, one that's rapidly growing, but it's still small. Our mall has had the same 20ish stores for ten years. Everyone gets excited when anything new opens up, we're still a tight knit community. Still, gun violence is too relevant, more than it should be here.

I don't understand how politicians can decide that tariff wars and bombing places in the Middle East is helping anything. People beg our government to focus on what's happening with illegal immigration inside the country, but ignore the students that die because of what happens every year.

I thought I was safe. I've never worried about going to school. Our shitty little town is too small, everyone knows each other.

Apparently not. That child stole the gun from their step father, and had been acting out violently for weeks.

Please, everyone, for the love of God or Allah or what deity you may believe, hold your loved ones a little tighter, be a little more grateful that you don't always fear for your life, think about the good a little more.

Reach out to your local governor about these concerns. Talk to a lisenced therapist. Band together, create a community. Create a safe space so that this doesn't happen again. Be a little bit kinder to the next person you see, you don't know what their last straw might be.

Reblog, reply, and share this post as you need. Share your experience with others. My DMs are open for anyone who is a victim of something similar. Please, don't isolate. Spread awareness, and please, keep in contact and try and help prevent any more gun violence and any more school shootings. We all play a part in this.

(By the way, link down below is my Twitter thread on the exact same situation. I don't have any credibility on Twitter, so it would be appreciated if people would share that around too.)

and then tags for reach.

[packleaderbriggan]

Every author is aware of the "characters take on their own lives in our writing, we're just along for the ride"

But I now present to you "characters take on their own lives in our writing and they're using it to hurt the author"

Brought to you by "my coping mechanism is hurting me back help I can't escape why does it hurt so much AHAHHAHHHH-"

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Character: Mia Fey

Sample Size: 992 stories

Source: AO3

[10000year-old-child]

The fanfics of Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan as siblings strongly reminds me of Shi Wudu and Shi Qingxuan from TGCF. Imagine if the reason Shen Jiu was reborn as a slave was because of his previous actions/ death as Shi Wudu and is given the worst of luck (misfortune follows him). Which is why Shen Yuan was taken from him to be raised in a softer, more comfortable world because he obviously suffered hardships at the end of his life as Shi Qingxuan.

Also if He Xuan was reborn as Luo Binghe. you know, the protagonist. who is also a heavenly demon (former ghost king, anyone?). Who has all the fortune in the world protecting him and forcing him to progress forward no matter what.

Shen Yuan becomes obsessed with Luo Binghe. he cheers him on and becomes his no. 1 fan. enjoying his progress and journey. He feels strangely connected to the character. (He wants to see him progress because the guilt of stealing his fate still lingers). Meanwhile, Luo Binghe the cold, vengeful heavenly demon who is put on the scholarly peak feels empty inside 24/7 develops an obsession with Shen Yuan almost instantly after his transmigration. An obsession that changes his entire cruel demeanor and he doesn't know why either but Shen Yuan (Shen Qingqiu) is otherworldly and perfect and he must make sure all his needs and wants are met. (He also wants to see him happy because he feels like he ruined the last good thing remaining in his previous life. He is Lowkey guilty about it)

Shen Jiu (Shi Wudu) was once offered the chance to redeem them both, bury old wounds and start over with Luo Binghe as his student. But he could never shake the uncomfortable feeling he gets from the little beast. After their last disastrous life where he dies as Shen Qingqiu in the water prison he is offered the option to return but this time give his previous younger brother the chance to try instead. While Shen Jiu would be taken some other world to start over (obviously he suffered enough) maybe he'd take his brother's place in the modern world or some other new place. He feels bitter about it but he eventually accepts it.

In a way they were all given EXACTLY what they wanted. Shi Wudu was given another chance, and obviously his brother was the safest he could possibly be as Shen Yuan, He Xuan got to be a one in a billion kind of talent with unlimited fortune, luck, strength and fate protecting him and got to have a chance at being a renewed Scholar in a cultivation sect not to mention his 3000+ wives (all the women he could protect). Shen Yuan got a break from his brother and well everyone and everything for a half lifetime, until he got to be with Luo Binghe again. Somehow it all worked out!