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ok yeah i think i might be entering the critical Autumn Madness period actually
#nothing feels real and time is some kind of thick jelly and I Forgor.#it's getting real difficult to order my thoughts & speech again. you know how it is. or oh well i hope you don't!#i cant believe i wrote this poem less than a week ago? it's like a singular moment that feels like a dream and is suspended in Nothingness#and i remembered the moment & experience that led to its creation but not the actual poem itself - not something which happens usually#might as well have dreamed it#so i just. uh. rediscovered it. feels like an eternity has passed#but it's only been four days#what have i been doing these past four days?#mystery#i remember a few things but cant account for the rest of my activities. bit scary innit!#merely writing these words is proving a uphill battle also. slurry in my skull#we Are struggling
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Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)
I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c
Part Two:
Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D
Aaaand Part Three:
'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...
Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]
#fanart#comics#cult of the lamb#cotl#narilamb#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#cotl yellow cat#this is my headcanon and i'm sticking to it#the lamb is a goofy stabby-babby goober and narinder is just a grumpy asshole who constantly velcroes onto them for hella snuggles#look - if you've been trapped in the afterlife void for over a thousand years - you are GONNA want a fuckton of snuggles#that's just science#the scribble comic i did with narinder and the yellow cat can technically work as part four i guess#only instead of the lamb Going Gremlin at the attempt to steal their other followers' devotion#they just comin' at him for Rad Cuddles OuO#someday i will draw these two with the proper height difference i imagine them having#today is not that day#today is also not the day i pin down exactly how long i want narinder's tail to be#(but i want it to be Very Long - just because)#there are inconsistencies here and there and probably some mistakes but i have been working on these for a week and i am So Tired guys#EDIT: haha yeah i forgot to color in narinder's fukken ears again#fuk :)#EDIT 2: i fixed it but it's probably too late at this point lmao#EDIT 3: THE LAMB'S FUKKEN HORNS JFC#i am not editing this thing anymore cuz i need sleep and the mistakes are already out there *dies of artist mortification*
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I had a dream the other night
#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#hajime hinata#sdr2#super danganronpa 2#an art#kuzuhina#I decided to indulge in sth like this because I had several nightmares last night (fine now)#How many times can I draw them sleeping together platonically? Yes.#But also a hint of the others to underline the whole survivors group#That song is really only relevant at that first verse ....but oh well. Hey does anyone know a song called 4 AM#The only lyrics I remember are 'its four o clock in the morning' it's been removed from yt. Anyway! Good day
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#Hazbin Hotel#Lucifer Morningstar#I cant be alone with this#its four in the morning and I made this instead of sleeping#please tell me im not alone!!!#Lucifer Magne#please!!!#im begging!!!!!#i will read all the fics!!!#its only been a few days#I should be more patient#my love#Lucifer Morningstar x reader#I love him#Hazbin Hotel x reader
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Linktober Day 1: Mirror
Prompt list I'll be trying a few days from!
#linktober#the legend of zelda#four swords#shadow link#loz#loz fs#linktober 2024#josh art tag#gonna be doing a handful of days of Linktober (hopefully)!!#only some days cuz 1) ive literally never done all 31 days of an october art challenge and 2) i dont have ideas for every prompt#anyway pls read the four swords adventures manga#i am a changed person after that#i am shadow links biggest fan if shadow has no fans i am dead#that manga makes me really want dark/shadow link to be truly relevant to a zelda game....#like yeah dark link is an enemy sometimes#but as far as im aware the most relevant a dark/shadow link has ever been is in four swords adventures#and he wasnt even a character he was just a reoccuring enemy that showed up a lot i think#its sad that of all games its four swords that does the most with shadow link as a concept (again as far as im aware)#so yeah the manga is great cuz it made shadow a character#and it makes me want to have a zelda game where we somehow make an ally out of a shadow link
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today, my coworkers’ refusal to see me as a man put one of our patients in a position where they felt unsafe for the third time. i’ve been at this job for less than two months total. i don’t even care about getting misgendered anymore, i just want the people we’re supposed to be taking care of to feel comfortable around me.
