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[sevinagreatergood]

Why do people find it great to compare Severus and James? My honest reaction.

because he is just a strict teacher. you're placing a classist, entitled, rich brat with a group of 4 ganging up on 1 student for being a poor Slytherin, on the same scale as a man who DID NOT want to teach and hated Hogwarts for all it's bad memories.

You have compare equally. Snape is a bad teacher? alright. Can't complain there. ⭐Excuse 2: He bullied kids + ⭐Excuse 3: He was Neville's greatest fear.

Now, originally I think the whole teachers thing was meant as a form of comedy. No real insight. But since fans, snaters want to nitpick. So will I then. Three students suffered under Snape's "bullying". Neville, harry and Hermione.

Let's start with Neville:

- Neville was scared of everything. So Snape who is already distant than other teachers + ominous rumours surrounding him + having one of the hardest if not hardest subject to teach + failing his class so effortlessly = outstanding fear factors.

- Neville never met the de that tortured his parents before that certain boggart class. Only after the boggart class.

- Snape can't help it if a kid gets in his class scared beforehand. Neither can he help it if students create ominous rumours around him. Nor can he help it if he teaches the hardest class. All of those are fear factors.

- If I were next to Neville, who melted a whole ass pot on day 1 and I got burned. I'd be damned if he got away with a slap on the wrist. He should've gotten detention. Melting a whole pot is a unique skill.

Harry: guy forgave him. No need to pull him into this anymore.

But sure, some fans aren't satisfied with that. Well harry found him suspicious on day 1, breaking the rules over and over while Albus rewards such behavior by handing Gryffindor the points. Snape has to keep THAT child safe. Meanwhile that child is running around into the most dangerous situation one after the other

But Snape still threw himself in harm's way to keep that kid safe. Harry saw his own dad and sided with the person he hated without a second thought. Calling Snape the bravest man for a reason.

Hermione: her comment on ther teeth was mean. She changed it too, but her attitude against Snape didn't lessen either. She stuck to being a know it all so ignoring Snape's comments and even came to trust him.

Snape even corrects a painting that calls her a mudblood. That alone should be enough.

Result: now I know what fans already will say.

"So blame the kid" and anything along those lines. Alright, nitpickers. Let's not be cherry pickers then. Do you hate other teachers then? Do you hate these teachers?

other teachers:

Rubeus Hagrid

Introducing Dangerous Creatures in Care of Magical Creatures:

In Prisoner of Azkaban, Hagrid introduced Hippogriffs to third-year students without proper caution, resulting in Draco Malfoy being injured and causing Hagrid significant trouble. Even though hipogriffs are dangerous and unstable creatures that live off of being treated high and mighty. Students, especially teens would have a hard time grapsing that. In the end almost killing Draco.

Overestimating Students' Abilities:

Hagrid frequently introduced students to creatures beyond their skill level, such as Blast-Ended Skrewts (Goblet of Fire), which were uncontrollable and posed a risk to students.

Exposing Harry, Hermione, and Ron to Grawp:

In Order of the Phoenix, Hagrid led Harry, Hermione, and Ron to meet Grawp, his half-giant brother, without considering the danger involved or the ethical implications of involving them.

Drunken Behavior in Front of Students:

Hagrid was often drunk at inappropriate times, such as in Goblet of Fire during the Yule Ball and in Half-Blood Prince when mourning Aragog, which sometimes affected his ability to interact responsibly with students.

Negative generalization:

Hagrid tells Harry (before the boy even is in Hogwarts) that all Slytherins are evil. "There is not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin"

Horace Slughorn

Favoritism:

Slughorn showed blatant favoritism toward students he considered talented or famous, such as Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, while ignoring or undervaluing others, which could demoralize less favored students. Indirectly snuffing out possibilities of other kids.

Encouraging Risky Behavior:

In Half-Blood Prince, he hosted parties and gatherings where he provided opportunities for students to drink alcoholic mead, such as at the Christmas party, creating an inappropriate environment for minors.

Manipulating Harry for His Own Prestige:

Slughorn sought to associate with Harry Potter primarily for personal gain and to boost his own image by being connected to the famous Boy Who Lived.

Minerva Mcgonigall

Sending Students to Dangerous Detentions:

While McGonagall did not directly send students to the Forbidden Forest in Philosopher’s Stone, she approved their punishment. The detention involved following trails of unicorn blood, a task far too dangerous for first-years.

Endangering Students by Recruiting Harry for Quidditch:

In Philosopher's Stone, McGonagall recruited Harry Potter as Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team after seeing his flying skills during an incident with Draco Malfoy. While it was a great opportunity for Harry, it also placed an eleven-year-old in a highly competitive and dangerous environment. A child that never heard or played Quidditch before.

Emotional manipulation:

While scouting Harry for Quidditch, she deliberately told him (an orphan that yearned for a connection to his parents) he was so much like his father for that Quidditch talent to sway his choice into joining

Hates losing:

Is prepared to bend and break school law to scout a 1st year into joining Quidditch. A sport he never saw or heard of before, simply because she couldn't face Snape after a previous match. In other words, is prepared to do a lot simply because she hates losing

Endangering Neville:

She let Neville sleep outside the Gryffindor room with a killer on the loose. Fully aware, the killer was aiming for Hogwarts.

Remus Lupin

Endangering student:

By not taking the one potion he got from Severus Snape, who by the way, made it for free for him. A potion that kept him sane after the transformation to a lycan. Aka, Remus no bitey bitey people or Remus no killey killey people.

Being snarky and sacrificing life and limb to keep those student safe vs being nice and actually almost killing kids, my choice is pretty clear. Sure, this could be nitpicking but some fans nitpick Snape too. How do we like nitpicking now?

Comparing James and Severus is like comparing a slave to a king. It's not fair at all. Realize that. And those that say "Snape gave it as good as he got" are simply incapable of understanding human emotions. Because did Snape win even once even though he gave it as good as he got? No. We only see Snape suffering from a 4 vs 1.

To the people that say "Remus wasn't part of it so it's 3 vs 1". Be more thoughtful for once. Use that thing between your ears. Remus is a prefect, he was given that position to keep James and Sirius in line. Did he do that? Yes or no? No. In fact, he later reveals that he also helped James and Sirius keep the abuse of Snape under the cover when James STILL bullied Snape after he got Lily. If 3 beat up a kid, you watch but have the authority to snitch but don't, you're just as responsible. Making it a 1 vs 4 by default.

Which leads me to the next point. None of the marauders changed. Using Lily as a guidance (so James changed caus Lily married him) is mysoginistic af. Women can make faults too. Sirius still calls Snape Snivellus and he was like a mirror of James. Don't excuse that because he spent 13yrs in prison, otherwise you can excuse Snape too. A man whose worst memory is James. A memory so full of grief and fear, more than war and espionage that Snape witnessed. Excuse both then.

And people that say "1 vs 4 is a rivalry". Please. If you played in court with 4 vs 1, and the 4 players won often. Is that equal? No. It's ridiculous. That you have 4 enemies and win from an individual enemy? Sure. That can exist. But if your 4 enemies constantly gang up on you and you lose, it clearly isnt a rivalry.

Also, they blocked me. Loser 🤣

[ryin-silverfish]

I understood that Fox spirits with gold and white fur are normally heavenly foxes. But Su Daji in the versions we know, killed people before the events of the story. So, will any type of fox spirit get this color when it already has its nine tails? even if they are already foxes that killed people?

I am kinda confused by the wording of this question. Correct me if I'm wrong:

-Heavenly foxes = foxes with gold/white fur and 9 tails

-Heavenly foxes are "good", or at least work for the establishment

-Su Daji of the Pinghua version is a heavenly fox, judging by her appearance

-But she kills people and isn't good

-Does that mean gold/white fur color and 9 tails is merely a signifier of power in fox spirits, and has nothing to do with their alignment or allegiance?

Well...time to dive into some fox spirit lore.

In the oldest Chinese legends, nine-tailed foxes are very much divine beasts. The Girl of Tushan, for example. Nine-tailed foxes also appeared in Han dynasty grave reliefs and paintings as part of Queen Mother of the West's worship:

They were very much auspicious beasts, like Qilins or Phoenixs. Same goes for white foxes.

The exact point in time where "Auspicious Foxes" started shifting into "Demonic Foxes" is unclear, but it probably had something to do with the change in ways people conceive of yaoguais: namely, the idea that anything that grow old enough can become a yaoguai.

Foxes seemed like a prime candidate for that kind of stuff, because unlike dragons or phoenixs, they were just too common, mundane, and eerie. Divine beasts don't sneak into your chicken coop under the cover of darkness.

By the Northern and Southern dynasty, in Ge Hong's Baopuzi, there was already the idea that animals that reached a certain age could transform into humans, and he cited foxes, wolves and jackals as an example:

"...They can live up to 800 years old, and when they reached 500 years old, these beasts transform into human shapes."

Around the same time period, Guo Pu's Xuanzhong Ji gave an even more elaborate account of fox spirits' transformation:

"Upon reaching 50 years of age, foxes can transform into women. 100 years, beautiful women, divine shaman, or men in order to charm women. They can know things from thousands of miles away, are masters of the arts of charms, able to make people lose their minds...at 1000 years old, they can commune with Heaven, and are known as heavenly foxes."

This concept of heavenly foxes had a renaissance in the Tang dynasty, where folk worship of foxes were very popular, and Daoist influences meant that many foxes in Tang folklore were practitioners of the Daoist arts.

If foxes could cultivate, it was only natural that the best cultivators among them could become immortals, just like human Daoists, and get a job in the Celestial Bureaucracy.

Curiously enough, all Tang dynasty heavenly foxes were male foxes, and the troubles they got into often stemmed from their own lust and entitlement to human women.

Heavenly fox status also offered them protection from death sentences: when they were subdued by Daoist masters or immortals, the punishments were either beating with a rod or exile.

However, only one Tang text connected heavenly foxes with nine-tailed foxes and a specific fur color: You Yang Za Zu, which I cited in a previous answer.

In a sense, this fusion of nine-tailed foxes with heavenly foxes was really going back to the roots of "Nine-tailed Foxes as Auspicious Beasts".

But it didn't last, and by the Song dynasty, nine-tailed foxes had undergone full yaoguai-fication like the rest of their kind.

This is just my speculation, but "Nine-tailed Foxes as Demonic Spirits" could perhaps be traced back as far as their more auspicious associations: the nine-tailed foxes of the Book of Mountains and Seas were just another type of man-eating fantastic beasts, after all.

