#[[the prosecuting prodigy]]

[legayllyblonde]

it's

✨ franziska friday ✨

(and day five of the aai ladies haha) @aainvestigationswomen

[themxtleycrew]

"Which one of you was going to tell me tea tastes different if you put it in hot water?"

"Y-You were putting it in cold water?!"

"Kainé! Answer the question, Kainé!"

"Yeah??? I thought for like, five years that people just put it in hot water to speed up the 'tea-ification' process. Didn't realize there was an actual reason."

"You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 MINUTES!?"

"WHY ARE YOU PUTTING IT IN THE MICROWAVE TO BOIL IT?!"

"Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove?"

"It takes less than a minute!"

"Ema Skye, is your stovetop powered by the fucking SUN?!"

"How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove?!"

"Seven minutes."

"Just stick the mug on the top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like two minutes! Less than that if you use a saucepan."

"You're putting the whole mug on the stove? ON MEDIUM HEAT?! Your stove IS enchanted!"

"Everyone at this table is a fucking lunatic."

"DO NONE O' YOU LOT OWN A FOOKIN' KETTLE?!"

[kdrama-movies-more]

Ah God...years back I had hop-skipped a lot of Strong Girl Do Bong-soon from the halfway point and erased half the kidnapper plot from memory....

So the mystery part of Behind Your Touch is like, a jarring mashup of Bong-soon and Beyond Evil🙈 huh???

[themxtleycrew]

That smack echoed throughout the room, Franziska remaining silent as she turned her head and glared into her sister's eyes. "The horned one's voice leaves more of an impact." She retorts, then immediately slapped Maria across the face in very much the same way!

And that she would! Without another word, Maria slapped Franziska soundly across the face!

[sourcherrybites]

Legally Binding Affairs

Character: Jason Todd x DA! Reader

Disclaimers: My knowledge of the US legal system is based on Law and Order, Criminal Minds and Legal Eagle. I wrote more words than I usually do so the end is kinda sloppy, my apologies babes

Word count: 1.181

➜ Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist

Jason hates you; he despises your very existence because you make his job miserable and eight times more complicated than it should be. Ever since you got to Gotham, you have caused anything but trouble for him, his family, his business AND his crime-fighting activities.

It all started when that dumb fuck of New Jersey's governor announced that to fight the overwhelming crime rate in Gotham they would appoint a brand new DA, the starlight, the ace, the beloved child of the country's justice system; you. A prodigy since law school, with a 98% conviction rate, not reaching 100% because not even you could fight the unfairness when prosecuting rich folks or false allegations.

There you were, standing next to the Governor on TV with a serene look on your kind features, and a body language that said nothing could disturb your peace, a suit tailored to your shape, clean and ironed until perfection, fixed and organised hair and a straight pose. You. Were. Perfection. And maybe that's why they sent you off to Gotham —you were just too good. (suspiciously good)

You made it your goal to turn the Gotham court system into your personal renovation project, From the very moment you stepped out of that courthouse, determination etched on your face, the whole City watched as you won case after case. Your conviction remained unshaken, even in the pervasive corruption that seemed woven into the very fabric of the city. Nothing could stop you —not even the countless attempts to end you. In fact, you managed to reduce Gotham's crime rate by a staggering 1% in just two months—an achievement that was basically historical. (and again, suspicious)

You were stubborn and couldn't mind your own business, and Jason didn't really care; at the end of the day, you became a small spark of hope for Gothamites — that until you threw one of his guys behind bars, then it became personal.

Were you just that stupid that you couldn't grasp the danger you put yourself into by going after high-profile criminals? He was sure that every Rouge in Gotham had a bounty on your head, and you didn't care! You just didn't care! Like you were some sort of masochist, suicidal maniac! But he would make you care, on God, he would; one, because no one wanted the new favourite child of the city becoming another Harvey Dent, and two, he was just absolutely tired of you messing up his stuff.

