Slept Like A Child Who Insisted They Stay Up Past Their Bedtime At A Party And Not Even Five Minutes

Like an old flowering willow tree. Full of wisdom and raw strength, and complimented with delicate whimsy the smooth flow of a mountain creek. Like the blooming orchids that cling tightly with their grasping roots to their lives.

Soft, resilient, and stubborn like the pillow moss that muffles footfalls in the forest. Tender and sweet like new spring blooms, and unknowable as the wind that rips through valleys.

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

Oh knowing Pheonix yeah it would eat him alive and edgeworth or maya would probably have to talk him down every time.

Probably just projecting, but since he does try to save those who don’t wanna be saved, he likely would have trouble with the concept of: “just because I didn’t try every single possible solution doesn’t mean I didn’t try and make an effort. That’s not my fault. It’s okay to fail sometimes.”

He’s like that traumatized kid of some military strict parent who hammered in the concept: “if you don’t try every possible tactic, every possible route, push every possible button, then you’re a failure to me and you’re failing yourself, you’re letting everyone down, and it’s because you were too lazy to try.”

So yeah it definitely eats him alive. Even though Kristoph literally did everything in his power to sabotage everything Phoenix loved and worked for in his life for a selfish motive, Phoenix still thinks it was some how his responsibility to fix his broken soul and he failed.

Again, probably just projecting :’)

do you guys ever think about how phoenix thought black psyche locks couldnt be broken when he saw them on kristoph, but proved himself wrong when he broke athena's? do you think it eats him up inside that it might have been possible to break kristoph's locks, he just never tried?

he didnt have all the information to break them and i doubt kristoph would let him try. but goddamn that doesnt mean phoenix "saviour complex" wright wouldnt pace outside of the visitation room, magatama in hand, thinking could i do this? should i do this?

✨Accidental glomp✨

(I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself)

Day 8: Fantasy

Yeah

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

How dare you be this fucking talented bitch. This is amazing.

Sour lemon-yellows, mean dragonfruit-reds and lovely cherry-pinks make the prettiest of wallpapers. These color variations of 'Grown Distant' are up for my Patreon/Ko-Fi supporters!

The Patreon, and the Ko-Fi 🐦

“I LIKED HIM EVEN BEFORE YOU ALL KNEW WHAT HE COULD BE!”

i strongly believe phoenix wright has been called a dilf at LEAST once. i also strongly believe he is extremely proud of this title

for my narumitsu enjoyers, miles edgeworth being deeply troubled at:

1. the existence of such a term and

2. the fact he was technically the original phoenix wright dilf truther without even realising

Not me being back on my bullshit and writing more of werewolf Pheonix like the degenerate I am.

(I’m working on chapter nine my friends)

*Sports announcer voice* ANNNNNNND HEEEEE’SSSSS SAFE!

Poor guy. At least he might’ve survived! He probably did to be honest, snakes are more resilient than you’d expect.

People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ

You blink and suddenly it’s one am and you need to be up by six.

nobody’s ever really happy to find out they’ve stayed up too late.

it used to be a cool achievement but now it’s like

“fuck. god damn it. not again. shit.”

No. It’s not supposed to anyways.

You’re also supposed to be able to see the leaves on trees from afar, not just blobs. That discovery is courtesy of a six year old me getting her first pair of glasses and confusing the shit out of her mother on the drive home.

Get your eyes checked love 💜

(I mean that with the most tender of love, I have severe astigmatism in both eyes. You do, in fact, need glasses my dear.)