Anyways, it is at this point that the idea of Daji being a nine-tailed fox first appeared, and FSYY Pinghua went a step further by merging Daji with the "heavenly nine-tailed fox" of You Yang Za Zu, turning the auspicious divine beast back into the demonic.

But, back to your question: a white/golden fox, or a nine-tailed fox, is not necessarily a heavenly fox. In the Qin-Han era, that's just an auspicious beast.

By Guo Pu's definition, a heavenly fox is just an incredibly powerful 1000 years old fox. By the Tang dynasty definition, a heavenly fox is a long-lived master of the Daoist arts who managed to get a job in the Celestial Bureaucracy.

They absolutely can be assholes (though shielded from the worst punishment). The idea that a heavenly fox is also a nine-tailed fox of unusual fur color is specific to that one passage in You Yang Za Zu and FSYY Pinghua.

Having nine tails/white or golden fur doesn't say anything about a fox's alignment or morality either. Rather, it says more about people's general conception of foxes during that specific era, and what was auspicious in one dynasty could easily become markers of the demonic in another.

[p4ranxoia]

Silly Breach (Erik) Headcanons – AU

1. Prank War King

Breach once replaced all the toothpaste at HQ with mayo. He called it “mouth protein.” Phoenix almost cried. No one could prove it was him

2. “Anger Management” Pillow

Someone gave him a stress pillow shaped like a punching bag. Instead of using it normally, he drew Sova’s face on it (lovingly), and now mock-boxes it whenever he’s frustrated. “No offense, bro, but your voice pisses me off in surround sound.”

3. Messy Cook, Legendary Results

His cooking process looks like a war crime in progress, burnt edges, spilled sauce, loud metal pans—but somehow, the food slaps. He calls it “Erik’s Explosion Casserole.” You will love it. You will also fear the aftermath.

4. Bad Dad Jokes, Worse Timing

Right after an intense firefight, Breach might turn to Skye and deadpan, “Guess they really couldn’t handle the recoil, huh?” He’s not proud. But he is consistent.

5. Can’t Whisper. Ever.

Due to his damaged hearing, he thinks he’s whispering but he’s still full volume. Stealth missions are chaos when Breach is around. “HEY, DID YOU SEE THAT GUY? I THINK HE’S GOT A GUN.” Yes, Erik. They all do.

6. Misuses Idioms

He says things like “burning the candle with two spoons” and insists he’s right. If corrected, he doubles down. “That’s how we said it in Sweden, man.”

7. Secretly Loves Sparkly Things

Erik once got his arms painted by one of the younger agents as a joke. Now he wears glitter polish unironically sometimes. Claims it helps “channel his inner rage into fabulous violence.”

8. Heavy Metal Scream Master

Erik can do the perfect heavy metal scream like, rattle-your-teeth perfect. He’s turned “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” into a deathcore anthem.

9. Soda Can Shrine

Breach has a massive soda can collection. Rare, weird, cursed, explosive, you name it. He keeps them in a glass case with LED lights like they’re ancient artifacts. Labels include things like “Pickle Lightning” and “Mystery Flavor #7.” He calls them “metallic trophies.” Anyone who tries to throw one away gets a lecture.

10. Eats Soup With a Fork Just to Assert Dominance

When asked why, he just growled, “I like the challenge.” He makes intense eye contact the entire time. The soup is cold by the end. He calls it victory.

11. Unironically Believes “Birds Aren’t Real”

He's 110% convinced they’re government drones. He swats at pigeons. He lectures Sova about “his fake friends.” Sova is so tired.

12. Once Taped a Whole Raw Fish to Yoru’s Door as a Warning

No one knows what the warning was about. Not even Breach. He just said, “He knows what he did,” and walked away in slow motion.

13. Eats Cereal With Orange Juice If There’s No Milk

When someone gags, he’s like “What? That’s just breakfast sangria.” He likes the taste. This is not a joke. He does it often. Chamber left the room crying.

14. Keeps a Jar of Screws and Calls It “Emergency Teeth”

It sits on his nightstand. No explanation. No context. Killjoy once asked if he was okay. He just whispered, “Always be prepared.”

15. Plays Guitar Solos Without a Guitar [At times, with the guitar]

Like, full-on air guitar solos with amp noises made with his mouth. Once did this for four minutes straight mid-debriefing. Brimstone let it happen. He said it was “too committed to interrupt.”

16. Screams in Latin randomly at times

No one knows where he learned it. He won’t say. He once dropped a fork and yelled “IN NOMINE CHAOS” at max volume. Brimstone needed three Advils and a nap.

17. Bites Ice Cream Like It Owes Him Money

Full, aggressive chomps. No flinch. No expression. Just eye contact with whoever’s nearby. “Weak teeth are a mindset,” he says, with bloodlust in his pupils and sprinkles on his beard.

18. Keeps a Wrench Named “Justice”

Just like his other tools, he talks to it. Sleeps with it. Swore vengeance with it once. “She’s got a righteous bite.” It’s just a regular wrench… probably.

19. Plays the Kazoo During Tactical Briefings

No warning. No rhythm. Just loud, chaotic kazoo. He says it “enhances focus.” Brimstone had to start confiscating them. He just keeps finding more.

These are most of the silly ones for now! ⁰^⁰

[grimryoper]

We've seen some of Astra's art already, what style do you think Phoenix draws in? Any headcanons about the other agents' art skills?

At first, i thought of a Cartoon style for Phoenix, he's energetic and funny, it would fit. But then I took a look at his place (Provided by @/VALORANTukn account on Twitter) and i was able to see 3 drawings:

First image shows one of his sprays, in-game we're able to get it by buying the Tier 2 (2, 500 credits) cosmetic related to Phoenix, and is called "Claim The Crown" . Since it's in the game it got me thinking Phoenix is probably the one who created it.

Second image shows a minimalist art piece of fire in orange/yellow. If Phoenix is the artist behind the first image, then he probably made the second one not taking is soo serious.

Third image we're able to see some papers and in one of them, Phoenix's flash is drawn. This one i think of more as a doodle.

In conclusion: I think Phoenix would enjoy drawing in a kind of semi-realistic art style but most of the time would be making wips and random doodles with no specific style. Kind of trying out all kinds of ways to draw.

Now other agents headcanons:

Raze does draw sometimes and takes inspiration in brazilian gibis, mostly the ones by Mauricio de Souza. I think she would also love doing a type of experimental (?) paintings, with lots of color and shapes, something to have fun.

"Gibi" is the way brazilian comics/cartoons are called. The most famous gibis are by Mauricio de Souza, and they are called Turma da Mônica and Turma da Mônica Jovem. Showed in following pics:

Turma da Mônica (Comic and a How-to-draw Mônica tutorial by the creator)

Turma da Mônica Jovem (The comics)

Yoru would be able to appreciate art. He would grow having references since he grew up in Tokyo (if I'm not mistaken). I think he would refuse to draw anything related to anatomy, he has little knowledge. He can draw animals but not seriously, and they end up looking funky (on purpose). Yoru would rather stick to his own style, with some geometrics and mainly the blue color and focus on painting instead of drawing. He would probably enjoy painting those bobbie goods if they weren't cute lmao.

I'm not in touch with Japanese culture so feel free to correct me if i make a unfortunate statement.

Here is something he made ☺☺

(Yoru also painted his mask he uses to rift)

Sorry for making this post too long btw, I can also make more parts, talking about other agents. Thank you for requesting!! I appreciate!

[ggswaywardgifrepository]

Some Tastefully Curated AAI2 Screens That Effectively Demonstrate my Love for These Games

A lot of this is out of context and quite possibly out of order too. Whoops. Anyway, be mindful if you've yet to play Turnabout Legacy.

Dying that upstanding and proper Edgeworth suggests he's going to use Larry's "art" to wipe his ass. We can all joke about the truth of their friendship, but this is honestly one of the more genuine displays of it. REAL friends do shit talk each other. Plus, elsewhere in this case, we also have this:

When Larry suggests that Edgeworth is his best friend, Edgeworth doesn't deny it or correct him. He just keeps on keepin on. (I can see him and Larry as best friends because I think it's relatively clear that Edgeworth and Phoenix's relationship isn't purely friendship--undeniable but until canonically stated as romantic, intangible. And the rest of his close relationships are more slanted toward professional or familial.)

On that note:

Yes, that top one is from the Captive Turnabout. But it fits. Gosh, I wish they'd just confirm Edgeworth is gay. I'm clearly not the only one who wants that or sees it in his writing. We need more canon queer game characters, especially protagonists.

A lot of headcanons seem to paint him as ace and I love that, too. I'd love something that explored him as ace but still being aesthetically and romantically attracted to Phoenix. And him hiding behind lack of sexual attraction as the reason for not pursuing relationships because he just assumes everyone he'd be interested in wants sex and he doesn't (because it me LMAO).

Anyway.

[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 62 : the Sunfires

Wukong and the team meet the Sunfires leader while Mac and Xiaobo meet some scavengers.

Xiaobo is now sure that Mac is insane.

The city's manor was clad in dark. It stood above all the other buildings. Drowning its vicinity in shadows. The city's flag was hung on the highest tower, it was pushed by the desert’s squalls, flaring like phoenixes’ wings. The guards escorting them stopped before an iron fence, they gestured towards Mei and Red Son, as if showing off important guests. 

“Those are esteemed fire users.” Huffed one of the guards escorting them. The soldiers guarding the fence flinched, they immediately allowed them to pass. None deigned to look at the rest of the team, as if they were of no importance, as if they were mere shadows following after the fire users. 

Sock, who was huddled under Wukong's teal veil, meowed disapprovingly. Wukong scratched under her chin. “I agree, they're not to be trusted.” Hummed the great sage. The manor was made of riches. They dived deeper in the serpentine corridors, walking on the blood-red carpets. The walls were filled with different paintings, all depicting the various leaders of the city's clan across time, or at least Wukong supposed so. The people depicted on the paintings hung on the left wall were all clad in gold, they had more or less the same eyes, two small creaks ignited by dirty brown pupils. They were most likely from the same bloodline. Leadership within a clan was often passed along by blood, so it wasn't uncommon. However, the people depicted on the painting hung on the right were vastly different, they had a softer look and long, smooth hair cascading on their shoulders. They were also clad in riches and proudly claimed the city’s sigil… Perhaps, this clan had a dual-leadership? It was less common but not unheard of. 

