#whichever way you take that

[jaydovekj]

apollo justice: ace attorney is so great. capcom, why don’t you make an apollo justice trilogy ?

[perpetualcynicism]

“Shikanoin-sama, I am trying to pray. I would be very grateful if I were able to do so in peace.”

“Sorry, sorry. Of course.” A pause. “It’s just that you look so… yummy.”

You withhold a sigh. In a controlled manner, you say, “Shikanoin-sama, please refrain from having thoughts of cannibalism while inside the shrine.”

“Ah, it’s not cannibalism, though,” he points out. “I’m not human, remember?” The statement is accompanied by a flick of his ears.

“Please refrain from having thoughts of eating me while in the shrine,” you rectify evenly. The exasperation you feel does not leak out into your tone.

You can almost hear the kitsune’s pout forming on his face. “…Not even a bite? One little bite? One tiny little bite?” He leans over and pinches his thumb and forefinger together beside your head for demonstration, in case the original message was unclear. 

You reply, “I cannot stop you, Shikanoin-sama. However, if you do so, I will need to ask you to leave.”

“Aw…” His footsteps retreat somewhere behind you. When there is silence, you breathe out and empty your mind, refocusing on your prayer. 

O-Inari-sama…

You feel a soft puff of air on the back of your neck. The hairs on your nape prickle and stand on end; you suppress the shudder that arises. 

You crack your eyes open to cast Shikanoin a stern look. He is standing a few paces away, looking around the shrine’s interior in an exaggerated display of distraction. When he meets your eye, he pulls a surprised face. “What are you looking at me for?” he asks in a tone of complete innocence. “It must have been the wind. It’s very breezy in here, you know.” 

You purse your lips and shut your eyes, thinking, Inari give me strength. 

Just as you have settled back into focus, you feel it again, this time tickling the outer shell of your ear. With a curt sigh, you straighten your back, turning to face him. “Shikanoin-sama, I am afraid must ask you to leave.”

He pulls back from your side. “What? But that wasn’t even biting!”

“Now,” you enunciate, before adding, “Please.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” the kitsune grumbles. He walks backwards out of the shrine, taking slow and deliberate steps. His hands are held out in front of him, his four tails bowed down behind him, as if that is sufficient to convince you of his sincerity. “See? Oh—but before I do go, tell me—are all miko this stingy?”

The urge to return a piece of his tormenting behaviour is irresistible. You allow a drip of sardonicism to enter your voice. “No, only me,” you say without looking at him. “So it is a pity that I am the one you ended up bound to, isn’t it?”

You cannot be certain how your remark is received, so you steal a glance in his direction. To your mild surprise, the kitsune is smiling as he steps outside of the doors.

Once certain you are alone, you decide it best to start the prayer anew. You bow twice, then clap your hands. Pressing your palms together, you mumble, “O-Inari-sama, I do not know why you have sent your messenger to me, nor how I ought to respond to his behaviour. I will admit he does not align with what I expected of a divine spirit, but… I trust there is a reason for this. Please grant me the patience and strength of will to accept his wisdom, and if nothing else, please allow me to retain my privacy in his presence. You are the one who understands most deeply its importance to me.”

You linger in silence for a moment longer. A draft of wind brushes past and rustles the sakura growing outside the shrine. It is breezy here with the spring wind ushering in, you must admit. You bow deeply in front of the altar once more before making your way to the exit.

[sp1resong]

quick catified gabriel design

[buzzingduck]

Never getting over how freaking gentle Leon is with Ashley, especially in the re4r

[moonflowerdamie]

i love that whilst there are many things people in the yellowjackets fandom argue over, there are some we can all agree on. such as.

1: jackie taylor is a lesbian.

and

2: shauna is a biter. the little freak. (affectionate)

[nope-4]

a/n: I wrote this a couple weeks ago and have not continued it since, so I decided to just post what I wrote

Danny was tired. It was exam season, the ghosts hadn't eased up on their attacks despite the stress he had with school, Jazz was off for college (meaning his parents expected him to pick up the slack and add her chores to his chore list...) he was more than tired. He was EXHAUSTED. You couldn't really blame him for what happened. ...at least that's what he's been telling himself.