i work at a hospital where we have to supervise our patients in a lot of vulnerable situations. there are safeguarding rules in place for certain things that male employees aren’t allowed to be present for when it comes to female patients. and yet, the people training me and telling me what to do have repeatedly put me in situations where i’ve been forced to do things that the female patients aren’t comfortable with me doing. and because they have repeatedly failed to teach me the rules for doing my job as a man, i have no way of knowing when i’m crossing one of those lines unless one of the patients tells me.
i’ve had to watch a victim of SA stare at me in abject terror as my coworkers asked her to strip naked with me still in the room. it took several minutes for her to even be able to speak enough to ask if i could leave the room. i found out after that she broke down crying the moment i walked out. my biggest regret is that i didn’t realize what was happening fast enough to leave before she ever had to say something, because she shouldn’t have had to say it. i never should’ve been allowed in the room in the first place, because that’s not something male employees are supposed to be present for. but i didn’t know that yet, because i was training and i thought surely, they wouldn’t train me to do something that directly violated their own safeguarding rules. that moment was the first time, and it’s haunted me ever since, but it wasn’t the last time. not only did it happen for the third time today — it almost happened for the fourth, and would have if someone hadn’t spoken up to say they should pick someone else. i care for these people so deeply, it’s why i took this job, and i’m so tired of hearing the fear in their voices when they have to ask me not to do something i never should’ve been told to do.
i’m very used to the personal discomfort of being misgendered. i willingly deal with it a lot at work as well as in other situations, not because i’m in the closet (at this point in my medical transition that would be impossible), but because it’s such a frequent occurrence with my coworkers that we would never get anything done if i took the time to correct them every time. but to see it get to the point of causing such visceral discomfort in other people? people i’m supposed to be taking care of and keeping safe? that’s something else entirely, and i’m fucking exhausted.
and after all of that, some of them still look at me like i have two heads when they tell me what to do and i say “i can’t do that, only female employees can” because i’m learning now. clearly i’m already seen as a man by our patients, but my coworkers would still rather put them in an unsafe situation than just train me as a man.
#to be clear it’s four different things they’ve asked me to do that im not supposed to#as soon as i find out about one rule they ask me to violate a different one that i didn’t know about#i will never ever forget that girl’s face and i’ll never stop being angry for her#for all three of them but especially her#i hate my coworkers for a million different reasons#the patients are the only reason i didn’t quit this job after the first day#i just want to do right by them and sometimes it feels like i’m the only one working there who does#it kills me because the patients who know im trans have been so great about it too#most of them know nothing about trans people but they’re so willing to learn and so respectful and we’ve had such great conversations#they’re getting fucked over by someone else’s transphobia when they themselves don’t have a single transphobic bone in their bodies#i hate this place because i care about the people in it too much to stand by the way it treats them and it’s killing me#transandrophobia#transandromisia#transmisandry#virilmisia#virilphobia#anti transmasculinity#transmascphobia
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Haunted car Au part 15
Previous. Masterpost
“Ok, then “car dude”. What the fuck are you doing and what did you do to Danny?” Red Hood demanded.
Danny wasn't sure to feel threatened by the Red Hood or appreciated over the fact that Jason had gotten the notorious Crime Lord Bat to look for him after only about a day and a half of being a car. He knew the other street kids trusted Jason with their lives, but to ask The Red Hood to find a missing kid was a bit much in his opinion. And while Danny trusted Jason (never with a bet involving stickers and Bat-Items again), he Did Not Trust Hood, especially when in the secret Batcave. He may be kidnapped, but that is better than death by Bats for intruding and finding out secret stuff. Danny was pulled from his thoughts when he felt a rap on the hood of the car.
“Hey, you going to give some form of answer? Or are you actually going to try to play dumb, cause I will take your wheels off.” Hood threatened again.
“Wait, did you just threaten the car equivalent to breaking his legs?” Duke asked, both amused and horrified. “Nope! We are not torturing a car in the Batcave!” Duke proceeded to try to drag Hood away from the Batmobile.
“Ge’ Off Glowstick. I need to know about Danny!-” Hood yelled while shoving Duke away from him, only to be interrupted by the car blasting the word “SAFE!” that sounded like a snip from a baseball game.
