#feburary blues

[lovingthedenial]

i’m so glad i’m on a week of no touch…What a fucking weekend it was my sluts, what a fucking weekend… my clit… i want to rubbing it until i black out, but it’s so sensitive that i still feel sore every time i press on it… After my dumbstruck state exposed my lack of commitment to every edge last friday, during the first spanking session, my Domme smacked another confession out of me…She had me over Her knees teasing my holes to warm up. She was asking all kinds of questions, as my brain glitches by Her methodical finger fucking, i blurred out i didn’t take long enough breaks between edges either🤦🏻‍♀️…

Let me tell you something about my clit. It’s not big, it’s not super sensitive but it's enough to cause me trouble. Edging, keeps it very alert, i get clit boners constantly, i fucking love it. When my clit is teased to a certain point, it can get to the edge with just a few fast rubs for entertainingly amount of times with a few second breaks in between, before finally that burning orgasmic wave starts to hit me, but if stopped just right, my clit will hold on to that burn like stopping at the edge of a cliff and NOT fall over, causing me to only tense and push into nothing, gush out pussy juice and have amusing vocals and convulsions for my Domme to witness. Then few minutes later it can be done all over again. My clit will keep me feral, my eyes will be in the back of my head, and i will stay in that space for quite a while. 🫠❤️

So my Domme took Her time to do exactly that. i thought so many times i will tip over or She was going to let the orgasm rip and maybe force orgasms out of me, but no. 😵‍💫 She kept my clit right there, with that fucking burn, my brain fried and i literally started to sob every time i’m got there.

She continued to hard edge me throughout the weekend to demonstrate how i should have NOT done the edges. My clit and my body still convulses when ever the memory pops up, which is way too often 😵‍💫…

Thank you for teaching me and i’m so sorry for not edging like a good denial slut…🧎🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

For two blurry hazy days, if i’m not panting and grasping to my sanity being edged by my Domme, i'm being spanked and writing lines at random places in the house for correcting my slacking attitude. When i'm not kneeling with my ass in the air writing lines after a spanking, i'm zoned out between chores in the haze either edging myself or being edged…

My Domme took all the advantages of the situation, She would also fuck me only with the tip of a dildo, knowing that i really want Her to pound me unconscious… so i’m constantly in a horny and very unsatisfied state to have enough motivation to eat Her and being used as Her fucktoy much enthusiastically... These few days, although i’m glad to leave my clit alone, i’m so cock hungry that i find my pussy constantly contracting on nothing…

Believe you me, i have been begging to fuck myself stupid, but my Domme simply said no😖. She also schooled me that if i consider myself to be a denial slut, learning how to edge PROPERLY will be the only thing i need to do until my Domme sees progress. Next week, we start with 28 edges a day, for the rest of the days of February. Nothing will be going in my vagina either, until i have really earned it. Deal done. Case closed.

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Hello.

I hope somebody is listening.

I'm sending out this call via radio signal - long out-dated, I know, but perhaps one of the few methods of communication the City has forgotten to monitor - in a dark and desperate cry for help.

Things in Universe City are not what they seem.

I cannot tell you who I am. Please call me... please just call me Radio. Radio Silence. I am, after all, only a voice on a radio, and there may not be anyone listening.

I wonder - if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?

...

I went for a stroll earlier in the day. Well, if you can stroll in this City, with all that lurks. I tell you, I passed this marvellous building. Dark blue, it stood out against the pinkish skyline. I wanted nothing more than to stride inside, learn all there is to know.

The building had this effect on me, no doubt. I 'strolled' past it, despite the temptation. If I am going to survive my time here - optimistically hoping it may end - I will need to grow a resistance to these sort of temptations.

Though, and I must admit, I feel as if I have to know what stands inside that building. Even now, as I speak to you, fiddling with dials on this blasted radio. I'm sure I'll see it when I sleep - if I sleep -, in my dreams or nightmares accordingly.

I am calling out to you, yes, as a desperate plea for help, for solace but also as a means to document my time here. You see, I hope to warn others. Ward them off. Even, if I may be so bold, save them.

One soul I couldn't save, a young girl named Heather. I turned a corner and there she was. Or what was left her. I will tell you I almost shed a tear. Me, crying for this girl I did not know. Why? Because I feel responsible for her? Because I should have saved her too?

It won't be an easy job, what I've taken too. I feel as if the weight of it may crush me.

Oh February, I do wish you were here. You wouldn't be afraid. Not to see what is in the Dark Blue Building, or to face it. I don't have your courage and anyway, it's been so very long since I made contact. I wouldn't know what to say.

If I may ask you all to light a candle, or pick a flower, to do something in memoriam for the young soldier lost. For Heather, who I could not ward off.

[hanv-iyxn]

Dreams♡

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[seokminfilm]

lyr your new layout im actually in love it is gorgeous YOUR TASTE IS 👌👌😘😘👌✨✨✨✨ SO PERFECT seokmin in that dark blue satin is an image that will never leave the corners of my mind

omg thank you so much 🙏 and YES OH MY LORD dokyeom in the dark blue satin top is going to be my personality for the rest of 2024 okay you guys may as well lock in and prepare because it's gonna be BADDDDD

[mochirizu]

A collection of WK headcanons because I can

MARTIN - 28, 5'10, he/him, December 23rd(Capricorn)

BIGGEST heart on the team. Sees good in everybody

He's like if someone gave a golden retriever a human suit.

