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obvious idea is obvious :)

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bonus sketches:

the “oh it’d be funny if this were a thing that qifrey didn’t know and was never told by someone” joke gets funnier and sadder if you believe olruggio’s talking about the tassel exchange when he’s ranting about heartbreak in chapter 59 pff

Storm Bringer deleted scene

saca kintsugi

Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship across alternate universes

basically me doing coloring and style exploration with soukoku as my muses

In a universe they are…

Young demigods, each carrying unwanted burdens and expectations—unfavored by the Fates. (the song of achilles kind of angst and hades game kind of comfort)

In another,

They are the most wanted criminals of the sea, yet no one seems to have information on the real names of the notorious “Demon Pirate” and the legendary “Stormbringer”……aside from ‘mackerel’ and ‘slug’…(the only universe where dazai gets the fancy hat title)

In one universe,

They are the most feared detective duo of Yokohama. Despite their violent history, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya now set their hearts and abilities on saving people and protecting orphans. (and are father figures to several of them including the wanted weretiger)

In yet another universe,

They are world class figure skaters, known to be bitter rivals by the media. Famous for their own record breaking programs and titles, their rivalry would always be the main attraction of every competition. (only for them to announce something completely unexpected during their last olympic gala performance: their engagement)

And perhaps in another one, or in a timeline they’ve live through in the past…

They are warriors of the sword in their ancient homeland. A fearsome duo—powerful enough to defeat armies; cunning enough to end dynasties of schemes. (yet a tragic time they lived in, a tragic ending they got)

…📖✍️…

Girl with a Pearl Earring

(Based on the painting by Vermeer, obviously <3 This is a High Effort Shitpost)

hate how links change color after you click em like theyre dirty now

in honour of twitter violently lowering itself into a pit of lava, i’ve started saving some of my favourite tweets from my twitter account in case it all goes down. i guess i’ll start posting them here on tumblr in chunks - the ace attorney ones go here, though i know i haven’t been all that active lately!

this is also a heads up that i’ve made a new general blog @corviiids for all the yammering that’s been on twitter up until now. if you’re INTERESTED in yammering, you’re very welcome to come over and follow me there too.

“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.

During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.

On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.

In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”

Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a “sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.

“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.

Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him

and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.

After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.

After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.

Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.

Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.

For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the ‘Cemetery Angel’.”— by Ra-Ey Saley