“Are you saying that Danny is safe?” Hood clarified.
It took Jason everything he had to not facepalm at the campiest “Ya!” he had ever heard. It reminded him of something from one of those sports themed Disney movies that Dick sometimes makes them watch.
“Ok. Where is Danny?” Hood asked.
Both Duke and Hood heard a sound clip of Ben Kenobi saying “Of course I know him. He’s me.” echo in the cave.
“Danny?” Both vigilantes asked, Duke in confusion and Hood in horror. This was answered with a “correct” dinging noise that was definitely taken from the Riddler.
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#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#haunted car au#ngl I only know it is Friday cause I had the house to myself#what month is it? what year? hell if I know anymore#this week has been a Time#short work week due to Labor day#and everything kicked off at work on a four day week#no thank you. please never again#can i sleep a week? that sounds nice#writing this as my dog is trying to herd me to bed#she is bestest girl#rambling over#Time to call in the big guns#aka the brain cell holder#after they calm down from finding out that a 14? 15? year old street kid is stuck possessing the Batmobile
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Genuinely so excited to see what these nerds get up to, ideal neighbour trio tbh.
#do these guys have a group name yet?#PET???#They’re gonna need one lmao#panzart#hermitcraft#pearlescentmoon#tangotek#ethoslab#digital art#god when was the last time I posted art here#idk but at least im not TOO late on posting this. only been like. four days since the ep 1s came out thats not too bad
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your horse meshi comic made me think that laios would have the craziest monster fursona just a thought
I would give anything to have your fresh eyes upon the story and plot of Dungeon Meshi.
#ask#dungeon meshi#It has been over four days since I got this ask and I've been stumped on how to answer it.#There certainly is a funnier way. Perhaps some looking into the camera like it's the office energy.#You're right - he would. You understand this character through and though.#I assume you are an anime only fan - which is brilliant! Love that you’ve commited to the experiance of weekly episodes!#I just…I hope you remember this as dungeon meshi continues on.#That’s all I’ll say
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Tadaaa, newww shadow company drawinggg🫶
Ignore that I'm drawing Christmas stuff in July, please ☹️
Featured characters ↓
3-09 - @vithoma
Mischelaneous shadow made on the spot - ...me
7-11 - @pampanope
7-28 / Dawn - me
Switch - @mythrite
#credits to Pampanope for the drawing in the picture frame 🫶#I started this like four days ago#and then I got sick and all motivated plummeted#my mother only mentioned she'd been exposed to Covid AFTER I'd been in the car with her for an hour there and an hour back#symptoms show up that night ☹️#literally punching the wall as i continue to draw#ALSO sorry if anyone wasn't okay eith me drawing their characters#i haven't really interacted with anyone besides Pampanope but i have been looking at you guy's art and i love the characters#couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw them#fanart#artfight 2024#artfight#cod oc art#call of duty oc#shadow company#Tw1nkee art♣️#Shadow 7-28 ♣️ (Dawn)#shadow 7 11 (cod oc)
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this week (actually APRIL): @bathylychnops flew across the world to tell me i smell like salami (and cheese) and i got a very bad stomach bug right before i asked her to literally marry me. that was ages ago the clint thing was Really this week
#it was so bad i was like fuck#he was only here for three weeks and there was four whole days of tummybug#so bad#at least now we've been throught it together 😭#diary comics
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more signs were discovered around the spawn area!
#qpurgatory 2#qsmp#i feel mildly bad main tagging this but it does in fact feel quite relevant to the main server#MY LADS#THEY LIVE!!#theres also been a couple of other signs found left around in portuguese that seem like they're from cell#goldfish is obviously baghs#green sign might mean slime#and the four beds implies theres at least one more#the tallies of days on the green sign is also only one or two days off#from being the exact number of days since the islanders arrived in purgatory one#the spanish sign might be pol but from what ive seen its mexican spanish?#like chorro is in multiple different dialects but its mexican slang for shitting#so its the only one that works in this context#and its very qroier coded#if so ?? what the fuck are you doing here king?????#HOW the fuck are you here king????
