My redraw of the first warriors cover. Hope u like
the pokemon mystery dungeon universe is high key what would have happened if Clifford’s plan succeeded
my boy’s all grown up!!!!
Between rewatching Wayne's chulip streams and the popular hc that coomer likes tea..well,,,,
Apollo Justice hates mirrors. He hates seeing his face reflected back at him, because he knows he's not fine. He knows he's at his breaking point, and his reflection looks into him, looking for every lie he hasn't stopped telling himself. His bracelet tightens, and he has the urge to find every tic and twitch on his own face. He looks away instead. He covers up the mirrors and Clay calls him a vampire for it. He's fine. As long as he doesn't see how wrong he is, he'll be fine. As long as he can keep saying he's fine, he doesn't have to admit how broken he is.
Trucy stares into her own eyes every morning. It's a daily ritual of sorts. She tries to seal up the cracks in her mask, practicing her precious smile and her innocent little girl act, but she'll never be able to escape the weight of who she is. She's the child of magic, she's the child of law, she helped her dad disappear and never saw him again. She gave her dad forged evidence, twice. She's not okay. She's waiting for someone to see through the cracks.
Thalassa sees herself in her children, now that she sees and now that she knows who she is. She sees the pain Apollo holds inside, and it scares her that he refuses to see it for himself. She sees the desperation in Trucy's eyes, but she's afraid to break down those walls too soon. The magician's daughter, the musician's lover, the mirror. She's made of lies these days, singing of beauty that she couldn't see, stopping her career when she finally could. She wants her children to be well. She doesn't know how to give that to them. She doesn't know how.
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