The guards escorted them to a lavish living room. They bowed and left with promises of fetching their leader, the great noted the singular used, so only one leader after all. Wukong eyed the two sofas facing each other, the only places where one could sit, it was fit for only four people. 

“What's up with this place and fire users?” Groaned Mei as she sat on one of the sofas. 

“Elitism based on magic is more frequent than we often think.” Hummed Red Son. As the son of a prominent clan, perhaps he had his fair share of encounters such as these. People always found a way to feel superior, it wasn't new. 

“That's why you two will do the talking.” Intervened Wukong as he put one hand on his hips and looked at the two fire users. 

“Why's that?” Asked his student with a tilted head. 

“Clearly, they're not even considering the rest of us. They're not even enough seats here for all of us and I even bet the other sofa is for the coming leader.” Pointed out Wukong as he nodded towards the two sofas. 

“Great. That's a great start.” Huffed Pigsy as he crossed his arms. 

“My fists can do the talking.” Chuckled Mei, visibly still upset about the previous interrogation. Just what kind of things did her interrogator say about Macaque to make her this mad? Not that Wukong was arguing. If anyone was talking crap about his moon he'd gladly beat them up. 

“I think we can all agree here that I will do the talking.” Corrected Red Son as he lowered Mei's fist. 

“You're no fun.” Huffed the dragon girl. 

Wukong wandered round the room, everything was made with utmost precision, even the furnitures looked like art pieces. The city's sigil was carved almost everywhere, with imagery of flames. Wukong snorted. Those people really liked showing off. He noticed incense burning in one corner of the room, so little that it was barely tainting the ambient air. Sock meowed, not liking the smell. “Yeah, it's suspicious. This type of incense is normally for funerals.” Hummed Wukong as he kissed his cat's fluffy head. He stopped his investigation when he heard people coming closer, he returned close to the others and stood behind the sofas. 

Two figures entered, accompanied by a flurry of guards that stood close to the only exit. They were cladded in velvet cloth that glimmered under the sunlight. One was a tall woman, built like a mountain and adorned with a wolf mask. The other was a thin man, his steps lighter and adorned with a fox mask. The woman leisurely sat on the empty sofa, the man hurried after her and sat at her side. They both had the same eyes. Thin creaks ignited by dirty brown pupils. They were most likely related. 

“We apologize for our lack of manners. Our manor is overwhelmed with the recent loss of our clan leader.” Hummed the woman, her voice as loud as thunder. Wukong raised an eyebrow. The leader was dead? Yet none was wearing funeral attires and the incense was so small it didn't even matter. Clearly, the previous leader wasn't well-loved. 

“So were you the leader's heir?” Asked Red Son. 

“Oh no, the Sunfires had a dual-leadership for decades, I am the other leader. You can call me Fang, and this is my son, Jaw-long.” The fox masked man quietly nodded at them. Wukong frowned. So he was right when he supposed this clan had a dual-leadership. “I was told you two were esteemed fire users? Some soldiers told me you arrived here with a shadow user, it is fortunate that you separated before he could bring troubles to you.”

Mei was about to jump on her feet but Red Son stopped her, he pressed on her shoulder and kept her seated. “I am Red Son of the Bulls, this Mei of the Dragons, we are searching for someone called the Jeweler, do you know where this person is?” 

Fang remained stoic, not betraying one hint of her inner feelings. Her son, however, flinched at the mention of the Jeweler, but he caught himself before he could reveal further. “I don't think I ever heard of this… Jeweler of yours.”

“That is unfortunate.” Replied Red Son. 

“Why don't you both and your… friends stay a bit longer. My son's wedding is coming soon, it'll be a delight to have esteemed fire users like yourselves here.” Hummed Fang as she crossed her legs. 

“Wedding?” Replied Red Son. 

“Indeed! I am getting married to Lady Wan, the most beautiful woman on ea-” His mother cut him with a sharp glare. Jaw-long stopped talking and remained quiet. But obsession was still burning brightly in his gaze. 

Fang cleared her throat, she rose and dusted herself off. “Unfortunately we still have much to do, the soldiers will accompany you to a guest room.” She didn't even wait for their answers and left, her son hurried after her shadows. 

The soldiers escorted them to another room, it was in a quiet corner of the manor, cut off from the rest. Once again, there were only two beds inside. 

“Their blatant discrimination is getting tiring.” Sighed Tang as he crossed his arms. Wukong couldn't agree more. The soldiers were still outside, surveilling them. They couldn't wander around as they pleased. 

“So now what?” Asked MK as he tested the beds' bounciness. 

“They're obviously hiding something.” Replied Pigsy. 

“I guess we have to wait and see for now.” Proposed Sandy. Wukong was about to refute him, he could transform into a butterfly and snoop around the manor. But he was cut by something rattling under their feet. One of the floorboards was moved to the side, revealing a passage underneath. A head full of curls popped out from the revealed hidden passage. 

“Lady Wan invites you all to go see her.” Informed the curly-head, the team looked at each other with surprise, they didn't expect that. They were still a bit hesitant. Following an unknown servant to God’s know where wasn't very wise. “If that can help you decide, Lady Wan has many names, but I believe people outside the desert call her the Jeweler.” Informed the servant. 

Oh well, that changed a number of things. 

***

Macaque sighed, he tugged his scarf higher, hiding his face. The sun's glare was particularly intense. It roasted him even when he wasn't exposing himself. He could feel his skin darkening even though it was hidden under layers of veils. Xiaobo was faring better than him. Perhaps because they were already used to the desert, they didn't seem to mind the heat as much as Macaque. They moved faster too. Macaque wondered if he shouldn't have taken all his weapons, they added weight to him and he wasn't used to it. As he thought this, Macaque heard something moving a few meters forward, he grabbed the lamb's collar and tugged them back. 

“Can I ask what's the fuck you're doing?” Asked Xiaobo, Macaque was holding them up by the collar, like a mother does with her kittens. The warrior coughed to hide his laughter. 

“Someone's ahead.” Whispered Macaque. He released the lamb and they slowly crawled forward, peeking from above the dune. A group of people were down there, all cladded in dirty scarfs, they were searching corpses frozen by the desert ruthless night. 

“Scavengers.” Hummed Xiaobo. “We should avoid them-” the lamb cut themselves when they saw Macaque pulling out his bow. “What are you doing?”

“Taking the first shot.” Hummed Macaque as he pulled on the string, a shadow arrow formed itself. 

“I just told you not to!?” Gasped Xiaobo, why was this monkey so battle-crazy! 

“They're gonna see us anyway and we can't go back to the bashes’ territory. Besides, they have water and we're gonna run out of water soon.” Hummed Macaque, he squinted, his eyes raking over the group of his scavengers. His breath slowed, his vision shrinked until it was focused on one particular spot. The arrow was light, almost ethereal, under the pads of his fingers. The string was pulled to the maximum. Macaque breathed in and let go of the arrow. It flew out of his grasp, grazing his cheek, and ran towards the group of scavengers. It passed through any obstacles, like a ghost, before tearing up their bag. 

The group’s food and drinks stumbled on the ground. They looked around, panicked. 

‘One of them got a gun!’ The voice echoed in Macaque's head, it sounded like his own voice. Macaque shuddered, he immediately shot another arrow, preventing the group from using their gun. The one who was holding the gun cried in pain, a bright red gash was on his palm. 

The scavengers looked around but they couldn't locate the threat, they all began to run away, leaving their teared up bag behind. Macaque waited until he was sure the group was far away. Then he hopped off the dune, slided on the steep and leisurely picked up the abandoned bag. 

“You see?” Hummed Macaque. Xiaobo followed after him and rolled their eyes. 

“Show off.” They said. “You could have asked them for water.”

“You really think they would have shared?” Snorted Macaque, he wasn't naive enough to think scavengers of all people would have kindly shared their drinks. Besides they had multiple bags of supplies, it didn't truly matter if they lost one now. 

They settled a few meters away, not wanting to be near the desert’s corpses. Night would fall soon. It wasn't wise to walk at night. Especially within the thick darkness. Xiaobo lit up a fire and prepared their food, Macaque drank some of the water he managed to win from the scavengers, he was quite satisfied. He removed all his heavy weapons and placed them near, his eyes lingered on the bow and he bit his lips. 

“Can I ask you something?” Sighed Macaque, eyes still glued on the liu'si. 

“Since when do you ask permission?” Huffed Xiaobo as they grilled some of the meat they found in the scavenger abandoned bag. It already smelled better than snake's meat. Macaque snorted. Fair. 

“This is gonna make me sound insane…” Chuckled the warrior. Xiaobo looked up from the fire and threw a deadpan gaze at the black-furred monkey. 

“Because you thought you were acting sane until now?” Macaque scratched his neck and shrugged, he didn't act this rash, did he ? “Really ? Rushing into a fight with a bashe? Provoking a group of scavengers that were, mind you, way fucking larger than us? This is not sane behavior.”

“Ah, come on, kid.” Sighed Macaque. 

“Nah, nah, don't ‘come on’ me. It won’t work. Just shoot your question.” Xiaobo waved their hand around, they didn't have time to play nice. Macaque pursued his lips, but eventually spilled the beans. 

“Do you think weapons can talk?”

“What?” 

“I said, do you-”

“No, I heard you.” Sighed Xiaobo, they pinched the bridge of their nose. “I'm just trying to understand what is going on right now.”

“I know this sounds crazy. But it's not. Let me explain.” Hummed Macaque, he tried to not look too deranged, apparently he kind of butched his impression in Xiaobo's eyes already, no need to worsen his image even further. “I've been hearing voices for some time…”

“You are aware that this is not a good start to convince me you're not insane, right?” Groaned Xiaobo as they crossed their arms.

“I just… My weapons are made with parts of my soul, it's kinda complicated.” Huffed Macaque, the whole situation was a mess to be honest. He didn't know much about soul weapons but it didn't seem impossible for them to start developing some kind of consciousness considering they were made with fragments of soul. 

“This sounds really freaky.” Shuddered Xiaobo, they sighed when they saw Macaque's somewhat distressed expression. “Look, maybe your weapons are really talking or maybe it's the desert’s heat. I don't know. Maybe my aunt could answer that, she knows a thing or two about souls.”

Macaque sighed and raked his hair with his hand. “Yeah, yeah, you're right.”