BANNED from the kitchen he CANNOT COOK at his ancient self

He pulls the 'big brother card' a LOT

He LOVES to sing, but nobody has the heart to tell him he sucks so they just...let him

He loves so easily

Martin makes the stupidest dad jokes

He labels his things with a blue sticker so he can keep his stuff organized... he still loses things

He taught himself Mandarin Chinese out of sheer boredom; he is now almost fluent

He needs people to like him or he will DIE

Do not give him coffee; he will be insane and hyperactive and then go awol for the rest of the day

CHRIS - 24, 5'8, he/him, July 19th(Gemini)

Burned-out gifted kid? Yes

His experiments normally consist of him using Martin as his guinea pig for payback for all the jokes he got pulled on as a kid

Loves cinnamon-flavoured anything

He also has a pretty high spice tolerance

Used to be friends with Zach in preschool, but it stopped not long after that

He climbs trees because he's a sensory seeker.

Chris is an avid tea drinker

He is also the best dancer on the team

Chris was such a geek in high school, he didn't 'glow up' until he was 17

Since the Tazzy incident, Chris occasionally has cravings for raw meat but chalks it up to low-iron

The only one on the team with a consistent sleep schedule

AVIVA -26, 5'5, she/her, April 5th(Aries)

Her dad raised her to be tough and strong, therefore making her a perfectionist and a maniac lol

Aviva loves Hot chocolate with Marshmallows, and watching nostalgic cartoons

She has a nasty habit of comparing herself to others and gets ridiculously insecure when anyone challenges her opinion. She masks it by being defensive and doubling down

Beautiful by default(duh) but she doesn't see it

She has a nasty older brother who was the stem of all her insecurities

She found a grey hair once and cried

She was cheer captain in high school, hence her athleticism

Aviva is messy as hell. Like, more messy than Martin.

She also dislikes mud

The worst dancer on the crew(I'm sorry), but she's the most talented singer

NEVER lets her hair down, it gets in the way too much.

KOKI - 27, 5'4, she/they, Feburary 13th(Aquarius)

Raised by a single dad(parents divorced)

Grew up basically rich, but was kept humble

Koki's uncle taught her mechanics before he passed away when she was in middle school

She had a pet canary named Booboo

She has pent-up anger issues

LOVES Zytago music as her family comes from New Orleans

She 100% has muscles and biceps. Martin is jealous

"No, I'm not gay. Everyone wants to kiss their girlfriends at some point....right?"

When it comes to cooking, she's Jimmy's sous-chef

HATES being in tight or confined spaces

Wants to style her hair in something else other than a single puff, but always gets busy before she can book an appointment with a stylist

JIMMY - 25, 5'9, he/they/doesn't care, August 20th(Leo)

Had a very normal childhood. Like, eerily normal.

Has a younger brother and an older sister and they are ALL GINGER.

Everyone in his family is a Ginge except for his mom

Jimmy can speak nearly fluent Korean because he took a gap year in South Korea after High School.

He studied software engineering but dropped out to attend culinary school instead

He is the COOKING MASTER EVER

His family is secretly wealthy as FUCK

He has his own power suit, just never uses it

Had an emo phase

Jimmy's full name is James Coleman Benedict Zeigler

Grandma Jimmena has a bunch of random stories from her childhood and they are all UNHINGED

[cal-1maf]

Lost Legacy

The 3060s were a rough time for the Fighting Urukhai brigade, which ultimately ended in their destruction. Their Bar Hounds regiment fell to the Jade Falcons on Ballynure in 3064. Nine MechWarriors escaped to the planet Morges, where Colonel Roman set about training the local militia. In Feburary 3071, the Jade Falcons seized the planet. They would hold it until they left for Terra at the end of 3150.

After that, there is no canon information.

In the vacuum of the Jade Falcons' departure, conflict erupted as Morges' various civilian factions fought over the planet's scarce resources. An enterprising team of former technicians-turned-mercenaries, armed with discarded second-line equipment, rally around a charismatic leader claiming family ties to the Fighting Urukhai. Though the Urukhai are long gone, these new "Warg Riders" mourn their lost heritage by stripping the dark blue from the Urukhai's traditional livery.

Who else is excited for Hotspots: Hinterlands?

[thornsawawa]

rain world fanart challenge thing :)

this is actually remade from a year ago!! ill put the old version under read more along with explaining each choice.

i dont even know where i found this template, but atleast it has credit on it so i dont have to go dig that up.

this is actually more 8 small painting studies (the watcher one isnt really a painting) than me wanting to express what my favs are. because alot of these choices i genuinely couldnt choose and just picked one that was ONE of my favourites.

thoughts and old art below

for the favourite campaign, i chose saint because i was genuinely so invested in its story while ALSO loving the gameplay! spearmaster? love the story. campaign is kind of hell though, i wouldnt really replay unless i had to. rivulet? awesome story and campaign, but its short and i didnt really click with it like i did saints. and saint has echoes and undergrowth my favs. its only natural

for the favourite slugcat, i honestly spent like 15 minutes just debating what to put here. because i love monk, but i also love saint! and spearmaster! and hunter! and all the others too! but i put monk in the end because no other slugcat makes me go 'SKSGHSKSJH AWWW MONK MONK MONK MONK' like that

for the hardest campaign, i put hunters because for everything else my strategy is throw myself into the problem until it works. keep trying (and iterating hehe), and any consquences i suffer from it can be remedied with some good ol grinding the gameplay loop (which i find quite fun). for hunter, you cant do that. the times i have the most fun in hunter is actually when im at karma 1 and sleeping and dying and knowing since im already at karma 1 the fights i get into with vultures for fun arent gonna softlock me. i love hunter as a slugcat tho <3

for the lizard i chose white lizard because i think they are cool. blue lizards and yellow lizards are close too

the watcherrrrrrrrrr in celebration of there being just over 100 days till the release of their dlc

the favourite iterator is a similar situation to the favourite slugcat. how do i choose that? i love moon, i love pebbles, i love suns, i love sos, i love nsh, i love them all!!! in the end i chose moon this time for a similar reason to monk, but more 'oh its moon!!! lovely!!! i love her'

the passage i chose is pilgrim because i LOVE echoes. so cool! so very awesome. and the art? amazing. getting the passage? tedious but quite fun!