Why is be being so dramatic, you ask? Well... he may have... sorta accidentally spaced out while flying and found himself waking up out in the middle of a forest full of pine trees. And this forest looked NOTHING like the forest in Amity park.

Now this wouldn't usually be a problem, right? Amity has such a big ectoplasmic presence, he could sense it from anywhere in the world! Except... as previously mentioned, he was physically and mentally exhausted, had barely eaten 3 sandwiches in the past week, hadn't gotten more than an hour of sleep a night (some nights getting no sleep at all) for over a month now... and to make things even better, he couldn't even ask for directions to a nearby city!

Ever since the whole Pariah Dark incident Amity (as in the city spirit of amity park) had decided that staying in one place was "too dangerous", so she'd started moving amity around the US with no apparent rhyme or reason.

Maybe it was because amity was a rather young city spirit, but this didn't achieve anything other than getting the GIW out of amity (they weren't able to reliably track the city location quickly enough to get there before it moved again, and amity has developed a tendency to leave them behind while moving herself, at this rate they would lose their funding before they managed to develop a way to locate amity quickly enough)

All that to say he's currently lost in an unfamiliar forest in the middle of nowhere, barely conscious, just praying to all the ancients (that he hadn't fought) that he could get some food and sleep before anything hostile could find him in this weakened state.

So far he had only heard a few distant animal noises, and there was no way he was attempting to eat something from a forest (he might have grown up eating ecto-infused food, but that didn't mean he had no standards for the food he put in his body! He wasn't going to attempt to eat something from an unfamiliar forest!

Danny hadn't gotten any closer to civilization from what he could tell, and he was running out of energy way too fast. So in a move of rare intelligence, he decided to find a tree with a strong looking branch, fly up to it, and drape himself on the branch for some hopefully undisturbed sleep. He didn't want any big forest animals finding him while he was asleep after all.

- - - - - - - - dipper pov - - - - - - - -

"hey mabel, isn't it weirdly quiet here today?"

Dipper and Mabel had gone into the forest with hopes of easing their boredom (and more importantly, get away from grunkle Stan and Ford's bickering), but so far they hadn't seen even a single red pointy hat peeking out in between the pine branches.

"maybe there's some new creature in the forest today..." he voiced out loud, a small part of him still wanting to prove himself to ford by finding something he had missed in his exploration of gravity falls.

"if it's scaring away all the other creatures, wouldn't it be better to call ford for help?" Mabel replied, worrying they might not be able to deal with it by themselves.

"nah, we can totally deal with this! we survived bill's weirdmageddon, we can definitely survive some weird new creature! have some faith in our strength, Mabel!"

"yeah, you're probably right, there's no use worrying"

[ftmr4pebait1]

I forgot to do my shot again on Friday 😅 should I take it today or have to wait the week out?

[outoftheirdifferences]

@multi-muse-transect / continued from (x)

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Spinoff games...?"

Whoops, there went the fake-posh accent. Oh well: Vanellope, waving her hands for the other to slow down, was far more curious about what was being said here. As far as she was concerned, there was only Sugar Rush and... well, that was it. Wasn't like they were a franchise, least as far as she knew.

Or was this another thing that she'd missed the memo on while she'd been branded a glitch, and that no-one had thought to fill her in on? The game had been around for like a decade by now at least, after all.

"Lemme see those..."

Leaning dangerously far over the edge of her branch, she stretched to try and grab the phone and take a closer look, found it still beyond her limited reach. Frowning, Vanellope glitched down to the ground besides her visitor, doing her best to snatch the phone out of her hands in passing.

(She'd give it back, of course. She just wanted to flick through it at her own pace.)

Of course, the glitching alone might clue the other into the fact that something wasn't quite as she was expecting. After all, it wasn't exactly like she was your typical version of the character: there wasn't a Vanellope in all the other Sugar Rush cabinets of the world who was quite like her, Vanellope was certain. No other game's version of her would have the experiences she did, or her glitchy superpower...