Drug operations were busted, fights for keeping territories were more common, and the attempts to get the most clients by dealers became more desperate, selling harder and harsher drugs. You were just messing it all up! You just had to stop before you got everyone killed.

"Pretty nice home you got here. The federal government pays well, it seems." His modulated voice echoed through the emptiness of your apartment, it wasn't expensive, you weren't one of the luxurious lifestyles because you just couldn't afford it, but it was neat and well taken care of, the most expensive thing you had was your Computer on your desk, a long, caramel coloured structure next to the window looking at the city.

"Should I add trespassing to your file, Mr. Red Hood?" You asked calmly, in the same calm voice you used when talking to the defence attorneys. He was sitting on your couch, manspreading on your couch, one hand on the back of it to keep up the relaxed posture and the other on the gun that sat comfortably against his left thigh. "Funny little one." He let out a smug chuckle, an edge of annoyance in his voice that couldn't be hidden by the modulator. He stood up, the thud of his boots loud as he approached slowly, probably trying to make you feel smaller, which it did because he was the size of a double refrigerator, but you were, by far, more worried about the files hidden under your couch, in the special plastic pocket in which it usually is the information about the furnishing, him finding that made you nervous.

"Should I offer you a glass of water, sir?" You asked with faked courtesy, barely holding back the subtle shake of your voice, to which he chuckled again. "Thank you, doll, but I have other things to talk with you." He said, clenching and unclenching his fists.

He took another few steps, "You're tense. Are you scared?" Yes, absolutely terrified, about to pee in your expensive suit pants that you wore only once every millennium. You wanted to jump out the window before spending half a second longer with that beast. "Somethin' to hide?" He inquired again. You shook your head, keeping your eyes locked into the whites of his mask. And then you looked back at the couch, a little too low.

Shit.

Both of you pounced at the same time, struggling for two different reasons, you were doing your best to keep him from reaching the files and him barely struggling to keep you away with only one arm. You kicked, pulled, pushed, and clawed at him to keep him from flipping the couch. Meanwhile, he barely did some force to keep you away with the arm which was holding the gun.

He reached one of the files from under the couch, and you yanked his hand away, twisting his elbow at a painful angle and making all the pages fall and scatter around the floor. "You little sh-" He wanted to growl, looking over the mess on the floor until his eyes met the deep blue ones of a picture. Bruce's picture. He violently pushed you away, making you hit the floor with a thump and kicking the air out of you whilst he read the notes, and every page he read made him panic more. Somehow you had noticed things no one else picked on, his pattern of picking up children just at the same time as a new robin hit the streets, analysis on his posture, his voice, coincidences and discrepancies you had found. You had figured The Batman out.

He grabbed another file, the one labelled Grayson, the same story. Drake. Damian. Gordon. Brown. Sionis. Todd. There was no point in keeping the helmet on now so he just took it off and threw it somewhere else in your living room as he flipped on his file. You knew who he was, you knew who his family were and for the first time since he knew about you, he panicked.

"How did you get this....?" He muttered, barely above a whisper, his shaky hand pointing the gun at your face. "Did you show this to anyone else?" His grip on the barrel tightened, his index pressing against the trigger as he snarled. You coughed, placing a hand on your chest. "Lower your gun... and I tell you..." you managed to gasp, sitting up against the wall. "Let's just... talk... Mr. Todd... and I promise I'll explain everything." And that was it, He just needed to hear you out.

But would he?

©sourcherrybites 2025

[embrvx]

-Prosecuting prodigies-

[croquis-el]

We all know the fact that Naruhodou (Wright) passed the bar exam to get the opportunity to face Mitsurugi (Edgeworth) in court.

This is all, as it seems at first glance, naive, a little retrospective, selfish, romantic, and so on. However, no matter how clinging to the past Naruhodou may seem, is he really that loyal and forgiving to his old childhood friend?

Nothing like that. Nah. Not a chance.