miros vultures are just cool i giggle whenever i see one im not even mad when they kill me. same with regular miros birds but like miros vultures are so cool they can fly with wings that look like they have knife feathers and shoot explosive lazers out of their eyes now

and undergrowth because.. have you seen undergrowth? its the saints drainage system and while i think drainage system is cool undergrowth is cooler. its so good. i could and have spent hours just messing around in there. the atmosphere, sound, art, colours, and gameplay are all great. and it has one of my favourite echoes!!

thank you for reading all that, if you did xD i am prone to yapping

this was made feburary of this year. i say you can pretty clearly see the improvement :3

[fayannah]

this wip is sponsored by noah kahan

hey guys it’s actually wednesday this time. this is brought to you by noah kahan live from fenway park bc i’m obsessed. um this is when miles meets trucy for the first time. it’s kinda really fucking long have fun ig

Outside the Wright and Co. Law Offices

June 7th, 2019

7:14 PM 

When the weathered door finally opened, Miles didn't see anyone. It was when he looked down when he saw the little girl who'd let him in.

Bright blue eyes peeked up at him from under a giant salmon-pink hat. Her getup looked like something a stage magician would wear, albeit a very dramatic one. A cape detailed with card suits fluttered behind her, golden tips glinting in the porch light. White gloves were apparent on her hands when she crossed her arms and stared at him. 

 Her brows furrowed when she didn't recognize him, "Who are you? My Daddy tells me to never open the door for strangers…then again you're different than the other people who come to our door,"

…Daddy? This must be the wrong apartment. 

Miles started to turn around and say he'd ended up in the wrong place when he saw a Signal Samurai keychain. His Signal Samurai Keychain.

Phoenix Wright's Apartment

Feburary 11th, 2019

1:04 PM

Miles Edgeowrth stood in Phoenix Wright's kitchen trying desperatly to concive the feverish man that, "No, you cannot you into the office, Wright. Your fever is 104 degrees which means you should not be standing up right now and should be at the hospital but you aren't!"

"Really! No, I'm fine, I promiseee!" Phoenix said.

The man in question was quite green and couldn't seem to keep himself upright. Miles supposed that spoke for itself.

"I don't believe you are, Wright,"

He had come all the way from Europe for this man?

"I promise, Mm-edgeworth," Phoenix slurred, his face flushed. "Is it hot in here or is it just me?"

"That's due to your horrendously high temperature. Come on, Wright, let's get you to the bedroom."

Phoenix grinned drunkenly, "That sounds even better than I imagined."

"Nghk!" Miles spluttered, "Seriously, Wright, you can't go around saying that!"

Miles continued to drag Phoenix through the cluttered apartment. Sighing, Miles pinched the bridge of his nose, Phoenix had ruined the word bedroom for him forever.

Phoenix looked at him in a moment of uncharacteristic clarity, "You know I meant it, right?" before draping himself in Miles's arms. "Haha, Wright!"

Miles was startled by this. He had brushed off Phoenix's earlier statement due the horrendous fever the man was currently sporting. Miles could feel the heat radiating off of Phoenix. Or was that his own face? Either way, Miles wasn't certain he would survive this trip.

Could Phoenix have been genuine? 

No, no. He shook the thought away before those feelings consumed him again.

As they approached the door of Phoenix's bedroom, Miles felt a shiver of anticipation run through him. How perfectly odd.

Over the next five minutes, after Phoenix had wormed his way into every sleeping position possible, he beckoned Miles closer. 

"What do you want?" Miles asked, wary.

"Come over here. You're warm and I'm cold."

Miles didn't know why he followed Phoenix's mumbled orders. Surprisingly, he didn't mind the sick man huddled beside him. Miles would even describe himself as contented. He really was a sentimental fool. 

"You dropped it y'know," Phoenix murmured into Miles's shoulder.

It was absoutely not Doing Things to him, "Pardon..?" If Miles's voice was shaking Phoenix didn't comment on it.

"Your Signal Samurai keychain, you dropped it while we were investigating. I picked it up for you,"

"O-oh…thank you," Miles was oddly touched. Sure, the man was feverish and green but people didn't often do nice things for him.

Phoenix continued to lean on Miles until he eventually fell asleep. Miles didn't know why he felt a loss of the man's company when he extracted himself from Phoenix's death grip. He didn't know why he felt like he was missing something as he left the apartment, closing the door softly and driving to the airport.

When the memories faded Miles could only gasp out, "T-that's mine," He pointed at the shelf where his Signal Red keychain lay.

The girl looked at him quizzically, "You're not lying," she noted. Turning to face the rest of the apartment she called for her father.

Miles watched in horror as Phoenix approached the doorway. Stubble grew along his jaw and his signature spikes looked long and didn't spring up as they used to. There was a hard set to his jaw as he approached Miles. Blue-brown eyes met gray ones. The silence was electric as they stared at each other.

"Why are you here?" Phoenix broke the silence and crossed his arms, still glaring at Miles.

