#Ty!! I love doing these

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Ok new thoughts about the Eldritch Farm AU, but all the new content blended together in my head.

Because for Wednesday and Divina it starts out almost as an experiment. There’s no ill will toward Enid and Yoko, but they want to give staying in one place a try for a while. And Enid and Yoko seem like the best candidates. So they settle down. Alter the past (or the memories of the past) a bit, and live their lives of domestic bliss.

But there’s a funny thing about domestic bliss. If you’re doing it wrong, it’s the worst form of torture you can imagine. Banality. But if you’re doing it right, it must be comparable to what the mortals call heaven. And Enid and Yoko? They are right for Wednesday and Divina. Seeing things from a mortal point of view for so long, how the pair of mortals navigate their lives, the ups and downs, emergencies and quiet moments. The Eldritch entities begin to experience some very real, non-Eldritch emotions. Urges to stay with them, hold and be held by them, protect them.

And there is much to protect them from. Because mortals are so fragile, yet so brash in their existence. The pair frequently operate devices that could end them in an instant if they’re not careful. And they even have, once or twice.

Or three times.

Or five times.

Or how many times now?

Wednesday and Divina are not omnipotent. They are mighty, much more so than a mortal could ever know. But not infinite. They never believed in fate, not until their wives seemed to keep being killed. But they’ve never tried to bring a mortal back before. And oh it worked, and it keeps working, but they also keep dying. Why? Are they marked for death?

It doesn’t matter. They are Wednesday and Divina’s wives. They are protected. And the Eldritch beings will bend reality in every way, do whatever it takes to keep them by their sides.

Enid stumbled into their meeting table, her body screams in an agony she cannot see. Her hand reaches for yoko before stilling when her friend flinches back.

Her fingers curl and her body aches again when she tries to get situated.

"it's happening to you, right?" Enid whispers. "we aren't - I know that I should've been paste right now."

Yoko stares back, her eyes a little blood shot and skin a bit paler than it should. Her teeth are sharp when she bites her lips before speaking. "I think I drank something I shouldn't."

The croaking of a raven doesn't even make Enid flinch. She does however tense when it lands on her shoulder before rubbing it's head onto her hair. Yoko too had her own bird, a small humming bird that plucked at strands of the woman's hair before settling in the middle of her head.

For some reason, they long since gotten attached to the two mortals. Why? Enid and yoko don't bother trying to know.

"I'm glad you're alive," yoko says and finally she reaches forward to give a grounding clasp around Enid's hand.

Enid nods. She doesn't understand what in the tartarus is happening but the memory of Wednesday drawing a hot bath after waking up screaming is enough to make her grip back.

"me too."

Or, sometimes healing a body too fast has its effects. The brain thinks that the literal injury still exists because well, it's supposed too. It's supposed to last for atleast months or more but nope, just poof, the wound is sealed.

It still fucks with the person though and it sticks like a parasite

[lilydvoratrelundar]

1, 2, 3, 6, and 7! :)

1: song with a colour in the title: really struggling with this one for some reason the only one i can think of is Blue Badge Abuser by Half Man Half Biscuit

2: song with a number in the title: Take Five by the Dave Brubeck Quartet

3: song that reminds you of summertime: uhhh. idk. my brains just playing me Ella Fitzgerald's version of It's Too Darn Hot

6: song that makes you want to dance: Ranking Full Stop by The Beat

7: song to drive to: someone who drives a car pls tell me what makes a song good to drive to cos i have no idea fjdslfkjlds

[cloudyydraws]

UY! PHILIPPINES!!!! PHILIPPINES!!!!

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[wheatormeat]

If there's anything I've felt about ace attorney since playing through the original trilogy, it's how cheated I've felt about the fandom interpretation of it. Y'all were so caught up with your gay boys and your Miles Edgeworths I didn't realize how much of this game was about WOMEN. THE CORE OF ACE ATTORNEY IS IN ITS FEMALE CHARACTERS. From Mia jumpstarting Phoenix and guiding him throughout the whole trilogy even after her death, her presence being the primary connecter of Phoenix and Maya, Maya and Godot, heck even Dahlia and Iris and the whole lot of them. From Franziska's earnest faith and consolation of Miles Edgeworth, even begrudgingly, pulling him out the trauma of his childhood with the face to face confrontation of a bullet wound in the same spot as the man who killed his father. Lana and Ema dragging Phoenix back into the thing he does best. Lana and Ema who's tragic story lies in a pair of sisters ruined by the heinous law system and their unconditional love for each other. Dahlia and Iris with a different version of sisterly tragedy, struggling through generational trauma in separate settings and support systems. The matter of the Fey tradition looming over the entire narrative and all the legal and social terror that comes with it. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE ACE ATTORNEY WOMEN.

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[erabu-san]

Sumeru family trip !

[bunubunss]

you opened a door that a kid shouldn't walk through

[suntails]

happy birthday silver!!

[cloudpalettes]

something something self-restraint something

[heybaetae]

maknae line + gestures of love 🫰🏼💋🫶🏼🌹🤟🏼 happy birthday @jkvjimin! ♡

[morningsaidthemoon]

Excerpt from The Song of Roland, translated by Norma Lorre Goodrich (Medieval Myths)

[cherrirui-official]

I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha

I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

[mxrisacoulter]

Barbie (2023) // Supernatural (2005-2020) 8x05 - "Blood Brother"

[ssunphire]

my fav atla ships as ship dynamics pt. 1 ‼️

art credits: dawningrot on tiktok