“Here, the meal is ready.” Xiaobo handed him a piece of grilled meat. Macaque gladly took it. It tasted way better than any meals they had until now. “But please don't start talking to your weapons in front of me, I don't need more mind fuckery.”

Macaque snorted. “I'll try kiddo.”

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[neutrallyobsessed]

i understand that you ship kayworth (while i dont ship it myself, im not gonna be all "dhuh!!! no thats not allowed!!!" bc i gen Dont Care) but im curious as to how you can call wrightworth a tap water ship??? it has a lot of toxic yaoi potential, yes, but its up to people whether or not they wanna write about it??? theres plenty of toxic nrmt fics out there!! i for one just wanna write about middle aged gay people who are in love. id really like to know whats so bad about nrmt

(anoned bc i feel like ill get blocked instantly by someone when i admit that idc about fictional ships being illegal or whatever)

Something beautiful happend when i posted that and it was someone liking that post and then going to the linked post where i sorta review the ship in more depth and liked that as well.

But anyways i love my silly food/drink related metaphors so i'll expand the thought:

Tap water is a heavily filtered drink that when it's ready for consuption it is absolutely basic and unremarkable, completely ordinary, nothing to hype about. And I could be fine with it if it wasn't flooding the damn place. The Ace Attorney house had their faucet broken for over 20 years now and either people love it like that (thus see no reason to fix it) or have left because duhh living in a flooded house is super annoying, specially when people insist things are fine or call you terrible names because you're not thrilled bout living in a flooded house and would rather fix the thing plus drink/eat something else without tap water...

But you know, I do enjoy swimming. And I gotta say, swimming water like from the pool or beach isn't exactly good to consume but ey, at least it has some fucking flavor to it xPPP.

Tap water isn't bad but it's also not the greatest thing ever. It's not that there's something bad about it but being fucking everywhere is quite the problem, specially when not everyone knows how or likes to swim. Not everyone likes or wants to live on a boat inside a house. And not every tap water fan is like this, but a concerning amount enjoy and celebrate when people drown.

You know that narumitsu shippers have bullied so many people out of the fandom including other narumitsu shippers because say they didn't hate narumayo (or didn't hate it enough)?

Yes, everyone and their grandmas want to write middle age gay people in love, it's been the case since the 70s, it's been done, I do not frecuent these kind of places but when I do wander around, variety is nowhere to be seen.

Please and again, if those gumworth fics where Phoenix is depicted as a demented yandere stalker with a Gumshoe that comes to Miles rescue do exist link them to me, it might be gay but its a boss/secretary with age gap where the young one is the boss ship with hyperbolic canon compliance and that's AWESOME!!!! because it'd be veeeery sad to know that nrmt shippers were lying yet again so they can paint their "competion" in a bad light, riiiiiight?

Let's be honest, being blocked is the best case scenario, I get the feeling that you do know how absolutely wrenched and horrible some fans of this mid-ass weak bland ship can be and that the worst case scenario is being harrassed to hell and back because you didn't hate me enough. Or maybe nature is healing but idk cause I am blocked by half the fandom lol, anyways lovely talking to you, take care ♡.

Also it was nrmt shippers who called their own ship water first, described it as high quality mountain water which is the wrong part, cause there's nothing prestine or scarce about nrmt, it's just plain regular old water you can get everywhere, I just corrected and expanded on the idea~~

[So tap water is nrmt, liking to swim is to like being in the aa fandom, knowing how to swim is knowing how to curate your own fandom experience, pool and beach water is toxic yaoi nrmt and/or based superior mtnr which I'm aware it exist but like I close my eyes and don't breathe under water, ocasionally it gets in my mouth and when it's toxic is pretty epic, it has flavor, but it's usually the normal and boring tap water which is I block every tag possible but not everyone tags their shit so yeah lol]

[azautodetailers]

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Initial Inspection and Consultation

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During this phase, clients can discuss concerns about specific panels or imperfections. The assessment also helps determine the level of correction required—ranging from a single-stage polish to a more intensive multi-stage correction.

Surface Preparation and Decontamination

Before any polishing begins, the vehicle undergoes thorough cleaning. A high-pressure rinse and contact wash with pH-balanced shampoo eliminate surface grime. Next, a clay bar treatment removes bonded contaminants such as tar, brake dust, and tree sap that washing alone cannot dislodge.

This decontamination is essential for achieving smooth paint and preventing embedded debris from causing new scratches during the polishing process.

This attention to detail is especially valuable for paint correction in Paradise Valley, where desert dust and contaminants frequently accumulate on exposed surfaces.

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Professional technicians use a paint depth gauge to map the thickness of the clear coat across different panels. This data is critical when working with vehicles that may have undergone previous paintwork or refinishing.

Once measurements are taken, delicate trim pieces, emblems, and rubber seals are masked with automotive tape. This prevents damage from machine polishers and ensures that only the painted surfaces are treated.

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This is the core stage of the process. Dual-action polishers and rotary machines, along with a range of compounds and pads, are used to refine the surface. Depending on the condition of the paint, the technician may begin with a heavy-cut compound to remove deep imperfections and follow with finer polishes to enhance gloss and clarity.

For vehicles requiring paint correction in Phoenix Arizona, this stage is vital due to the frequent exposure to intense UV rays, which can accelerate paint fading and oxidation.

Each section is polished methodically, often with overlapping passes, to ensure uniform results across the vehicle.

Paint Reassessment and Refinement

After compounding and polishing, the vehicle is wiped down with an isopropyl alcohol (IPA) solution. This step removes polishing oils that could mask remaining imperfections. It allows the technician to reassess the paint’s condition under bright LED lighting and make final touch-ups as needed.

Multiple inspection passes ensure that the desired level of correction has been achieved before proceeding to the finishing stages.

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Following successful paint correction, many choose to protect the refined surface with a ceramic coating or synthetic sealant. These layers provide long-term defense against UV rays, water spotting, and environmental contaminants.

Ceramic coatings, in particular, offer added hydrophobicity and durability, extending the life of the corrected finish while reducing maintenance needs.

Final Inspection and Client Walk-Through

Before the vehicle is released, a final quality check is performed. The technician reviews the corrected finish under various lighting conditions and removes any remaining masking tape or residue. Clients are often invited to inspect the results and receive guidance on aftercare and recommended maintenance schedules.

This transparent, hands-on conclusion to the service reinforces confidence in the outcome and helps maintain the results over time.

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[larkiethings]

okay I voiced these opinions which is why I’m confident enough to write them bc I’ve gotten my thoughts in order

I feel like part of the reason that apollo justice falls a little bit flat is that it plays things too close to the chest and doesn’t have enough conflict throughout most of the game. It has a great plot and it comes together beautifully in the final case, but I don’t think you get enough nuggets of it before said final case, and there’s not enough alternative plot to keep you going. Let me get into it, big spoilers ahead for the end of the game obvs

so this is the second time I’ve played this game, the first time was…idk sometime between 2018 or 2019, and honestly it felt kind of forgettable? Which on one hand was nice on the replay because I had to genuinely figure most things out and could experience the game like new, but on the other hand doesn’t speak to great story if I can forget most of it in 6 years (although as a side note so much of my brain was taken up by my horrible job that it’s definitely not all the game’s fault, I was being abused at the time). One of the things that really stood out to me was how Klavier Gavin is so different from previous prosecutors, and how it was both interesting and boring at the same time

the thing about Klavier is that he’s the most chill prosecutor we’ve seen so far. Which is weird considering that he’s an egotistical diva of a rock star, and he can be a bit of an ass, but he doesn’t have a personal vendetta about winning the way that the von karma brand of prosecutors is. He IS a perfectionist, as a prosecutor and a musician, but he wants to have a perfect case, not a perfect win record - and to him, a perfect case means seeing justice and putting the correct criminal behind bars, not beating the defense. There are several times when he actually helps Apollo, by stalling for time or by asking for additional testimony when Apollo can’t find fault, so that together they uncover the truth.

and on one hand this is really refreshing! The von karma family really left a strong impression on the games and painted prosecutors as these intense, unflinching, unfailing, MEAN people, and yeah Godot wasn’t a von karma but he was so condescending and phoenix is so used to having to battle everything out that it felt very similar. Klavier is condescending sometimes, but again, he’s more helpful than anything else. Which when I think about it, that’s nice! It’s a nice bit of contrast to earlier games, it ties in with the themes of the game (finding hope in the future of the legal system despite its flaws), and idk it’s just a kind of nice change of pace

so why is it so boring????

I feel like the thing is that there’s not enough conflict. The main conflict of the game is between phoenix and kristoph, and it happens mostly off screen. You get little tastes of it, and that mystery is intriguing, but for the vast majority of the game the conflict has to come from other places - mostly from Apollo’s inability to talk to his clients, whether because they’re uncooperative (wocky) or unable to speak English (machi) or cripplingly shy (Vera). The clients are also a bit of a departure from previous games in that these clients aren’t exactly innocent either - wocky is a trigger happy gangster, machi a smuggler, Vera a forger. But again, this conflict isn’t as front and center, because you can’t! Talk to them! And you’re not getting enough conflict from your main opponent in court because he cares about justice! And he usually comes around pretty quickly to the idea that your clients aren’t murderers and helps you get the real murderer!

now. I do think the big overarching plot was interesting. I loved lamiroir and the complicated family history. I eat family history shit up. Which is why I would have loved for more of a look into the Gavins!

again, Klavier is condescending and egotistical in court, but he’s also kind of charming, and he’s barely an antagonist. I think if we had gotten more of a look at their family history, that would have made this game WAY more interesting. We know that the case with Zak Gramarye was Klavier’s first one, and it was kind of implied that Kristoph was going to use the case to get more fame and prestige for both of them, but we’re also…not really sure how much Klavier knew about Kristoph’s plans, how he felt about Kristoph getting booted from the case, how he felt about his brother going to prison. Did he want the help from his brother, or did he want to stand on his own? He was already a successful rocker. He did grow out his hair to match his brother’s style, which seems like he looks up to Kristoph at least a little, but also he must have felt betrayed because he cares SO MUCH about justice and Kristoph so LITTLE. Did he know this from the beginning? Is this why he became a prosecutor in the same way phoenix became a defense attorney, but inverted? Did he want to prosecute as a way to stop his brother’s corrupt power grabs? they’re really the main foils of the game, and imo it would have been way more interesting if he had been slightly better friends with Apollo so we could get a look into that. The internal conflict! The betrayal! The drama!