"I don't know, why do you apparently have a daughter?" Miles shot back.

"Fine, come in," Phoenix turned around and stalked into the apartment, the girl following close at his heels.

The walls were peppered with what looked like magician's equipment. Two red sofas sat facing opposite each other and a round table with plates still present on it almost blocked the way through the room. Every surface imaginable was cluttered with props, toys, and books.

Phoenix sat down on the sofa with a huff, "This is Trucy, the daughter of my last client Zak Gramarye. I'm taking care of her because she has no living relatives and I don't have a job anymore. Trucy, this is Miles Edgeworth, international prosecutor and chief pain in my a-" Phoenix stopped when Miles glared at him.  "Is that enough explanation for you to leave now?"

Miles was in one word, furious. "Get up." he ordered, "We're talking privately about this."

Phoenix followed him into a bedroom and closed the door, expression still guarded.

 Miles faced him watching as Phoenix took a step back because of the murderous expression on Miles's face, "Wright! Were you ever going to tell me?! About all of this?! The disbarment? The CHILD?!"     

“Couldn’t you have read it in a newspaper? I don’t know why you’re all hung up on this.” The man known as Phoenix Wright laughed bitterly. Could this even be the same person? The Phoenix Wright with his badge exuded charm and confidence. Two things of course he never had but bluffed his way into showing. Here he was, clad in a hoodie and sweatpants, hands in his pockets and an infuriatingly blank poker face.

“Couldn’t you have just told me!?” Miles bit out, “I thought we established that I was the emotionally stunted one here?! Because if that’s how it is, it doesn’t explain why you won’t even admit to yourself that you got disbarred. I don’t care that you think you understand what being disbarred means. Think about your future for a second and drop that fucking poker face. I know you care about this and your badge! Stop trying to pretend you don’t.” He glared at Phoenix. Was it really necessary for them to be the same height? Miles liked looking down on others not staring them straight in the face. Especially when they had smug little face that made Miles want to kiss him senseless…

No, now was not the time for that. For goodness sake he was supposed to be mad at Phoenix not drooling after him like a puppy. Especially when he had somehow gotten disbarred and gain a child without Miles’s knowledge.

"I don't want my badge back-" Phoenix started, anger starting to break through the mask of polite disinterest.

"Hush! I have not finished yelling at you because I don't know if you've noticed but this is an important situation that you notably did not tell me about!" Miles glared at him, "A child is living with you and you do not have a job, care to explain?"

"She didn't have anywhere to go!" Phoenix protested, throwing his hands up.

"No! That's not how this works! You don't have a job and by the looks of it are not in a financially stable situation. You cannot treat her like something you get attached to and want to keep. She is a human being with needs that you need to be able to provide for her."  Miles argued back stepping towards Phoenix. 

"I don't want her to go into the system, she deserves more than that!"

"And other children don't? You have to think more critically about this!" Miles paused, "Don't think I didn't notice that you're living in your office. Thank goodness I'm here to fix everything,"

"But what if I don't want it to be fixed?! I lost my badge because of a stupid mistake I made, shouldn't I feel the consequences?!"

"It was false evidence was it not? I'm correct in assuming that you were not aware of that fact, am I not? What part of that sounds like a man who deserves for his entire life to crash down and everything he's ever worked towards to be gone in an instant." 

"My entire purpose in this life is not to be a lawyer! I do other stuff too! My life isn't gone because I'm disbarred!" Phoenix yelled.

A sudden silence filled the room and Miles stepped back, observing how the moonlight from the window emphasized the already dark eye bags Phoenix sported.

"That was rash of me, I apologize. Why do you not want your badge back, why do you not want your job? I can help you fight it, you can do so much to change this with my help."

"I don't want your help," Phoenix crossed his arms defensively. 

"That's not an option." Miles snapped back, "I said the same thing to you three years ago and you didn't give up. It's my turn to do that now. Tell me what you need and I'll get it. You have the rest of the night to think about this." 

Miles marched out of the room, adrenaline flaring through his veins. Trucy stared at him with unblinking blue eyes as he left. Her head swiveled to match his pace as he continued to walk to the door.

Phoenix walked out of the room, slouching with his arms crossed as he watched Miles leave. 

“I assure you that I’ll be returning. I reserved my usual room at the Gatewater,” Miles made to leave but felt he left to much unsaid. He looked back “I thought you trusted me, Phoenix” Miles left Wright’s office, maroon coat billowing in gusts of warm June wind, a splash of red against gray.

When the weathered door finally opened, Miles didn't see anyone. It was when he looked down when he saw the little girl who'd let him in.

Bright blue eyes peeked up at him from under a giant salmon-pink hat. Her getup looked like something a stage magician would wear, albeit a very dramatic one. A cape detailed with card suits fluttered behind her, golden tips glinting in the porch light. White gloves were apparent on her hands when she crossed her arms and stared at him. 

 Her brows furrowed when she didn't recognize him, "Who are you? My Daddy tells me to never open the door for strangers…then again you're different than the other people who come to our door,"

…Daddy? This must be the wrong apartment. 

Miles started to turn around and say he'd ended up in the wrong place when he saw a Signal Samurai keychain. His Signal Samurai Keychain.

Phoenix Wright's Apartment

Feburary 11th, 2019

1:04 PM

Miles Edgeowrth stood in Phoenix Wright's kitchen trying desperatly to concive the feverish man that, "No, you cannot you into the office, Wright. Your fever is 104 degrees which means you should not be standing up right now and should be at the hospital but you aren't!"

"Really! No, I'm fine, I promiseee!" Phoenix said.