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Omg a year ago today I was in the middle of rewatching The Blacklist and decided to go all in on the sexy bald guy… just a few weeks later I completed his entire filmography and this blog was born… happy Spader-versary to me 🫶
(And don’t worry these are all 5-star films for me now I just needed some time to appreciate them)
#I can’t believe it’s only been a year omg. I watched like four JS movies a day for two weeks I was going out of my mind#james spader
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Outbreak Pt 3 (LU in Healthcare)
(Content warning, this is a plague fic, it will likely hit close to home, and there’s dark humor and character death in this part)
It started off as a whisper, but the whisper became a chatter, a groan, constant and disturbing and growing ever closer.
Cases were on the rise in the city, though the surrounding area seemed unaffected still, for now. City officials were growing concerned, and restrictions were starting to be enacted. People were asked to stay home, if possible. As for the hospital and squads…
Hyrule squinted at his email. "Wait. Didn't... didn't they say we could use alcohol wipes to clean the equipment?"
"Yeah," Mo called from the kitchenette in the station.
"Now it says we can only use bleach wipes."
Mo groaned. "Isn't that like the third policy change this week?"
"I'm still trying to figure out if we're doing a specific isolation truck or not anymore," Aurora mumbled. "Like we just had one truck dedicated to the high risk iso cases, and now we're getting so many calls for it that it's a moot point anyway."
"I think the last email said put plastic over everything for Arfy patients and then wipe everything down that you use," Mo replied.
"Wait, which email?"
Hyrule sighed. This was getting ridiculous. And he was getting just a little nervous. “When in doubt, just bleach everything, I guess.”
Aurora huffed. “Did you see the email about the respirators?”
“Which email?” Mo threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’ve got twenty new emails!”
“I suppose that means you’ll actually have to read them now,” Aurora noted with a snort.
“Do you all think it’ll get worse before it gets better?” Dawn asked, wringing her hands worriedly. “The OMD made it sound like that would be the case.”
“Our medical director knows more than I do,” Hyrule shrugged. “If he says it’s going to get worse—”
“No, he didn’t just say that, he said ‘it’s not a matter of if the wave hits us, but when,’” Aurora quoted, standing. “He scared the hell out of Dawn.”
“They’re pretty foreboding words,” Hyrule commented darkly, looking away. It was the main reason he was getting nervous. But he was also steeling himself. If they were in for a fight, he would face it head on.
“Okay, but what does any of this have to do with the email about the respirators?” Mo asked as he scrolled frantically through his email.
“Oh, we’re supposed to wear N95s now,” Aurora answered with a wave of her hand.
Hyrule blinked. “Wait. Aren’t—aren’t we supposed to get fit tested for those?”
“Oh, yeah,” Aurora nodded, rolling her eyes. “Here’s your official fit test: pick a mask that fits.”
“We’re all going to die, aren’t we?” Dawn questioned worriedly, hugging herself.
“Nobody’s died from Arfy yet, I don’t think,” Mo noted. “At least not here.”
“People have died,” Aurora corrected.
“Well, maybe we’ll die, then,” Mo amended.
Hyrule laughed while Aurora swatted his partner. Well… at least they’d die fighting. But he really hoped it wouldn’t get to that point.
While the rescue squads struggled to keep up with policies and slapped shoddy safety regulations into place, the hospital clamped down even further. Visitor policies had officially been revoked as of today, and it made all the providers somewhat uneasy.
In some aspects, it was helpful. In others, it made things that much harder.
Arfy patients were medical patients. Which meant the medical floor and ICU was quickly filling up while other parts of the hospital either maintained their quota or decreased as people stayed home. More and more, Four found himself floating to his friend’s ICU, and he felt fairly out of his depths about it. The one good thing was that he got to spend time with Dot. But as cases rose, so did the stress, the worry, and the heartache.
The ICU felt less like a unit where critically ill people got better and more like a place to go to die.