And Apollo would be over there trying to figure out how he fits into it, maybe talk about the law in general and how prosecutors and attorneys both play important roles. Perhaps being conflicted himself as he challenges his own thoughts about law, wondering how he can be such a good friend with his opponent, maybe getting into his own past a little bit as an orphan??? What was his life like growing up??? Obviously this wouldn’t be SUPER out in the open, like I’m thinking back to the original game level of phoenix’s backstory hints, it doesn’t have to be overwhelming. But it might have been nice to have something.

anyway. Those are my thoughts. I really like the game conceptually, but the actual gameplay often feels like wandering around just wondering wtf happened to phoenix wright that he got disbarred and is now just slouching around in a hoodie raising a teenager and then being shoved into unrelated bullshit. I do think it was a really bold move to do that, and I did like getting to see phoenix from the outside - so much of what we know about him is internal, he really hates talking about his feelings to other people, and it was cool to see things from a new perspective. BUT again the pacing felt like…kinda flat kinda flat kinda okay BIG DRAMA REVEAL and like. Idk the big reveal felt somewhat disconnected from a lot of what happened before, at least emotionally. And I can see why people would turn that into hating Apollo (bc he’s only tenuously connected to everything in a last minute plot twist what is he even doing here) or hating the way phoenix is written (bc he hates talking about his feelings so we the players don’t get to see them) or the plot (bc it’s not tied into enough of the game). I feel like the INGREDIENTS are there. It’s just a liiiiittle bit off of what I want it to be. And it could be fixed by seeing into Klavier’s thoughts and emotions just a little bit more

[nor5tar]

Well, Agent Phoenix is a blank slate character so you can choose any of these. But it's all up to you.

Regarding the whole "less likely to have family connections", the Philippines is a lot more biased towards people with said connections, especially in government jobs (if you're buying into the "the agency sometimes has ties to the military/government" headcanon but it still applies to other parts of society) so it is a possible (but still kinda unlikely, in my opinion) scenario for Phoenix to have strong family ties that can lead to 'favors' and other similar things when it comes to gathering intel.

Onto the backstory suggestions. I'll just give a blanket warning that this will not paint the countries in a positive light if you dig deep into this and (based on the few in this fandom I've told some details about) would generally be upsetting. Also, I'm going off what I remember.

I'm going off the assumption you headcanon the games' time period to be in the 1960s.

If you're going for third gen, that would mean one of your Phoenix's ancestors would've been alive to see or experience what is called "benevolent assimilation", which may not be a fun thing to read about. It also might contribute to your Phoenix not being able to speak a lot of any of the Philippine languages, no matter which people group he's from (Some areas are hit harder). If you're going to draw from real historical events. It could tie to the theory of "Zoraxis and the agency were once allies", especially if you consider that Zoraxis as a company, may have been pushed onto Filipinos. But this requires a bit more research and nuance that I don't have time to dig into.

If WWII occurred in your interpretation, there can be a lot more nuance to his attitude towards conflict, especially depending on where he lived in at the time. And on those he grew up around. There's a lot of potential characterization elements if you know where to look. (Look into the many guerilla fighter groups in the Philippines since some were against their own fellow Filipinos, which may contribute to why he's treating this espionage career seriously, seeing how many other spies from guerilla groups ended up dead or tortured. But since he's American, he could be more sympathetic towards Americans but also quite resentful if he grew up hearing about the grizzly details of the death march. There is a lot of fodder for that.)

Depending on how you write his parents, you might want to look into OFWs (Overseas Filipino Workers) and their children. Due to historical events, Filipinos in healthcare can be a good place to start looking into.

There are more but these are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. The history between these two countries is quite interconnected and nuanced that I can't think of the right words for it since I could misinterpret a side or event.

This got longer than I planned. Whoops.

Thanks for the ideas!

Your asks sent me down a rabbit hole yesterday of looking into Phillipines/US history at the time /pos

So I've heard of some of those things, but I'll dig a little deeper into those

Thoughts of my Phoenix so far under the cut:

First of all, I'm going off of the timeline that IEYTD takes place in 1967 (which I saw from @agent-calivide 's post on the timeline)

(I'm also not American or Filipino and not the most knowledgeable about history so anyone can correct me if I'm wrong and sorry if I mess anything up🙏)

If that's the case and I'm saying Phoenix is in his early 30s, let's say 34. So he would have been born in 1933, right between WW1 and WW2. He would have been 6 when WW2 started and 12 when it ended in 1945, so while he wouldn't have participated, his father probably would have. It would have shaped his childhood and had a huge effect on how he thinks - I could definitely see it as what led him to want a job in an intelligence agency.

So, if we assume people around then are having kids in their 20s, that would put his parents as born around 1913 and their parents around 1893.

I'm also going off of the assumption that he'd have to be white-passing and definitely a US-born citizen to get a government job in that time period.

That tells me that both his grandparents and parents likely married someone born in the US - which causes issues because apparently anti-interracial marriage laws in the US counted for Filipinos, so relationships between them and white people would have been illegal. However, I think people do have a history of going around the law in cases like that.

And from what I can tell, even if the marriage was illegal, as long as their kid was born in the US that would make them a citizen.

I read that the manong generation was the first to come to the US as a group in 1903, right after the US made the Phillipines a colony. In that case, if I say one (or both) of his grandparents came over in 1903 (I can say they were born a little earlier than 1893 in that case, maybe ~1885), that seems to fit pretty well.

That's the extent of my thoughts so far. I think that vague family history works, but I haven't come up with any specifics.

One thing I didn't mention is that it's possible the family/some members went back to the Phillipines at some point - all that matters for my version is that Phoenix was born in the US and had some caucasian ancestors. I made the assumption that his grandparents/parents got married in the US, but there were Americans occupying the Phillipines at the time so that's also a possibility (though based on what I read there could be some very dark implications if his family were in the Phillipines during that time, especially WW2)

I'll look into anon's suggestions and see what comes up along the way, and I'm also open to new comments if anyone has thoughts based on that whole essay :]

[wisteriaiswriting]

gekko, phoenix, sage and astra with gender neutral reader who loves gardening (headcanons?)

𝕊/𝕆 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟

Gekko, Phoenix, Sage and Astra headcanons + blurbs with reader who loves to garden.

Words: 1235

This guy cannot care for anything that isn't edible. They are the only thing he can care for.

When you're in the garden or a store he will follow you around trying to learn. Although he will forget everything as soon as you leave.

From here on out any present you get is something plant related. Whether it's some seed packets or a fake flower in a hand painted pot.

Though if you grow any type of vegetables he will suddenly become the teacher. (His mother grew her own vegetables as he grew up and taught him.)

“Oh Pájaro cantor~”

Gekko’s voice echoed in the hallways, he left earlier within the day and was just now returning. Alongside his voice and footsteps, there was also the movement of a plastic bag.

Turning around to see him stepping into the garden, following the steps towards you. Showing you were correct, he was carrying an opaque plastic bag.

"Love, I got these for you!"

The bag was filled with items you were familiar with, feeling a pot and hearing seeds in it. Opening it revealed the pot was filled with a mix of seed packets, from violas and roses to broccoli and leeks.

Pulling out the pot showed something new, the outside was painted. Covered in small doodles in all different colours, a yellow wingman, a blue dizzy, green mosh and a pink thrash. They all surrounded one bigger drawing.

It was you and Gekko holding hands. There were small hearts drawn around the both, clear they were drawn by your buddies. All were wobbly and uneven but clearly drawn with love.

"Aww, thanks Mateo~"

He has somehow become the worst agent to care for plants. (Please don't leave him in charge of any types.)

In his life he has somehow killed a succulent. (No one is sure how he did it??)

When he was still in school he probably learnt about some types but has now forgotten everything.

Will constantly watch you care for your plants but don't allow him near it please. (Weirdly enough he always knows when you're about to care for them.)

“Aw, c’mon love!”

Phoenix was whining from inside, the glass door was open but the other was shut and locked. You’ve learned quickly to not let him near the garden, especially alone. Your poor garden still hasn’t recovered from the accident.

“Not until you can be trusted!”

“I can be, just let me show you.”

You didn’t answer this time, continuing to replant your garden. A small patch was completely burnt so it was filled with seeds and sprouts, which you just finished planting.

“Look, you’re done planting right?”

He paused as if for you to respond, which only worried you.

“This means a new start! I can show you I’ve matured by caring for the babies.”

You could only look at him in worry and concern.

“I don’t think so, I'm not having a repeat.”

“My dear halcyon~ Let me show you!“

And you did, walking over to the door and unlocking it. You would clearly regret this.

During her first few years in the protocol she started the (still small) agent garden so she knows how to care for a variety of plants.

While she has grown vegetables she much prefers flowers, finds them easier.

When you need or want help she is always willing.

And if you have more than enough plants she will find others to build a greenhouse for them.

Sage had quickly banned you from the garden, even managing to drag others to stop you as well. And speaking of the others, you've realised how suspiciously busy they've been. But not with any missions or paperwork.

This continued for a few weeks, 3 to be exact. During that time Sage was one of the busiest with everything, missions, paperwork, hobbies and now this secret... thing? But that quickly came to an end.

"Angel?"

Sage had walked around the base trying to find you, ending up in the kitchen where you were making a drink. Apparently so distracted since you didn't react to the nickname.

Slowly and silently walking up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Her laughing started as you jumped, spinning around to see her.

"Wei!"

She stepped back as she whipped eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I've got another surprise for you~"

She reached and grabbed for your hand, pulling you along. A quick trip through the halls of the protocol, ending up with you both in her quarters.

The quarters consisted of her room, the medical room and an outdoor garden. Which 2 of the 3 were always open to others whether or not she was around.

The blinds were shut but clearly the door wasn't, the wind was making the bottoms move around.

"Now, close your eyes."

Doing as you're told resulted in hands covering your, now closed eyes. Using them to guide you where she wanted you. Through the door outside, walking the whole length of the stone path. Stepping off onto a soft patch of dirt.

Her hands pulled off and both reached for one of your own.

"Open~"

And you're glad you did, the sight was amazing. A decently sized greenhouse had been placed and built in the back of the garden. During this you missed the last few agents hanging around retreat inside.

Spinning around to tackle Sage into a hug.

"All for me?"

"Yes~"

Without any more words you dove for her lips, she responded quickly. And once oxygen came necessary you parted, both panting.

"Let's show your 'babies' their new home."