When Mitsurugi is first mentioned by Detective Itonoko in an office conversation in the Turnabout Sisters (jp. 逆転姉妹), we are given two answer options - first: Of course i don't know him, second: Of course, I know him.

If we choose the first option, the detective will tell us a little backstory about the prodigy prosecutor and express the opinion that it is strange that Naruhodou hasn't heard about him. To which Naruhodou will answer that he simply feigned ignorance and will express his opinion about the prosecutor in an internal monologue.

If we choose the second option, Naruhodou will loudly share his immodest conclusions about Mitsurugi, which will displease the detective.

Even the beginning of the meeting is accompanied by Naruhodou’s thoughts that he must not relax and show weakness, otherwise Mitsurugi will swallow him alive.

From the very beginning, Naruhodou isn't in the mood to play on emotions and press on pity, instead preparing himself for the worst.

He understands that time spent together in childhood is not an argument or a reason to start a conversation.

The entire court hearing is accompanied by Naruhodou's evaluative comments about Mitsurugi - he curses him, out loud questions some of the actions of the prosecutor (updated autopsy report), calls and interrogates inconvenient witnesses for the prosecution (Mitsurugi doesn't want me to question the witness, but I don't care), answers him with the same barbs (Wasn't it you who told me "proof is everything"? Well, I was listening.), denounces the collusion of the prosecution with the witnesses, protests against the postponement of the hearings in order to prevent manipulation of the evidence, in general, by any means, unbalances Mitsurugi.

He is literally: Is there something you don’t like? I don't care.

In the next case - Turnabout Samurai (jp. 逆転のトノサマン), Detective Itonoko is angry at Naruhodou for upsetting the prosecutor, but his response is not remorseful: "Umm... so?"

During the first day of the hearing, Naruhodou literally laughs at the confrontation between the prosecution and his own witness ("Wow, old windbag has left even Mitsurugi speechless. She's good!" or "Mitsurugi found himself a worthy opponent"). He also sincerely doesn't understand why Mitsurugi’s behavior has changed, and he seems out of place, but he doesn't stop creating problems for the prosecution.

He doesn't soften towards him until the Turnabout Goodbyes (jp. 逆転、そしてサヨナラ), in which Mitsurugi becomes his client, and even later, when they begin to build a trusting relationship, Naruhodou does not make concessions for Mitsurugi and does not bend under his pressure.

So, Naruhodou did pass a very difficult exam to gain access to the courtroom, but he essentially created a hopeless situation for Mitsurugi. In the conditions of the court hearing, the prosecutor had no other chance than to listen to the arguments of the defense. Naruhodou may not have addressed Mitsurugi directly at first, saying that his ideology was terrible, but he did, proving with his words and actions right in the halls of the law that this is not how things are done and there is a limit to cruelty. He calmly used the letter of the law and jurisprudence - the language that Mitsurugi respects and lives by.

Defeat your opponent with his own weapon when you think he is wrong.

Naruhodou is a stubborn, purposeful, and quite strict person of character who lives without regrets, takes big risks, and doesn't allow himself to relax in any difficult situation.

He is gorgeous.

P.S. I don’t have some screenshots from the court and from the office because I don’t have the English version of the game, and in the video the author did not check all the options (I don’t blame the author, thank her for screenrecord)

[12neonlit-stage]

ACE ATTORNEY//: Prosecuting Prodigy, Franziska Von Karma

[azalawa-scroggs]

About Eddie Fender and why he was a dick to Miles

I first started this post in response to something, but it got so long I decided against inflicting it on OP. This is very long and very meandering and the form is kinda weird, as a warning. It's also kinda spoilery for Ace Attorney Investigations 2.

When we first start playing AAI2 and are introduced to "Ace Attorney Eddie Fender," it's true he doesn't come across as very likeable. The first thing he says to Miles is basically "Oh, look! Here comes Manfred von Karma," and the game happens three years after the truth about DL-6 came out. That's incredibly low, very petty, cruel even. He does start off as a dick to Miles, unfair on him until he gradually realises he isn't as bad as he thought, and as he starts warming up to Miles we start warming up to him.