The man in question was quite green and couldn't seem to keep himself upright. Miles supposed that spoke for itself.

"I don't believe you are, Wright,"

He had come all the way from Europe for this man?

"I promise, Mm-edgeworth," Phoenix slurred, his face flushed. "Is it hot in here or is it just me?"

"That's due to your horrendously high temperature. Come on, Wright, let's get you to the bedroom."

Phoenix grinned drunkenly, "That sounds even better than I imagined."

"Nghk!" Miles spluttered, "Seriously, Wright, you can't go around saying that!"

Miles continued to drag Phoenix through the cluttered apartment. Sighing, Miles pinched the bridge of his nose, Phoenix had ruined the word bedroom for him forever.

Phoenix looked at him in a moment of uncharacteristic clarity, "You know I meant it, right?" before draping himself in Miles's arms. "Haha, Wright!"

Miles was startled by this. He had brushed off Phoenix's earlier statement due the horrendous fever the man was currently sporting. Miles could feel the heat radiating off of Phoenix. Or was that his own face? Either way, Miles wasn't certain he would survive this trip.

Could Phoenix have been genuine? 

No, no. He shook the thought away before those feelings consumed him again.

As they approached the door of Phoenix's bedroom, Miles felt a shiver of anticipation run through him. How perfectly odd.

Over the next five minutes, after Phoenix had wormed his way into every sleeping position possible, he beckoned Miles closer. 

"What do you want?" Miles asked, wary.

"Come over here. You're warm and I'm cold."

Miles didn't know why he followed Phoenix's mumbled orders. Surprisingly, he didn't mind the sick man huddled beside him. Miles would even describe himself as contented. He really was a sentimental fool. 

"You dropped it y'know," Phoenix murmured into Miles's shoulder.

It was absoutely not Doing Things to him, "Pardon..?" If Miles's voice was shaking Phoenix didn't comment on it.

"Your Signal Samurai keychain, you dropped it while we were investigating. I picked it up for you,"

"O-oh…thank you," Miles was oddly touched. Sure, the man was feverish and green but people didn't often do nice things for him.

Phoenix continued to lean on Miles until he eventually fell asleep. Miles didn't know why he felt a loss of the man's company when he extracted himself from Phoenix's death grip. He didn't know why he felt like he was missing something as he left the apartment, closing the door softly and driving to the airport.

When the memories faded Miles could only gasp out, "T-that's mine," He pointed at the shelf where his Signal Red keychain lay.

The girl looked at him quizzically, "You're not lying," she noted. Turning to face the rest of the apartment she called for her father.

Miles watched in horror as Phoenix approached the doorway. Stubble grew along his jaw and his signature spikes looked long and didn't spring up as they used to. There was a hard set to his jaw as he approached Miles. Blue-brown eyes met gray ones. The silence was electric as they stared at each other.

"Why are you here?" Phoenix broke the silence and crossed his arms, still glaring at Miles.

"I don't know, why do you apparently have a daughter?" Miles shot back.

"Fine, come in," Phoenix turned around and stalked into the apartment, the girl following close at his heels.

The walls were peppered with what looked like magician's equipment. Two red sofas sat facing opposite each other and a round table with plates still present on it almost blocked the way through the room. Every surface imaginable was cluttered with props, toys, and books.

Phoenix sat down on the sofa with a huff, "This is Trucy, the daughter of my last client Zak Gramarye. I'm taking care of her because she has no living relatives and I don't have a job anymore. Trucy, this is Miles Edgeworth, international prosecutor and chief pain in my a-" Phoenix stopped when Miles glared at him.  "Is that enough explanation for you to leave now?"

Miles was in one word, furious. "Get up." he ordered, "We're talking privately about this."

Phoenix followed him into a bedroom and closed the door, expression still guarded.

 Miles faced him watching as Phoenix took a step back because of the murderous expression on Miles's face, "Wright! Were you ever going to tell me?! About all of this?! The disbarment? The CHILD?!"     

“Couldn’t you have read it in a newspaper? I don’t know why you’re all hung up on this.” The man known as Phoenix Wright laughed bitterly. Could this even be the same person? The Phoenix Wright with his badge exuded charm and confidence. Two things of course he never had but bluffed his way into showing. Here he was, clad in a hoodie and sweatpants, hands in his pockets and an infuriatingly blank poker face.

“Couldn’t you have just told me!?” Miles bit out, “I thought we established that I was the emotionally stunted one here?! Because if that’s how it is, it doesn’t explain why you won’t even admit to yourself that you got disbarred. I don’t care that you think you understand what being disbarred means. Think about your future for a second and drop that fucking poker face. I know you care about this and your badge! Stop trying to pretend you don’t.” He glared at Phoenix. Was it really necessary for them to be the same height? Miles liked looking down on others not staring them straight in the face. Especially when they had smug little face that made Miles want to kiss him senseless…

No, now was not the time for that. For goodness sake he was supposed to be mad at Phoenix not drooling after him like a puppy. Especially when he had somehow gotten disbarred and gain a child without Miles’s knowledge.

"I don't want my badge back-" Phoenix started, anger starting to break through the mask of polite disinterest.

"Hush! I have not finished yelling at you because I don't know if you've noticed but this is an important situation that you notably did not tell me about!" Miles glared at him, "A child is living with you and you do not have a job, care to explain?"

"She didn't have anywhere to go!" Phoenix protested, throwing his hands up.

"No! That's not how this works! You don't have a job and by the looks of it are not in a financially stable situation. You cannot treat her like something you get attached to and want to keep. She is a human being with needs that you need to be able to provide for her."  Miles argued back stepping towards Phoenix. 