Akoma mu toffee - my/sweetheart (Closest translation so I apologize if this is incorrect.)

As she was growing up she had her own but small garden full of flowers. Having the chance to enlarge it and explore more plants during her time at the protocol.

When she found out you also gardened she offered to share, becoming ecstatic when you accepted. (Told everyone for the next week.)

If you grew or will grow any types of edible plants, new or old she will cook you both something with them. (If she's feeling nice the other agents can have some.)

Efia had led you towards your shared garden, shared meaning just for you two. Recently her side has been empty, the majority of her old plants were given to you. Meaning your side is fuller than ever since joining the protocol.

And she hasn’t stopped with her love of plants so something is up, you’re just not sure of what… yet. Recently she has been bringing in a lot more items, and last time you checked there were bags and boxes stacked in her room.

Now, weeks later she was finally putting them to use. But before entering she held her hands over your eyes, slowly leading you so you don’t trip. Stepping into, what you assume is the garden's entrance as she has you stop waking.

“Akwaaba!”

Your temporarily blinded has her hands are removed, the newly renovated garden is all you can see. Flower beds were full of a mix of flowers and vegetables, practically overflowing.

One was a mix of beautiful pink impala flowers (she also grew some inside on window shelves.) and light purple african daisies. Overhead the whole garden grew bougainvilleas, ranging from a hot pink to warm red giving the place a lot of shade.

In another bed was a range of chillies, she did like to add them to the majority of her meals. A few sprouts of tomatoes, broccoli, leaks and others. The other beds were full of your plants, she kept them all just moved them around.

There was even a sign at the front. It was clear she didn’t do the carving, being Skye’s handiwork. Labeled ‘Y/N and Astra’s Garden’ with small and harsh hearts surrounding, those were her work.

Her hand wrapped around your waist to pull you into her, head leaning on your shoulder.

“What’cha think Akoma mu toffee?”

“I love it, thank you Efia.”

[halfagonyandhope]

when the skies catch fire │ch. 35

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Obi-Wan releases a deep breath as he boards the Ghost. Both skins he inhabits - literal and iron - do not feel like his, and the last time he’d left Phoenix Base, he’d nearly not made it back.

Satine had clearly been thinking along these lines that morning when she’d greeted him in the hangar with Bo-Katan, both of the sisters carrying the components of an extra set of beskar’gam, the Mandalorian iron skin. 

“I wouldn’t bother arguing with her, Kenobi,” Bo-Katan had said, forcefully handing him the breastplate. “Without your Jedi magic, you’re basically a civilian now. You need more protection than you can provide.”

As Bo-Katan had strode off to ready the freighter for flight, Satine had given Obi-Wan a dry smile. “Her delivery could use some work,” she’d said. “But she’s not incorrect.” And she’d handed him the helmet.

Obi-Wan had examined it closely, noticing it appeared to be the same armor he’d worn a year prior, when he’d come to her rescue on Mandalore. The scarlet paint, however, had been replaced, scrubbed away to reveal the glistening silver underneath. New colors - a bright blue, a neon green - had been added as accents, along with the colors of Satine’s clan.

He’d looked up at his wife, his throat suddenly tight. “The color of my lightsaber blade,” he’d breathed. “And Qui-Gon’s. And the colors of your...”

“Your clan now, as well,” Satine had gently corrected him.

Now, he’s brought back to the ship, to the present, as Chewbacca passes him, gesturing for him to follow. Obi-Wan trails the Wookiee to the cockpit.

“How can I assist?” he asks.

Ahsoka is already there, sitting behind Bo-Katan. Chewbacca takes the remaining seat up front as Ahsoka says, “You’re already assisting, Master” and gestures to the seat behind Chewbacca.

He gives her a small smile. “Obi-Wan,” he corrects her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’re the same rank, you and I, for all intents and purposes.”

Ahsoka beams at him, and he sees echoes of the fourteen year-old girl he’d first met, before the war had taken her childhood. He sits beside her, beginning to secure his safety harness while Bo-Katan and Chewbacca work through their pre-flight checklist.

The engines hum to life, and Ahsoka nods before facing toward the front of the ship. “Obi-Wan,” she echoes.

---

The voyage is long but not unbearably so. A year prior, Obi-Wan would have spent most of it in meditation, but his recent attempts to meditate have left him frustrated and angry, and he knows not to push a task he is not yet prepared for. Instead, he sleeps for a few hours, and though he’s not necessarily more rested when he wakes, he’s at least not less so.

Obi-Wan leaves the small residential cabin and heads for the cockpit, where he finds Ahsoka and Chewbacca.

“Bo-Katan is checking the weapons,” says Ahsoka, glancing at him as he enters.

Obi-Wan chuckles. “No surprises there.”

Ahsoka turns toward him. “Speaking of weapons, did you bring your saber?” she asks. “I didn’t see it on you when you boarded.”

Obi-Wan sighs. “No,” he admits. “And actually, I wanted to discuss this with you before we entered the Mygeeto system.”

He tells her what he’d told Satine previously - that he can’t feel the Force, that he hasn’t been able to since his abduction. Ahsoka’s eyes show no pity as he explains; rather, they are filled with understanding.

“I am not who I once was,” Obi-Wan eventually finishes. “And for whatever reason, the act of holding that lightsaber - I can’t bring myself to do it. Not yet. My mind will not allow it.”

Chewbacca’s voice trills from the front, softer than he’d yet heard it.

“Forgive me, my new friend, but my Shyriiwook is a bit rusty.”

Ahsoka leans forward. “His people call it a soul fracture,” she says. “That’s not a perfect translation, but it’s the best I can do.”

Obi-Wan looks at Chewbacca, curious. Chewbacca continues, gesturing as he vocalizes. Though Obi-Wan doesn’t comprehend the exact words, the emotion behind them is impossible to miss. Ahsoka nods, understanding. “The Empire took control of Kashyyyk soon after the fall of the Republic,” she says. “Chewie was off-world when it happened, but his family and his friends - they were all enslaved, used as a labor force to strip the planet bare of resources. They’re still enslaved.”

As Chewbacca continues, Ahsoka sits in silence, waiting for him to pause. When he does, she goes on.

“Before he found Phoenix Cell, Chewbacca ran into a few Wookiees who managed to escape Kashyyyk. He could tell their souls were shattered from what they experienced. He says you can’t put the pieces of a fracture like that back together the same way as it was before. You have to build your soul completely anew.”

Obi-Wan leans back in his seat, crossing his arms against his chest, one hand on his chin. He meets Chewbacca’s gaze. Chewbacca vocalizes again, and this time, Obi-Wan understands without Ahsoka needing to translate.

You can’t replant a downed tree. You need to plant a new one.

Obi-Wan nods. “Yes, I think that’s what I’ve been afraid of,” he agrees. “Thank you, Chewbacca.”

Chewbacca trills in response, and Obi-Wan takes that to mean, You’re welcome.

---

They head to one of Mygeeto’s main ports, and Obi-Wan immediately tenses when the landmass starts to come into view, unnerved.

“I want to ask you to double check that you’ve gotten the coordinates right,” he says to Bo-Katan, as the group surveys the planet, “but I know your skills better than that.”

Bo-Katan flips a switch near the navigation computer. “A lot happened when you were out of commission, Kenobi,” she says dryly as they navigate through the atmosphere. Even from that distance, the destruction is clear.

Obi-Wan had been to Mygeeto during the war, had fought to protect it and its store of kyber crystals. But now…there is nothing left to protect.

Only a fraction of the buildings in the port city still stand, and as they draw closer, some of the rubble appears through the smog. Ahsoka checks a screen to her left. “If you take your helmet off,” she says to Obi-Wan, “you’ll need to wear a rebreather. The grit in the air will tear apart your lungs.”

Obi-Wan feels the weight of the Mandalorian helmet in his hands. He wants to question the wisdom of meeting here, of bringing a young girl - whomever she might be - to this toxic planet, but he knows that is exactly why Bail must have suggested it as the meeting location in the first place.

Now that Mygeeto has been razed to the ground, and has no resources to speak of, the Empire has no need of it - and, likely, no presence here.

Ahsoka taps Obi-Wan and hands him a rebreather, which he tucks into his belt. “You ready?” she asks.

“As I’ll ever be,” he says, and at least it’s truthful.

He dons his helmet, and he and Ahsoka head to the shuttle. They’re silent as Ahsoka pilots the ship toward the spaceport. Obi-Wan has clearance codes at the ready, but no communication arrives to ask for them. He and Ahsoka share a glance.

“Well, let’s hope we’re not arriving to total anarchy,” he murmurs.

As it turns out, there aren’t enough people in the spaceport for chaos, and those people who are present move quickly, clearly desiring to spend as little time in the air as possible. Obi-Wan notices that all of them wear masks to protect against the smog. 

Ahsoka maneuvers to the previously agreed-upon hangar and sets the ship down smoothly. “Any life forms nearby?”

He runs a scan. “Five,” he confirms, then pauses. “I expected six - five clones and the girl.”

Ahsoka frowns. “There could be any number of explanations,” she hedges.

Obi-Wan breathes in deeply. “Including that there never was a girl,” he says. Was this all a trap to draw us out, fooling even Bail?

He pushes the thought away. It will do him no good now.

They shut off power and complete the landing checklist quickly, and Ahsoka touches Obi-Wan’s elbow. “We’ve got company,” she says, her voice low, and she puts on her rebreather.

Two men stand to the edge of the hangar bay, one a head taller and twice as broad as the other but both wearing Katarn -class armor with a skull icon. The shorter of the two is missing his right hand - the limb of a RA-7 protocol droid is attached to his forearm instead.

“They’re here,” says Obi-Wan into his helmet’s comm. “Visual of two men matches my recollection.”

“Copy,” comes Bo-Katan’s voice.

He looks at Ahsoka. “Anything…off?” he asks. 

She doesn’t ask for clarification, just closes her eyes and breathes deeply, once, twice, three times. Then she shakes her head, eyes still closed. “No,” she says finally. “The Force is calm.” She opens her eyes.

Obi-Wan nods, and they disembark.

As they approach, Obi-Wan raises his voice. “Echo? Wrecker?”

The larger man’s shoulders shake with a hearty laugh, and he punches his friend’s shoulder. “See, Echo? What did I tell ya? I knew they’d come through!”

Echo seems more wary than his companion. He steps toward Obi-Wan. “What planet - ” he begins, but Obi-Wan cuts him off.