Four and Dot had the same patient assignment for four days in a row. It was the same assignment because nothing had changed with the patients. Intubated, sedated, paralyzed, some proned. The amount of sedation required to keep their patients under was far more than Four was used to, and it was insane how little it would take for their oxygen saturation to drop. Any semblance of activity in the body increased oxygen demand, and the instant oxygen demand increased, no amount of intervention from the ventilator seemed to help. ECMO was a word Four had hardly heard in his trauma ICU, but he heard it on a near daily basis now, being considered at rounds, being initiated with someone else’s patient.
Four was exhausted. His face was breaking out from wearing a respirator for twelve hours at a time. His feet and knees and hips hurt from standing in isolation rooms for three to four hours at a time trying to cluster all his care. And now, with the visitor restriction enacted…
Visitors were hit or miss, particularly in Four’s world. Trauma precipitated drama, and while family could be infinitely helpful and supportive, he’d also seen things go awry, had to deescalate fights or call security. In some aspects, he was thankful there were no visitors while all of this was happening; he was tired of having to explain that yes, you have to wear this gown and gloves and mask, no you can’t kiss your loved one while they’re intubated and sedated with a contagious disease… but still. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was on the family - the patients were sedated to the point that they shouldn’t be aware of anything, but the family had to agonize over the matter at home.
He didn’t like it. He understand the logic. But he didn’t like it.
And so here he sat, holding a patient’s hand while they withdrew care. Here he sat, being the only witness to someone’s last breaths while their family mourned from afar.
Four watched the heart rate steadily drop. He watched the oxygen saturation plummet. He muted the red alarms as the monitor screamed that his patient was dying, that something should be done, like an accusation and call to arms when Four knew this particular fight was over.
He wasn’t a particularly religious person, but he said a prayer for the patient and the family either way. He found himself praying a lot these days, honestly.
While the visitor policy took its toll inside the frame of work, the restrictions both inside and outside the hospital were causing further stress on everyone. Warriors had basically banned Wind from seeing him, opting to stay with Time and Malon instead, leaving the kid in the apartment. He brought food deliveries to the door, asked if Wind needed anything, but he always did so when Wind wasn’t awake - the teenager had swore up and down that if anybody got Arfy he’d take care of them, and Warriors was terrified of that promise as it was basically a threat. Time agreed that Wind didn’t need to get involved, much to the teenager’s chagrin, and Wind found himself already struggling from the loneliness and the frustration of trying to study for classes online when nobody knew what they were doing or how long this would last.
Meanwhile, Wild sat in his room, fingers aimlessly tracing over each other, the smell of bleach so fresh in his nose from scrubbing everything relentlessly for hours on end that he might as well have inhaled a bottle of it. His chest hurt. Not to mention that new disinfectant they were told to use made him cough a lot.
And he worried. Because… it had been a few days since he’d seen his father. Legend had given him updates through his sister (and made Wild swear not to tell anyone about her), and it had sounded like he was improving as expected. But now, he… the rest of the family…
It felt like a blessing and a curse. It was a guarantee that Wild couldn’t run into his mother or sister by accident, but it was also a situation that his mind screamed that he address.
He couldn’t just… he couldn’t just leave his father isolated and alone recovering in the hospital in the midst of an outbreak. He couldn’t.
But what if visiting him made things so much worse? What if it stressed his father’s recovering heart? What if it triggered more traumatic memories for Wild? He was terrified of getting anywhere near the man while he was awake, but his heart screamed that he go to him.
Wild refused to be a coward. And he refused to be heartless, despite how anxious this entire situation made him, despite how his mind screamed he keep away. So that night, when he got on to work, he took a delivery to the cardiovascular ICU and paused in front of a doorway, looking hopefully for a familiar nurse.
“Link? Wild?”
Jumping, Wild turned around to see the nurse in question, watching him scrutinously. She smiled (or at least, he assumed she did, based on how her eye crinkled above her mask) in recognition. “I thought it was you. You here to see your dad?”
Wild swallowed and nodded.
“Good, because the drama I’ve been trying to avoid has been driving me insane,” Legend’s sister said lightheartedly, but despite the casualness of her tone, the words sank into Wild’s stomach like a stone.
“Drama?” He questioned quietly.
“Nothing like… bad, I suppose, but still,” the nurse explained. “I’d be in there taking care of him and overhear him talking to his wife and he’d mention that he swore he saw you. I’m not entirely sure she’s convinced. She seems hopeful, though. But I figured it was best not to bring it up myself since I, ah, don’t know what’s going on.”