But also... I kind of get it.

Like... Imagine you're 19 years old. Your boss just died in a sudden and shocking murder. You inherit the law firm even though you haven't even passed the bar yet. You're grieving as you keep working hard to become an attorney, now without the guidance you used to have. Maybe you even blame yourself a little - after all, you worked on that case too, you were likely there for the trial, you left both Edgeworths to take that elevator by themselves. Had things played out differently you would have been there, too.

Did you think of your boss's son, in the middle of this whirlwind? Probably a little, but you're a 19 year-old law student. You're nowhere near a suitable place in your life to even think about fostering a kid. Besides, Gregory Edgeworth was your boss. Someone you greatly admired and whose death you will never stop mourning, but still just your boss.

(It's unclear how well Eddie knew Miles. Enough for Miles to recognise him instantly, but certainly not as close as Miles and Phoenix were.)

You take it on yourself to continue the work he left behind, to help the clients Gregory can no longer help. For ten years you try your best to uphold the reputation and the values of his firm and name, and every day you witness a little more how corrupt the system really is.

Then, one day, you start hearing about this young new prosecuting upstart. Passed the bar at 20 and already has the legal world in his pocket. Rumours of forged evidence, backstreet deals, manipulated witnesses. Not only is that just like the whole lot of them, the tactics you became so familiar with over the years - no, it sounds painfully, specifically familiar to that one long, drawn-out case, the last one you worked with Gregory. It turns out the young prodigy is the student and protégé of Mr. Perfection himself, the man who never lost a case in thirty-five years, even though he should have lost against you ten years ago if the world was even a little fair. You would hate the boy for that alone, but on top of that he's also the son of the mentor you lost, the son of the man you both used to admire so very much.

And that hurts. That none of Gregory's legacy lived on in his son. That this sweet, kind boy, who Gregory always used to worry about not making any friends, became a parody of all they used to despise.

Perhaps you even get to see him. You catch a glance of him in the courthouse corridor as he passes you by without so much as a nod to acknowledge you, or you stumble upon a picture in the same paper that struck Phoenix Wright so deeply. You see that damn suit. That damn smirk. That damn waggly finger. His features may have something of Gregory but everything in him screams von Karma. He's spent a decade trying to shape himself into him, and it shows.

Prosecutors are a privileged bunch, and the Edgeworth kid grew up into a downright brat. Entitled. Rude. Arrogant. Obsessed with his fucking perfect record. You hear he goes around cutting the salaries of detectives that make a tenth of what he does and insulting the opposing counsel in court. He became the worst of them all, taught by the worst of them all, he is everything Gregory fought against and everything you hate.

Why would you want to associate with that? Why would you ever think he is not perfectly fine where he is, with his cushy office and his cushy sports car and his doubtlessly cushy pay?

A couple years later you hear he's been arrested for murder. Maybe you follow the trial, maybe you only see the headlines after everything, after DL-6 is finally solved. Honestly, that's when you start having a reason to reach out. When, had you been less embittered and jaded by the thanklessness of your job, you might have wondered what it was like for him to grow up in the shadow of his father's murderer. You might have been stricken with compassion and horror at the thought of fifteen years spent in crushing guilt, believing he killed the father he used to love so much. You might have empathised, despite your contempt for von Karma, with how his ward might feel to be so cruelly betrayed, thrice over, by the man who raised him since he was nine, who taught him everything before throwing him away like a piece of used junk.

But you still think of how he was like a son to von Karma, of how he got to spend fifteen years in wealth, following a shiny, easy, corrupt new path while you grieved and desperately tried to keep the pieces of your shared dream together. You think of how uneasy Gregory seemed with the idea of von Karma as a teacher, you think of how eager Miles seemed to follow in his footsteps and how much Gregory would have hated it. You think of the many defendants this boy callously condemned with barely a thought, just like his mentor. Of how he may not have his father's blood on his hands, but with the way he acts you'd think he had his murderer's in his veins. And you really, really don't want to deal with any of that.