She might be about to get some sort of reaction, the little racer was sure.

[torchbearing]

sometimes the dichotomy of last green lantern kyle telling young and idealistic green lantern corps member hal he can't stop himself from becoming parallax while also telling parallax he can't stop himself from being defeated and none of them can fight the inevitable or else it will doom them worse vs. ion telling spectre that be can change it all just for him and spectre looking at him knowingly hits me again and i am just like.

man, sometimes comics know how to scratch my itch for parallelism

[waspsystem]

if you're eligible to vote in the Canadian election and you haven't done so yet, please do so this April 28th - you can register at the same time you go in to vote and everything. the elections.ca website has all the information on what ID you'll need and where you go to vote depending on your riding.

a conservative government would almost certainly undo a lot of the progress we've made over the last decade (you can watch the video above for an explanation of just how bad their platform is) and I quite honestly doubt they'd be any good at standing up to the US with how much they've copied from American right-wing politics.

[mariemariemaria]

idk I think if I was in a plot to keep the tories in power by unveiling credible accusations of sexual assault i probably wouldnt wait until the night before the election. and i'd probably also try to discredit somebody who was connected to the higher branches of the labour party in any way. but that's just me

[laura1633]

What I took away from this year’s secret Santa?! When it comes to butts Max is super creative!

[bueris]

my bottomless pit of a stomach must be filled time to stake out the old people's home.

[optiwashere]

I really have to tap the sign on the "write consistently" advice, because I thought I was drowning in ideas that would never reach the page.

Then I wrote some prompt fills and finished a new one-shot for the trans Shadowheart AU.

I wrote some more prompts, and then I opened the ch3 draft for Blades in the Night this morning. I've been chipping away at it here and there.

Now I'm excited to finish my first pass on the zine fic, finally fucking edit the Aylin/Shadowheart/Isobel fic I've been sitting on for months, and I've still got a bunch of prompts I'm excited about!

Writing is good, actually.

[whimsical-westbrook]

@legendsobsessions

[literaila]

hi, i want to start writing stories, and i admire your work, and i have a few questions if you don't mind, have you always been good at writing, do you write something everyday and how did you feel confident enough to start posting your work?

have i always been good at writing? no. absolutely not. i have always written things (evidence: the 1k novel i wrote in third grade about a dolphin adopted by a lobster which lacked quotation marks) if that’s what you’re asking.

writing, like all things, only truly improves with practice (and reading, absorbing information is no joke). sometimes i read things i wrote in the last year and have to sit and question myself for a good hour on exactly what i was thinking. my first work on tumblr was god awful, but i can admire it from afar because it got me where i am.

i personally think i lack the natural affinity for writing because i struggled in school and couldn’t really read until i was 10, but you’ll find your niche and it’ll work out.

do i write something everyday? ummm unfortunately no. i certainly think about writing every day, but typically i write 2-3 times a week during a good writing period. though! i wish i was disciplined enough to write something everyday because if would probably make writing a lot easier and less strenuous for me

(take that with a grain of salt though because i have a terrible attention span and can’t sit still for periods longer than 10 minutes. recently i’ve been writing when we’re slow at work, if that means anything to you)

how did i feel confident enough to start posting my work? simply put, i didn’t. i still don’t most days. writing is an entirely debilitating experience in my opinion and it sucks! i hate it! it makes me feel like walking on a thousand legos!

but if you’re feeling nervous about posting something, i encourage you to just do it. don’t worry about what others will think. when i posted my first story (on here, don’t ask about the eras before) i didn’t really like it, but my readers did. and that made it worth it to keep posting more. if you’ve got an idea that you’re passionate about, go for it! no one’s going to write it like you will.

honestly, i try not to take my writing too seriously (and i do a terrible job, obviously) because it’s supposed to be an escape from all of the terrible things about the world. so i’ll keep pretending it is an escape (wink wink). so, write whatever story you want, and post it on every platform across the earth. someone, like me, will love it.