Wild felt his blood freeze. His father remembered? And he’d told his mother?
Great. This was… this was just great.
“Go see him,” Legend’s sister prompted gently. “I can tell he loves you very much and just wants to know you’re ok.”
Wild’s eyes unexpectedly burned with tears in an instant, and he was grateful he was wearing a mask to hide his expression. He nodded, hesitantly making his way towards the room.
It all seemed so normal, seeing his father sitting in a recliner looking at his phone. Wild wasn’t even entirely sure he’d recovered memories of his father like that, but somehow it seemed familiar. Abel hadn’t noticed him yet, engrossed in whatever he was looking at, brow slightly furrowed. That expression drew memories, a familiar scrutiny that he would often give Wild himself or his sister, a quiet concern and sternness that made Wild want to stiffen up and simultaneously run to him.
Damn it all, he’d missed him.
Wild swallowed his fears and stepped forward, hoping that this wouldn’t be a disaster. He knocked on the door, initially so quietly that his father didn’t hear him over the chatter of the news on the television. He knocked again.
His father looked up. Stared a moment. Went a shade paler.
Wild hastily stepped forward. “W-wait, don’t get worked up—”
His father stood, seeming mostly steady on his feet, and tried to walk to him, heedless of the cords and oxygen tubing attached, and Wild hastily met him part of the way before he ripped everything out of the wall. Abel immediately pulled him to his chest in the tightest hug Wild had ever felt, and…
And Link sank into the embrace, crying.
#writing#If you see any typos no you don’t lol#My iPad keeps editing medical terms without me noticing ugh 😩#lu in healthcare#lu hyrule#lu mo#lu dawn#lu aurora#lu four#lu dot#lu wild#Abel#sorry if this isn’t quite up to snuff as usual I don’t even know how much sleep I’ve gotten in the last 48 hours#And I want to bury myself in a hole and never come out lol#It’s been a stupidly long week and the next few months are only going to be longer and I’m already very freaking over it#Anyway there’s my mild rant for the day I guess LOL enjoy the writing
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they've contaminated my brain
#maxley#max goof#bradley uppercrust iii#an extremely goofy movie#i literally watched one video about them and became obsessed#shout out to coleydoesthings ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#if it wasn't for her i wouldn't be insane over them#i watched that video on wednesday btw#and then watched both goofy movies on thursday#IVE ONLY BEEN OBSESSED WITH THEM FOR LIKE FOUR DAYS TF???#anyway#idk how to admit to my friends that I ship this...#god i love ranting in the tags :D
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the crime scene photo for gregorys death is just so chilling to me because its such a stark contrast to everything else we get in aa1. we witness cindy and mia’s deaths in full color, almost like we’re watching a movie. jack hammer’s death doesn’t quite look real; the expression on his face is quite unnerving, but the impact of it goes away when you notice his costume and how the unrealistic piercing wound in his chest just makes him look hollow inside. it’s leaning more towards what you visualize when you think of a murder scene, but falls short because of the stylization applied.
and i think this was deliberate because when you get to turnabout goodbyes and you see this photo. man. it hits. the way gregory’s eyes are hidden from view. the way he’s slumped over. the way we can’t quite see the wound but blood soaks his entire chest. how the illustration is framed, him in the corner, almost like an afterthought. the way he’s presented as such a normal person, looking just like any other businessman you could run into on the street. it rips ace attorney away from its largely-unbelievable themes—spirit mediums, three-day-long trials, witnesses whose last names are puns—and sends it hurtling back into our world. it’s just so striking and sticks with you for so long after you finish turnabout goodbyes
#cannot believe they pulled out such a good fucking case in he FIRST GAME#its been almost four years since ive played it??? in early 2020???? hello????????#only other time i went through it was when i forced my parents to play the trilogy lol#i really have to again. some day. when im done with soj i will#that shit was crazy i will never ever get my OH MY GOD….IT WAS VON KARMA?!/!/!/! moment back#gregory edgeworth#ace attorney#myne
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