“Anaxes,” says Obi-Wan. “We met after the liberation of Anaxes.”

Wrecker’s deep laugh fills the hangar. “It’s good to see you, too, General Kenobi,” he says, and even though Obi-Wan can’t see his face, the glee is hard to miss.

“And you, Wrecker,” says Obi-Wan, and he can’t help his smile. 

Wrecker moves to say something, but Echo cuts him off. “We can catch up later, Wrecker,” he hisses, turning back to Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. “Tech said you’d want proof that we’re not aligned with the Empire.” He hesitates before pulling off his helmet, switching it with a rebreather before he takes a breath.

The scar on his right temple is clearly visible.

Obi-Wan breathes out deeply.

Echo nudges Wrecker, and Wrecker copies him, removing his helmet and replacing it with a rebreather so that Ahsoka and Obi-Wan can view the scar on the right side of his head.

Obi-Wan nods. “Let’s find someplace to talk.”

---

The group convenes in neutral territory, commandeering a former office in the spaceport. The ventilation in the building appears to have been out of service for some time, so Obi-Wan puts on his rebreather when he takes off his helmet. The de facto leader of the 99s, Hunter, approaches Obi-Wan and Ahsoka from the shadows, with Tech trailing behind him, and a blonde, pre-teen girl behind Tech.

Obi-Wan does a double take and raises an eyebrow at Hunter, who chuckles.

“Yeah, she’s a clone,” he says. “General, meet Omega. Omega, meet General Kenobi and Commander Tano.”

Obi-Wan waves a hand dismissively. “It’s just ‘Obi-Wan’ now,” he says gently.

Ahsoka steps up to Omega, kneeling in front of her. She extends her hand. “I’m Ahsoka. Nice to meet you, Omega.”

Omega gives her a tentative smile, reaching for her hand. She shakes it.

Obi-Wan clears his throat. “Hunter,” he says. “Where’s Crosshair?”

Hunter drops his gaze for a fraction of a second, and his pain is evident. “His inhibitor chip is still functional,” he says, lifting his eyes again. “When we defected, he chose not to join us.” He sighs. “Speaking of which,” he adds, moving aside his hair so that Obi-Wan can see the scar on his temple. “Just so we’re clear.”

Obi-Wan nods.

Hunter gestures at Tech. “You, too, Tech.”

Tech steps forward dutifully to let Ahsoka and Obi-Wan see his scar. Satisfied, Obi-Wan shifts and steps toward an old supply crate, sitting down gingerly. Hunter watches his movements, curious, but says nothing.

“I’m sorry to hear about Crosshair,” says Obi-Wan. He sighs. “The war never really ended, did it?”

“No,” says Hunter. “Only now we’re losing our brothers to starvation and homelessness and suicide rather than combat. It’s still a battle, just a different type.”

“Losing Senator Amidala was a massive blow,” adds Tech. “No one is brave enough to take on sponsorship of her clone personhood bill.”

Obi-Wan glances at Ahsoka but doesn’t say anything.

Hunter drags a hand over his face. “But we’re not the only ones to lose brothers,” he says. “Rumor has it that you lost Skywalker, too.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t trust himself to speak, and he’s relieved when Ahsoka stands and steps forward. “Anakin perished during the genocide,” she says. Her words sound convincing to the room, and she’s not technically lying - but she and Obi-Wan keep their suspicions to themselves. “I’m sure you know about it, right?”

Echo nods. “We know it as Order 66, but yes.”

The words are met with an eerie chill that Obi-Wan feels deep in his bones. Wary, he changes the subject.

“I hear you all are in need of a safe haven,” he says.

Hunter nods. “We have Omega now,” is all he says, but Obi-Wan knows.

“I understand. My…my daughter is nearly four months old.”

Hunter’s eyes narrow in confusion, but when Obi-Wan’s face doesn’t contradict his words, Hunter breaks into a grin. “Who would have thought?” he says with a look of wonder. “Explains the iron skin, that’s for sure,” he adds, gesturing at Obi-Wan’s beskar’gam. “So you and the Mandalorian Duchess made things official soon after you left Coruscant, huh? And by the sound of it, very soon after?”

Obi-Wan nearly chokes in surprise. This must be a first - he can’t recall a comrade ever commenting on his sex life before. Occupational hazard of being a member of a seemingly celibate religious order, he thinks.

“I’m just messing with you, General,” says Hunter as the other clones laugh. “But in all seriousness, congratulations. She’ll make a helluva Jedi some day, no doubt, with you training her.”

“Or perhaps a future Manda’lor,” offers Tech, “since she very likely has legitimate claim to the Duchy.”

Obi-Wan hasn’t had time to consider this and does not plan to in the near future. He clears his throat. “At any rate, Omega is welcome with us,” he says. “As are all of you, if you’d like to call Phoenix Base home.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a place to call home,” says Omega from Ahsoka’s side.

Obi-Wan smiles at her. “Then it’s settled.”

---

Tech, Wrecker, and Echo head back to their ship to ready it for the journey, and Hunter and Omega join Obi-Wan and Ahsoka in the Phantom to rendezvous with the Ghost. Once aboard the freighter, Ahsoka shows Omega to a sleeping cabin, and Hunter pulls Obi-Wan aside.

“General,” he says, and Obi-Wan almost corrects him but decides to drop it. “I know Senator Organa promised you we have intel.”

Obi-Wan sits and begins to peel the beskar’gam from his arms, but he freezes at Hunter’s next words.

“I know where to find Commander Cody.”

[avatar-legends-confessionblog]

"that 'Iroh the hypocrite' confession is a lot of words to say you don't understand

The whole point of the "Azula needs to be taken down" is it goes against what Iroh is usually about, thats not Iroh being hypocritical, that is the writers highlighting just how dangerous Azula truly is"

Of course, Iroh's 14 year old niece is so dangerous and severly deep into the propaganda of his nation and the parenting of his abusive younger brother that even he, the one who is mature enough to realize all of the topics mentioned above, is spiritually enlightened and is basically always seeing the good in everyone (proof is his weird idolization of his nephew), can't stop for a second and put himself in the shoes of this child, his own family, in order to at least understand why she is like this. That's not at all a writing that betrays the essence and themes of his character(becoming a good person after doing bad things, seeing the spiritual balance of the world and hence being able to see that people can do both good and wrong and forever trying to offer guidance for those he encounters so that they can be able to lean towards that inherent goodness, hopefully), not at all a flaw in his character, that's just him being once again Perfect and anything that opposes this idea, is definitely wrong and evil, right? Thnx for the good laugh you gave me, hopefully, I'll leave you too a bit better with this educational discussion as you did to me.

"And the sending Zuko to fight Azula has nothing to do with a power struggle between siblings, Azula had no real power, Ozai just named her fire lord to continue to manipulate her, thus Zuko fighting her wouldn't been seen the same as Iroh taking down Ozai"

Oh, so a publicly known traitor going back to his country with the intent to usurp the position of power and governance, that was given to his sister, now the publicly known figure and power of authority due to the fact she's been chosen by the ultimate authority, the phoenix king to be the leader of the nation, and is quite literally the only ruling figure staying in the country and tasked with governing it, somehow, this Traitor vs The Leader of the Nation isn't actually a power struggle being painted in action here? Do enlighten me to what it is, if you can, because I seem to have misunderstood all the politics I've studied.

"And imagine thinking Zuko's never done anything good without "the good guys" givinf him chances, as if The Blue Spirit wasn't wanted by the fire nation from before Aang even wakes up."

Of course, the Blue Spirit must've been a noble hero fighting against the Colonizing Entity and doing heroic deeds, right? I mean, the fire nation wants him captured! Of course he must've been doing something good! Two questions came to my head right now, why and for whom did he do these deeds? All I know about this character is that he does things for his own benefit, things that ultimately did serve the world good such as kidnapping the avatar and brought harm too, such as stealing from people. And guess what, all of these actions came from a place of self interest and personal gain, they didn't come from a moral sense of doing it for other people so who's to say that, perhaps, the Blue Spirit being wanted by the Fire Nation is because he would do things that would once again benefit him, such as infiltrating military groups and centers to acquire knowledge that would aid him in his search for the avatar?

"Try thinking about why things are said rather than what is said"

Believe me, I don't share my thoughts unless I'm positively assured of what I didn't and did understand and I'm always welcome, happy and ready to be proven wrong and be taught what's correct and right. Do you do that too?

X

[minz-za-moo]

Ace Attorney Hotness (1/?)

(Spoilers for all mainline Ace Attorney games!)

I was looking through Ace Attorney content on youtube, as one does, when I came across a video titled “I Ranked Apollo Justice Characters on How Hot They Are (plus investigations)”, by Superduperbro. It immediately caught my interest, and I started to watch it. It was only a few minutes in, however, that I had realized what a mistake this was. Olga Orly, Plum Kitaki...this person had all the wrong opinions on who is and isn’t hot! So, I’ve decided to (w)right this tremendous wrong, and rank all the Ace Attorney characters based on who is and isn’t hot. 

A quick couple of side notes; Of course, I’m joking when I say the creator’s opinions are ‘wrong’, you can think whoever and whatever is hot! It’s simply for the sillies, no hate to them <3 Also, I’m demisexual+demiromantic. Not entirely relevant, but I thought it was a funny detail. My definition of ‘hot’ could be entirely different than the norm and I’d have no clue.

Final side note; Since I haven’t finished Investigations 1 or 2, I won’t be ranking any characters from there, nor will I be doing TGAA :(( 

There are 7 main categories, from S Tier to F tier, with S Tier being the best (or in this case, hottest), and F tier being the worst, having C tier as a middle ground. In addition to those seven, I added two more categories; The first one is titled “that is a child”, and it’s exactly what you think. We will not be ranking any children based on how hot they are, and if you do, you will be put in my second custom category; “hell”! It’s also exactly what you think, being reserved for all the creeps in Ace Attorney >:( 

We’ll be going in order of appearance, from the first game allllllll the way to the sixth! We’ll also only be ranking official redesigns; DLC clothing wouldn’t count in this case. But who knows, maybe I’ll make a followup judging everyone’s DLC outfits? Now, speaking of characters with multiple designs, here we have our first character...

Phoenix Wright!

The man, the myth, the legend, the unkillable protagonist! The way I want this to work is that we’ll rank the appearance each character has when we first meet them, and then move in chronological order. Using Phoenix as an example, first we’ll talk about his normal Trilogy suit, then move on to his Feenie outfit, then his disbarment, etc, etc.