You think, somewhat unfairly, that maybe Miles ought to have seen it coming. It's not like it's much of a secret that Manfred von Karma is a piece of shit, and good riddance to him.

Three years later, you actually have to interact with him again. It's been 18 years since you last saw him in his father's shadow, looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky, back when everything was so simple for the three of you. It's been 3 years since the truth about his oh-so-esteemed mentor was uncovered. He still wears the cravat. His brow is still furrowed, his eyes are still piercing.

But slowly, begrudgingly, you talk to him. You start realising he actually has some honour to him. That he's not really the Demon Prosecutor the papers made him out to be, that maybe you misjudged him a little bit, in you grief-stricken, angry bitterness. That maybe he can be trusted, after all, with his father's legacy.

Why would you think he ever needed saving?

[nyarumitsu]

franziska has always been a grown-up for as long as she can remember, already spitting out coherent and precise sentences without a single stutter at three years old. becoming a prosecutor at thirteen. cooperating with interpol at nineteen.

her title of being a prodigy is far from a lie, as she's got all the accolades and achievements to back up the title.

her father's abuse may have not been flashy or outlandish, but it was definitely all-encompassing within the von karma household. it was cold and quiet, and demanded so much. the von karma name was so high and prestigious, that to prove yourself to be one—you'd have to sacrifice your childhood and other desires away to achieve whatever 'perfection' meant to him.

even if it wasn't as 'extreme' as the word abuse seems to be, it was still abuse. franziska was groomed into being nothing but a perfect prodigy, a perfect prosecutor, a perfect von karma. she knows nothing else other than this endless road towards an empty promise of perfection.

at thirteen, she still idolized her father for being such a perfect prosecutor who conducted perfect investigations which lead to perfect trials. yet, she knew that there was something off in the way he'd not-so-subtly berate her brother, or simply ignore her. it is still unknown if he ever attended her first prosecuting trial or not.

to be a prosecutor at thirteen is no easy feat, to even pass the bar at twelve is ludicrous. she had no time to indulge in childish desires, for all she was taught to devote herself towards was perfection.

to be a prosecutor at thirteen, and a girl at that, may have even been so dangerous for her. she's just a kid. she's a hypervigilant and hyperindependent kid, yes, but everything still feels heavier when you're a kid. in a space that is implied to be heavily male-dominated, what on earth was her father thinking of—just letting her already become one at an age where she still needed protecting and nurturing?

thus, she's not normal. she was never normal, nor was she ever bound to be normal with her dysfunctional upbringing. she defends herself with a riding crop or a whip, and uses it as an outlet to lash out—to intimidate, or to simply make people listen to her. she won't beg, so she'll use any other means necessary to be taken seriously by her older, predominantly male colleagues. she'll be like fire, bright, sparks going off in every direction—hard to ignore.

something shifts within her over the years of her career before her hard-earned victory streak comes to an end, why does she come for revenge only for her brother? she never came to america to find closure, or even 'avenge' her father who she idolized for as long as she remembers. perhaps she had already suspected this. perhaps it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would.

the von karma name will forever be tainted by the sins commited by her blood that she has to carry on her back, yet not once has she ever been ashamed of her name. the von karma name isn't just her father's, it is also hers. and only she can wear her name with pride, and prove to the world what being a von karma really meant.

she is her father's daughter, and she'll die her father's daughter. the matching bullet wound on her shoulder is a testament to that. his blood is not something she can easily wipe off her being, for he is seen in even the smallest of actions she makes. she is a shattered mirror, where parts of him still illuminates through her reflection—yet doesn't make up the full image of who franziska von karma truly is.

the von karma's illusion of 'perfection' is shattered, and what else is there to be other than that? it's only for her and her brother to find out now that the name is all theirs, engraved onto their hearts. reclaimed.

