fey & co. law offices
maybe i'll do more ace attorney location isometric rooms? but only if there's no FUCKING bookshelves bc those took forever. thank you to @persep0nee19 for listening to me agonize over that couch and complain about drawing a million gazillion books! but i had a lot of fun thinking about the office when it was still mia's, and how proud she must've been to start her own firm and everything :,)
my mom just had a 7cm brain tumor removed and since she's woken up she's been talking nonstop about this dream she had about going to an art gallery full of colourful paintings by a 'homosexual artist' named klimsdorf who was ethereal and wise, both young and old... at first she was convinced he was a real person but after failing to find him online she's accepted he was a figment of her subconscious mind and is now determined to bring him to life via painting his portrait herself. she's 67 and has never drawn in her life. and now this. blorbo from her tumor
"All three? I'm...all three?"
Henry nodded, hugging his knees to his chest as he watched his companion attempt to skim a stone across the lake, "you're all three."
"So, you'd fuck me," Hans said, slowly making sure he understood, "then wed me to appease your conscience," he threw another stone, watching it dance elegantly across the water, "then execute me as soon as you've had your sordid little fill of me?"
"No, it's more like..." Henry paused, spreading out across the blanket, "all three at the same time."
Sighing, Hans gave up on the stones and joined Henry on the blanket, "okay, well, explain that to me."
"Well, sometimes, like when you're practising archery, I want to fuck you," he said with a shrug; out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Hans nod in understanding. Henry resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "but when I see you reading poetry, I could marry you," he looked up at the sky, counting the stars, "and then there's the times you call me a peasant or tell me to fetch wine that is right beside you or get us in trouble, I could wring your scrawny little neck..."
"Yes, yes, alright. I get your point," Hans waved a dismissive hand, also leaning back to look at the stars. Barely a moment later, he sat bolt upright, staring at Henry, "you want to fuck me?"
Henry bowed his head, sighing deeply.
I drew this a whilst back, thought it was hilarious, posted it and then was like fuck maybe this is too suggestive for my little corner of the internet. But you know what I have decided that I am an adult, I think it is funny and so I am re-sharing this with the world. Enjoy!
fuck it up nemo
Her ๐
Eepy
Jonny: yeah the Toy Soldier is doing fine
TS: *sings the most horrifying beautiful, tear filled song about the dehumanization of constant violence and war, and the never ending cycle that is pointless conflict.*
Jonny: yeah anyway Bertie fucking died lmao what a loser
IM DYING๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
college au,theyโre playing dnd or something