"I don't want her to go into the system, she deserves more than that!"

"And other children don't? You have to think more critically about this!" Miles paused, "Don't think I didn't notice that you're living in your office. Thank goodness I'm here to fix everything,"

"But what if I don't want it to be fixed?! I lost my badge because of a stupid mistake I made, shouldn't I feel the consequences?!"

"It was false evidence was it not? I'm correct in assuming that you were not aware of that fact, am I not? What part of that sounds like a man who deserves for his entire life to crash down and everything he's ever worked towards to be gone in an instant." 

"My entire purpose in this life is not to be a lawyer! I do other stuff too! My life isn't gone because I'm disbarred!" Phoenix yelled.

A sudden silence filled the room and Miles stepped back, observing how the moonlight from the window emphasized the already dark eye bags Phoenix sported.

"That was rash of me, I apologize. Why do you not want your badge back, why do you not want your job? I can help you fight it, you can do so much to change this with my help."

"I don't want your help," Phoenix crossed his arms defensively. 

"That's not an option." Miles snapped back, "I said the same thing to you three years ago and you didn't give up. It's my turn to do that now. Tell me what you need and I'll get it. You have the rest of the night to think about this." 

Miles marched out of the room, adrenaline flaring through his veins. Trucy stared at him with unblinking blue eyes as he left. Her head swiveled to match his pace as he continued to walk to the door.

Phoenix walked out of the room, slouching with his arms crossed as he watched Miles leave. 

“I assure you that I’ll be returning. I reserved my usual room at the Gatewater,” Miles made to leave but felt he left to much unsaid. He looked back “I thought you trusted me, Phoenix” Miles left Wright’s office, maroon coat billowing in gusts of warm June wind, a splash of red against gray.

[winter-depressed-belle]

belles feburary friday fun!

day one: edward the blue engine (thomas and friends)

edward is a blue furness railway K2 who works on the brendham branch on the island of sodor, he is the oldest engine on the island, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t “really useful”

hello everyone, this is the beginning of “belles feburary friday fun”! if you have any drawing ideas- ranging through the osemanverse, thomas the tank engine, fnaf, bluey, DEH, BMC and heathers fandoms- then comment below and ill try, there are only 28 slots, so have fun.

lots of love,

belle x

[spring-into-arda]

Minhiriath Midway Step up, step in, let's see what you win! The Minhiriath Midway is full of games and fun!  Spin the wheel, try your luck at the Crablor Grab, and see what prompts you get by the luck of the draw (or keep playing until you find something you like).  You can use the Midway any time during March, and beyond!

Blue Ribbon Exhibition The Prince of Cardolan loves to acknowledge hard work and creativity.  Enter your finest works into the Blue Ribbon Exhibition as an exhibition challenger.  Challengers will compete against others for the title of Best of Cardolan in the categories they enter.  All entries for the Blue Ribbon Exhibition are due by noon on June 1, 2024.

Dappled Dapper Pony Picture Coloring Contest The Dappled Dapper Pony Picture Coloring Contest (D²P²C²) is a very basic coloring contest event. Everyone starts with the same base image, and colors and embellishes their pony in whatever way they choose. 

Dappled Dapper Drabbled Pony Race  The Dappled Dapper Drabbled Pony Race is a team writing event which is being run as part of the Cardolan Carnival, a Back to Middle-earth Month 2024 Event.  For groups of 2 to 6, three races will be run throughout the month.  

Lost Treasures Quest  Part of Back to Middle-earth Month is revisiting works that are already in the world -- old favorites and new discoveries.  For the Lost Treasures Quests, you will be able to choose from leaving new commentary on works posted or written before 2020, making rec lists, working on WIPs (writing or art) that are at least a year old or more, or posting works currently unavailable publicly or at a new archive. 

The Prince of Cardolan's Grand Gala; April 12-14 The Grand Gala is a live event held on Discord.  During the event, winners of the various competitions will be announced (with the exception of the Blue Ribbon Exhibition), games will be played, live readings will occur, and generally, it will be a grand time.

Additionally, B2MEM is an open event where ANYTHING you create during March counts!  Feel free to add works you start, add to, or finish in March to the gallery!  You can also host your own events -- let us know what you're up to, and we'll add your event to the list of festivities!

Timeline of Events

The Midway will open on February 24, 2024. 

The Blue Ribbon Exhibition categories will be posted on March 1, 2024.  Entries are due by noon on June 1, 2024.  Winners will be announced at the Tarnin Austa event. 

The Lost Treasures Quest gameboard will be available no later than Feburary 24, 2024.

The Grand Gala will take place April 12-14, 2024. Cancelled. All activities moved to June. Announcements to follow.

Posting & Viewing Works

Beginning March 1st, 2024, works can be posted to the AO3 collection. This collection never closes, so while the event will wrap by the end of April, you can always add works later as you are inspired and finish them. If posting on Tumblr, use the tag B2MEM24 and @ this tumblr to make your posts easy to find by our team for reblogs!  You can join the Discord at any time! 

[anna0the0sadkilla]

WELCOME! HERE'S EVERYTHING AB ME!

My name is anna,my official scene name is Anna The Sadkillaxc.

Im 14 years old

I was a scene since early 2017 back in feburary

The ppl who inspired me to become a scene was ambrehhh is dead ,Venna venom and kiki cannibal

My fav artists and bands are :

-Anna blue

-MILLIONARES

-brokeNCYDE

-The killers

-Dot dot curve

-Falling in reverse

-S3RL

-set it off

-Omfg

-Disko Warp

- Sleeping with the sirens

- linkin Park

-boys like girls

Times i dyed my hair: 15 times

Places i shop at:

-Vinted

-thrift stores

-amazon /for accessories

THAT'S ALL BYYYEEE!!