[pastara-cell]

“OBJECTION! LACK OF FATHER FIGURE”

I firmly believe that drew is going to be a prosecuting attorney when he grows up. He’s got the entire ass starter kid dude! Comes from a rich family, probably has major trust issues (especially after jake), and he’d 100% pull out an updated autopsy report just cause he could lmfao

I think he’d be a prosecuting prodigy, winning basically every case he ever does right out of law school. He makes sure to point out every little detail, and is very good at jumping to correct conclusions, even with little amounts of evidence.

And at the end of the day, after beating his cases, he comes home and enjoys a little snuggle with his joyfriend :3

(My dad got the whole Ace attourney series for me so I celebrated by making a whole ass au with future professions)

[themxtleycrew]

The whippity whip trip trio.

[jynxedshapeshifter]

Something I find really interesting about Apollo and Klavier's dynamic within the courtroom is that a lot of Klavier's teasing comes off as mean or rude. What he's actually doing is trying to get Apollo to think. He's essentially trying to get Apollo to think logically. In the most condescending way possible without turning into Edgeworth, but he's still trying to help Apollo. He says himself that his goal is to find the truth, not get a guilty verdict. His intent is not inherently to poke holes in Apollo's argument, but to get him to think about the implications of the evidence, the witness testimonies, and conclusions he's drawing (because let's face it, Apollo is impulsive and says a lot of things without really thinking them through, a lot like Phoenix).

Like, here's the thing. Klavier is mentioned to be a prosecution prodigy. This combined with his desire for truth rather than a certain verdict means he, as implied multiple times, tends to figure out most details of a case before anyone else. I would argue he knew from the beginning that Wocky and Machi weren't the murderers in Turnabout Corner and Turnabout Serenade respectively, and at that point he just needed to find out who the actual murderer was. His goal when he pointed out flaws in Apollo's logic wasn't necessarily to get under his skin or even because he's against Apollo in the courtroom, it was to get Apollo to think more about the witness testimonies and the evidence he had and get Apollo on the same page he was on, at least that's how I see it.

[themxtleycrew]

"Well, since Ema Skye's snackoos are useless against them, and Gina Lestrade does not wish to risk the safety of her dog, it falls to me to drive off this pest." Franziska huffs, taking up her whip. "But you owe me, dear sister, BIG TIME."

There was a coyote in the parking lot of the Prosecutor's Building!

"I cannot call Animal Control. They forbade me to ever call again."

That's what happens when you call them to kill spiders.

[orphetoon]

Different person, I desire info on the ace attorney au

HI SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MONTH OLD AT THIS POINT

idk if i'll ever do more art bc when will i ever be interested in jjba AND aa at the same time again but just for you. the rough timeline of the entire au

PART 1: PHANTOM ATTORNEY

basically phantom blood but without vampires. jonathan is a defense attorney, the assistant switches between erina and speedwagon; first case is probably defending speedwagon. zeppeli isn't a hamon user here, but rather a spirit medium who gives jonathan some training. jonathan can't actually talk to ghosts, his ability is probably more similar to apollo's; maybe he can sense someones spirit 'wavering', aka when they're unsure.

main antagonist is dio, who is the opposing attorney. he's done a lot of shit he's never gotten caught for, but jonathan manages to reveal his crimes in the final case. dio gets sentenced to death, rip king.

PART 2: uh. battle tendency doesn't happen here.

idk how long it would've taken someone to get executed back in ye olde england times but for this au its long enough for jonathan to have at least two kids. one of these is george ii (joseph's dad), the other will create a branch family (aka giornos gotta exist somehow)

shortly after dio's execution, he forms as a vengeful spirit and is able to forcibly possess jonathan and kill him. dio's a bitch tho and continues to possess joestars whenever possible, but due to uh. reasons? he's not able to kill the next generation of joestars until they have had their own kids. deciding that going after the whole lineage would be tiring, dio just decides to focus on joseph and his descendants.

