Fellas It’s That Time Of Day Again

cw eldritch cat/ lots of eyes/blood (?

sorry for the long post btw

I added this one just because lol

I really thought i could finish these in 2 week when i barely have free time lmao

spanish ver. of the last drawing and references⬇⬇⬇

references ⬇⬇⬇

- Crowley, dearest, being of such a size, you can easily get lost here

- I'M A WICKED DEEEMON!! DON'T YA DARE PUT ME IN YOR POCKET!!!

New patch :)

Almost ran out of floss while sewing it but I think it turned out well

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

Small little babies

He is so in love

thinking abt how fucked up steam engine boiler explosions can look. theyre just pipes under there

gives me the idea of a ghost/monster engine that looks normal, albeit a bit battered, only to swing their smokebox door open and a myriad of pipes come bursting out like fucked up tentacles

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

Hunsa, how does one rizz up Mr Hemulen?

AH- You're asking the wrong person, i'm afraid. My so called rizz stops at sincere compliments and corny pick up lines, I would probably say something like:

"SIR, are you a garden? Because i'm digging you more and more with each passing day."

*finger guns*

“If you were a flower, you’d be a DAMNdelion!”

*winks with both eyes*

“Do you believe in soul-mates? Because I think we’re MINT to be-”

*evaporates with ungodly screech*