[silentchamp]

PUBLIC VS PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE.

PUBLIC;

His full name is Red Suzuki.

He was born Feburary 27th, 1993. An intense blizzard happened to hit Kanto that very same day.

Red's background is Japanese/Chinese. His Chinese background comes from his father. (Using real world equivalents here for the sake of clarity.)

He took care of Team Rocket during his journey alongside assistance from Blue and Leaf. Some petty rocket grunts are responsible for him losing his first ever trainer hat.

Red officially held the champion title for at least five years before retiring it. It's speculated he disliked the attention. He would later spend multiple summers attending and taking care of the Battle Tree. After leaving Mt. Silver at the age of 17, he would attend the PWT twice--the first, just a week after coming down from the mountain, and the second a year later.

Red is an expert in navigation and hiking. He spends a majority of his time outdoors. He has charted Mt. Silver more than several times.

Red is on the autism spectrum. It was only ever mentioned once during an interview.

The champion occasionally has a gardevoir on his team. It belonged to his mother.

He has completed the Hoenn and Unova dexes.

Red has admitted to media on multiple occasions that his first ever role model was Lance; he still looks up to him, even today.

His mother is currently in a relationship with Lt. Surge. (X)

PRIVATE;

Although his parents never married, he was given his father's last name to honor him.

Red's Kanto dex is missing one entry: Articuno.

His favorite flavor is sweet; Red takes particularly favoritism toward pecha berries and their very similar cousins.

He is bisexual. Red has been in a few relationships before under wraps, between both men and women.

Red likes superhero comics. He grew up with ones like Lucario Man and Riolu Kid. He has at least one limited-edition comic of Gavantula Man.

Pika kind of acts as a psuedo-comfort animal, for Red. He and the electric mouse are best buddies, and she has been there when his mental health has taken a turn for the worst. He'd be lost without his favorite companion.

Red has a knack for games like Tetris and other puzzle games. He also likes RPGs. He doesn't play any modern games, and has a Gameboy stashed away in his bag.

(TW // ALCOHOL) His alcoholic beverage of choice is a piña colada.

Battling, for Red, is like chasing a high. For a long time he was very obsessive with clinging to whatever adrenaline he felt during a pokemon battle. It would begin to impact his physical and mental health, Red focusing on honing his skill and bond with his pokemon rather than taking care of himself. He has gotten better since then, and is still quite the formidable foe, though he doesn't battle very often anymore because of this previously intense infatuation. Don't worry, he still gets that look in his eye when he does get to battle, promise.

Red's favorite amusement park activity would either be the teacups or any of those water-blaster mini-games. On the teacups, he likes to spin the cup around as fast as possible. Hope you don't get dizzy.

He has a cottage in Alola. His primary housing is an apartment in the quieter part of Viridian. It still gets noisy sometimes, he doesn't like it. His pokemon often roam either residence. (X)

Red responds best to physical and verbal love languages.

[lode5tars]

18/02/24 -Friday 19th, Feburary.

checking the gallery and seeing!

Today:

Its been almost a whole year since i last made a post here, and in a burst of need for motivation and accountability i decided to reopen this and see how far can we go. I started working out and then quit due to poor scheaduling, couldtn recover but we are working on that, the weather is warming up too. Last year a tried many different things, and for once i think i strayed a bit from kpop as my main fandom. Got some equivalent of a job promotion but from there my scheadule hasnt been propperly arranged. Started some drawing courses, finished none. i read some books too. Started playing board games and now i go out with some friends every few weeks. it was pretty eventful for me but its hard to fully grasp reign on it myself. theres many things i fear, many i want to do. i think the herdest thing here is that i need to constantly exert big amounts of energy and power to keep the ball rolling otherwise it gets messy really quick, specially me who has the tendencies to overthink a lot. I started playing videogames again. so my msot recent obsession is persona 5. i started reading blue period again. its wonderful in so many ways, i fully recommend it to anyone who likes art, and as i begin again i have to step down on my goals to fully set them down propperly so thats why my goals today are tiny, and im building a new PC

*********************************

For today:

Going to sleep before 1am

WORK. WORK WORK (+ 40 professional)

Open list of PC components, revise it for at least 10 minutes

Save Data:

The Creator: +0xp

The Adventurer + 0xp

The Android: +0xp

The Monster: +0xp

The Professional + 40xp

Media:

Blue Period (Manga)

Nana (Anime)

Blue Eye Samurai (Series)

The Monster of Old Seoul (Drama)

Persona 5 (Game)

Genshin Impact (Game)

Report Notes:

now playing:

[chntfessions]

for some reason when I first got into chnt I imagined sydney with bright blue hair. it happened with Lucille too (I never read her little description on the official website cuz I didn't know it existed) idk what happened in feburary and march but for some reason it made my chnt characters blue hair pronound

blue hair and pronouns real

[regalxpoise]

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         jodie comer,  25, female,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  AELORA  of  house  TARGARYEN,  the YOUNGEST LADY  of  CASTAMERE  /  .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PERCEPTIVE  and  COMPULSIVE  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in HISTORIES, SCIENCES, AND ARCHERY.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a hatchling among weathered beasts, a soft violet gaze full of nothing but stars, and rich shimmering garmets slightly freyed at the edges.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS.       