PART 3: jotaro fucks up

joseph manages to spirit train well enough that dio can't possess him or whatever, and lives a long life. holly manages to avoid him as well. jotaro was on the track to be strong enough to shut dio out, but decided to be an idiot 17 year old and try to banish dio for good. by some means both he and dio fail at their goals, and jotaro is stuck with dio...not really possessing him, but giving running commentary 24/7. joots tries to live with it for awhile, but the thought that dio could eventually succeed in possessing him and hurting those around him (aka baby jolyne) causes him to distance himself from everyone.

PART 4: AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

apologies to josuke for stealing his part number.

anyway. almost completely unrelated to all that, pannacotta fugo is a prodigy prosecuting attorney who has one of the highest success rates in the country. he has a found family sort of thing with the rest of bucci's gang, who he's all advised on legal matters at some point. they (sans fugo) run a restaurant; this isn't important at all to the au, i just like the idea. anyway, fugo's life is pretty good, until.

giorno fucking giovanna.

he arrives out of nowhere and quickly becomes the best defense in the country, even tho he's younger than fugo (both of them are too young to be attorneys, but this is aa). doesn't matter if his client is clearly guilty, giorno can get them off the hook (he only takes clients he believes should be seen as innocent, but giorno has his own interesting moral system). these two idiots battle it out in the courtroom, until bucciarati is framed for a murder.

unable to defend him, fugo turns to the only person he can, giorno. giorno completely clears bucci's name, unraveling the truth of the case - aka taking down diavolo, who's organized most of the crimes in this 'game'. since trish is the assistant for this game, she becomes kinda the main character during the final case lol. either way diavolo goes to jail, and both gio and trish are sort of folded into the bucci gang.

PART 5: GHOSTS ARE REAL

the second 'game' would be giorno with jolyne as an assistant; he clears her from the vehicular manslaughter and both of them resolve to solve the conspiracy behind it (it's pucci. pucci's behind it). josuke is here as a side character, being a police detective

the final case involves revealing pucci's crimes and jolyne finding a way to free her father from dio's spirit. no universe reset here lads :)

50/50 onto whether giorno finds out he's actually related to the joestars or not. he still bills them either way

PART 6: feedback investigations

fugo gets his own games but idk a whole lot about the investigations games so uh! lets just say its normal aa shenanigans with the purple haze feedback characters in there as well

[sailormew4]

Ace Attorney x Danganronpa Dream

I have a lot... and I mean a lot of vivid dreams that could become fics. However, I have a lot of fics already in progress. Would you all be interested in this dream becoming a full-fledged fic?

Plot (from what I could gather from the dream)

After the airplane crash that killed Nagito's parents, he actually had a surviving family member. An uncle on his mother's side by the name of Manfred von Karma. Manfred already had two children under his care (Franziska and Edgeworth), and this child did not have any potential of being a prosecutor, so he mostly ignored him.

Franziska and Edgeworth liked their cousin well enough, but he was a bit off. Constantly talking about hope, and how he was unworthy of being in the presence of such prodigies. Nagito saw himself as more of a servant than anything for the von Karma Household.

Years later, Nagito joins Franziska to avenge Edgeworth. And he'll do anything to help his cousin. If only that new intern at Wright & Co. Law Offices, Hajime Hinata, would stop butting into things! Additional Things/Dream Plots:

WrightWorth, KomaHina, and a hint of FranMaya as the Ships

Ages: Phoenix (25), Edgeworth (25), Nagito (20), Hajime (20), Franziska (18), Maya (18)

Nagito goes on Trial at some point, and both Edgeworth and Franziska don't know how to feel prosecuting him

Nagito was still titled the Ultimate Lucky Student (Me to Dream Me: Was Hope's Peak still a thing?) Both Edgeworth and Franziska acknowledged this talent