# basic information.

official  name:  Aelora Targaryen.  nicknames:  Lora.  noble  title: Lady Aelora Targaryen, Lady Aelora.  date  of  birth:  feburary 20.  age:  25.  birthplace:  tbd.  home:  castamere, westerlands.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender: female.  pronouns:  she/her.  orientation:  heterosexual.  monikers:  hatchling of castamere.  languages:  common, high valaryian, old.  accent:  westerland.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  jodie comer.  ethnicity:  valyrian & westerosi.  hair:  pale flaxen.  eyes:  violet.  height:  5'4.  build:  average size and nimble in nature.  scent:  honey suckle and pears.  dominant  hand:  left.  allergies:  none.  scars:  Healed burn scars on the right side of her body, various patches from her shoulder to her upper leg – these are mostly hidden by clothing.  distinguishing  features:  dimples and freckles down her left jaw.  clothing  style:  Often avoids the colors of her house, instead dressing predominantly in deep greens and blues with gold accents. Most of the fabric used focuses comfort over fashion, but the embroidery and stitching are masterfully done and often hides the richest threads and jewels; as well as hidden dragon motifs. Wears capes with hoods that compliment whatever she is wearing. Hair is often loose and flowing, or done in a simple, half updo. Has a simple ruby necklace and ring she dons with most outfits, even if they go unseen.

# personality.

label:   baby of the bunch; silk hiding steel; the Cassandra; good is not dumb.   mbti:  INFP (Mediator).   enneagram:  The Romantic. (4)   element:   water.   star   sign:   pisces.   temperament:   melancholic.   character   inspirations: haelena targaryen, nell crain, dolores abernathy, amy march   deadly   sin:   envy.   heavenly   virtue:   patience.   godly   parent:   athena.

# drives.

hobbies:  studying history of the realms, science, archery practice, riding her dragon.  religion:  the seven.  alliance:  the targaryens.  personal goals:  finding a defining place within her family. being recognized beyond the youngest Castamere Targaryen. All around proving her worth and being heard.  would they choose family or power?  family, until they give her a reason not to.

# familial ties.

parent one:�� lucerys  targaryen.  relationship:  father.  parent two:  alys  targaryen  née  marbrand. relationship:  mother.  spouse:  n/a.  sibling:  aerion  targaryen. relationship:  brother.  sibling:  rhaenys  of  tarth  née  targaryen. relationship: sister.  sibling:  maesella  targaryen.  relationship:  sister. 

 # narrative...

Born in the morning of late winter, her arrival was quiet and uncertain. She would be the last child of Lucerys  and Alys, a risk untoward her mother and herself.  Nearly declared dead on arrival, Aelora never once cried greeting the world for the first time; it was only the bewildered blinking of violet eyes and small movements that alerted the midwives the babe was alive at all. Named for a forgotten and tragic Princess of Dragonstone in her own right,  the youngest Castamere Targaryen was watched and coddled closely by her mother and nannies alike, quickly earning the moniker “Hatchling of Castamere”

Dangers of infancy passed, Aelora grew into a curious and perceptive child. Sharing large age gaps with the majority of her siblings set her apart from nearly all of them, and while a brother or sister was off perfecting swordsmanship or etiquette across the Westerlands with the most experienced teachers; Aelora stayed safe in Castamere finding the deepest interest in realm history. Maester sciences also intrigued her, and when she was old enough to venture on her own archery around Castamere grounds rejuvenated her lungs and spirit anew.

Nights were always difficult for her, tossing and turning, afraid to close her eyes for the dreams that might follow. Aelora could scarcely describe the vivid dreams to her family, sometimes it was as small as a flash of fire and color. A scream or laugh, a piercing dragon eye. After so many waves of dismissal, the young Targaryen kept her dreams completely to herself. It was only when she found the smallest footnote of Daenys Targaryen in Valyrian Histories Aelora began to wonder further. Still, she hid this part of herself, her family was extending and growing beyond Castamere by then. The youngest daughter’s dreaming habits were the least of their concerns.

Her siblings are the teeth, claws, and fire of the dragon. Aelora did not feel apart from them completely – but it wasn’t until her cousin  the Queen allowed her to claim a dragon and prove the most important element of her blood that the Hatchling felt solidified as a Westerland Dragon at all. Though the claim did not come without a price of burns. Though they were quickly healed, they were a reminder to Aelora she was no mystical Targaryen prophecy herself and that the dragons would never be tamed, only trained.

The rouge dragons and disasters in the East weigh heavily upon her mind, where she cannot speak freely she finds deeper comfort in the Faith of the Seven and her history tomes. After all, one must be familiar with history in order to avoid repeating it. Aelora is eager to escape the displacement the trouble in Essos has caused across the kingdom, and can only hope for peace and prosperity to settle in easily again.

[pokemerchandise]

on Feburary 27, 1996, Pocket Monsters Red and Green debuted for the Game Boy, a set of RPG games developed by Game Freak and published by Nintendo.

although the games initially had a weak reception, they would take the world by storm and launch a massive multi-billion dollar franchise, cementing Pocket Monsters - known as Pokémon to English-speaking countries - as one of the most beloved video game franchises of all time.

Pocket Monsters Red would be released in the US alongside the later Pocket Monsters Blue as Pokémon: Red and Blue. however, Pocket Monsters Green was never released outside of Japan [aside from a virtual release on the 3DS in Hong Kong and Taiwan in 2016].

source: History of Pokemon, Pokemon Red and Green Versions on Bulbapedia

Pokemon Green cartridge photo courtesy of K's Shop In Japan on EBay

Pokemon Red cartridge photo courtesy of Exculture Japan