And, in my (correct) opinion, it is a fact that Phoenix Wright is incredibly attractive. Another opinion I have is that if you disagree, you are just inherently wrong. Sure he’s got both the broadest shoulders and the weirdest hair (that’s somehow natural?) known to man, but he rocks it. He’s the only one who can rock a look like that and still be attractive. Though...compared to his other designs, his debut one is...not as good. His suit is VERY loud, and he would not know what a tailor was if it hit him in the back of the head with a fire extinguisher. Also, considering who his mentor is, it’s a crime how little of his chest he’s showing. So, for Phoenix Wright’s Trilogy outfit, I’m going to have to put him in B tier.

Since we’re moving along timeline-wise, the next outfit we’re ranking is his Feenie outfit! First off, what are the shoes?? I never noticed this before, but he’s got blue shoes with light blue stripey designs on them, and it’s not vibing with the rest of his outfit. Maybe those were the only shoes he had? Other than that, the outfit is...something. The colors are giving ‘dollar store paint kit that only has bright primary colors which turn to brown when you mix them’, honestly. And, what does the P stand for, if not for Phoenix, like Mia suggested? Do we even want to find out? I have a bad feeling about this... I’m sorry Feenie, but you’re going to have to go in D tier.

Don’t worry though, because he can and does get hotter...during disbarment! In a twist of fate, perhaps the only good thing to happen to Phoenix during the 7 year gap (besides adopting Trucy) was that his looks got an UPGRADE. And I can’t possibly be the only one who thinks so. The jacket? The stupid half-smug half-chill expression? The hat? The locket? Come on. One downside; he’s not wearing socks. If you hadn’t noticed before...sorry. Normally I’m against socks with sandals, but I think they’d do him some good. Beanix is an S Tier, I love him very much (I even cosplayed as him for halloween!)

And man, even after he gets his badge back, Phoenix Wright stays hot! I adore his new outfit, he looks amazing. He keeps Trucy’s locket on him always, adorable. He’s got that one strand of hair that hangs down, it’s wonderful. Does so much for him. And he finally learned what a tailor is, presumably from his husband! Good for him! The light blue waistcoat is everything; I’ve seen mixed reactions on it, and me personally, I think it looks stunning. Phoenix Wright’s updated court outfit is an A tier! And now, we’re moving on, to...

Mia Fey!

Mia Fey is my everything; S tier right off the bat. If you think she’s anything less, there’s an issue with your brain. I’m incredibly concerned for you, and adamantly suggest you go see a doctor, as your head needs to be checked out. Everything about her is stunning, and I LOVE her accessories. The black and white color pallet mixed with the beige scarf, and her purple magatama? The two splashes of color? I didn’t think beige could ever slay as hard as it does. And her shoes? Don’t even. Don’t even get me started on her shoes, her shoes are the best thing to grace this planet. They aren’t a want, they’re a need. They’re a basic necessity. S tier, all day, every day, without a shred of hesitation.

Now, her debut/flashback outfit! First off, S tier again, I love her. She’s still got the same style of shoes, kept the purple magatama and beige scarf, stunning. I just realized this recently, but younger Mia looks like Maya? Like, her bangs are the same type of cut, except she only has them to one side, and when I realized this it broke me. On a side note...her outfit...I love it, but it’s incredibly confusing to me. What is it? A dress? A suit? A suit jacket that was too big, that she then tailored to be a dress because Fuck The Rules? What’s with the strange Not Belt around her waist? I would say only God knows, but I’m not entirely convinced he does, either.

I did think about ranking her channeling appearances, but it isn’t really a new outfit, it’s just her in various other characters’ outfits. Not to mention that both of them are children. So, it’s time to move on to...

Larry Butz!

If you thought Phoenix’s hair was odd...you haven’t seen anything. There is more to come, and the Butz is an element of foreshadowing. Though, I don’t hate it? I think it’s fun! Like Phoenix though, he’s the *only* one who could ever pull it off. And surprisingly enough, I actually...really like his design? He’s giving delinquent vibes, both with his hair and his overall outfit. Especially the bright orange, jail type jacket. And I LOVE his shirt, it seems like a hand-me-down I’d get from my older siblings that I’d absolutely cherish, and I unironically would love to have it in real life. Now, his shoes are...a choice. Do they match with his outfit? Yes, actually. Is it incredibly odd and unsettling that he managed to find shoes that had the exact colors of his outfit? Yes. I would say that the pants are too short for his outfit, but honestly, I feel like they’re very him, so it works. 

Putting actual personality aside for all of these characters, Larry Butz is a B. I like his design, I'll say it now! The boys’ got style, to make up for his abhorrent luck! Now, we can move on to...

...wait. I have to do all of his other outfits, too?

...Shit. Well, guess I’ll get started, then.

His next outfit is the KB Security one, if memory serves me right. I feel like there isn’t much I can say about it, considering it’s not an outfit that’s character specific; I vaguely recall Wendy Oldbag wearing the same uniform, but I could be wrong. Guess we’ll see when I have to rank her outfits down the line. I do think light blue looks good on him, it vibes with his hair. Now I’m wondering what he’d look like in Phoenix’s Post-Disbarment outfit... he obviously couldn’t pull it off like Phoenix could. But I’d give him a pass for trying anyway. His KB Security outfit is a C, it’s not bad, but then again...it isn’t giving much at all, either.

Now, his painter’s outfit! ...Hm. He’s channeling Feenie energy. Get it, like how there are spirit mediums who can channel in this game...forget it. His...palette (is that what you call it? I’m not a painter) has no paint? Maybe he has paint on it in the game, but the sprite I’m looking at has none. Maybe he’s being considerate, carrying around an empty palette so as to not accidentally spill paint, but that begs the question...if there’s no paint, why carry it at all? The ribbons are odd, the color of the monkey(?) and the paint pallet are too similar, especially since they’re right beside each other, and overall this is...odd. Larry, I’m sorry, your painter’s outfit is going in D tier.

Now, his...what is this. What is this, is this his outfit? The outfit he thinks won Ellen Wyatt over? What happened to the boy with style from the first game, where did he go? Who is this imposter he’s been replaced with? Honestly, considering how the butchered and massacred his personality from what it was/should’ve been in the first game, he very well may be an imposter...but that’s a tangent for another post. And honestly? The outfit was setting up to be pretty good! The pants, the shoes, the silly beret...and then he put on a jacket. Did he design it himself? He’s proven that he’s a good artist, but apparently realism is all he can do well. ‘Graphic design is my passion’. That’s all I have to say. E Tier. We’re moving to the next character.

Cindy Stone!

Not much to say about her, honestly. How can I, she’s shown for a total of maybe ten seconds. But I said I’m ranking every character, and I stick to my word, damn it. Based on her mugshot and Sawhit's flashback scenes, her outfit doesn’t appear to be that bad. Off-white (or perhaps a very light blue) capri pants, flats, and...some kind of weird top. Is it a white tube top with a blue, business-like suit jacket? Oh, that’s not right, her mugshot shows some kind of white straps. A white tank top, then? Incredibly confusing. Her hair is...it certainly is hair. And she certainly has it. The outfit alone would have been a C tier, but the hair drags it down to a D.

Frank Sahwit!

...Eh. His outfit really isn’t doing or giving us anything; it looks like a recolor of Phoenix’s Trilogy suit, to be honest. Even down to the sleek, black shoes. He’s got brown buttons on his sleeves and jacket, and they help slightly. Only slightly, though. His hair is...fine? Not fine as in attractive, just fine as in. It’s there. It’s half-decent, I suppose. And he throws it at Phoenix, that was funny. I really can’t think of anything else to say about him. He’s a D tier. It would be C, as that’s the perfect middle, but he’s giving us so little it feels wrong to put him any higher.

The Judge!

I’m...slightly regretting the decision to use exclamation marks for every character...but I’m going with it, apparently. The judge is WIDE. He’s a BRICK. And I’m not trying to be rude either, look at his full body image and you’ll see what I mean. He’s dressed in all black, and what is that shirt?? His Honor has no style. And the lack of a spine, but that’s unrelated. His beard is lucious, I’ll give him that. His gavel is iconic, but that’s about it. He could have benefitted from some funky, cool shoes. Maybe some slightly form sitting clothing. Actually, he could really just benefit from a trip to a clothing store. Maybe Old Navy. Or maybe it would be worse, I’ve never been to an Old Navy. I mean no disrespect to His Honor, but my verdict declares he be sentenced to a life residing in E tier.

Winston Payne!

...The exclamation-mark centered regret has increased tenfold. But I stay resilient. Now, Winston’s first debut outfit doesn’t actually have a full body sprite, so perhaps I’m underestimating the rest of his outfit when I say, again, there’s nothing going on. Grey suit, red tie, square glasses, hair. Or, for the last one, a lack thereof. I think he could benefit from a change of tie color especially, as I feel the grey suit fits him. Maybe a darker grey, or perhaps navy? Red ties feel like the standard, and if Winston wants to win points with me, he’s going to have to break the mold. Unfortunately for him, he isn’t doing that. Winston’s first outfit is a D tier for me.

Unfortunately for us, we’re not through with him yet. Winston has two more designs, so let’s get started with them. I will say, I like his young outfit! Again, the red tie? Really? Other than that, and intentionally ignoring his hair for now, I think it fits what he used to be; cocky and arrogant, the ‘Rookie Killer’, as it were. Again with the same black shoes, do men really not have any other options? You’d have thought that brand would’ve sold out by now. Now, we must address the hair. It is bad. Some outlandish hair works, like Phoenix and Larry’s. His does not. It suits his character though, I’ll give him that, at least...and if that isn’t a backhanded compliment, I don’t know what is. Winston Payne's younger design is an E; a payne to look at.

Oh, but don’t worry, it gets worse! We’ve been slowly declining, and we’ll end the Payne segment with our first F tier! Hooray! Somehow, the red tie phenomenon has gotten worse; it’s now a muted reddish-brown. How did he even manage that? His suit, is a color that, can only be described best using a quote from the video “Two Asexuals Play Smash or Pass 2 | APOLLO JUSTICE BOOGALOO” by KittenWhiskers 227; piss-puke. I’m sorry, but it’s true. There is no one to be blamed but him. The one good thing is that he’s changed his shoes from one brand to another; they’re brown now. Good job, you’ve done the bare minimum. 

And...that’s it for the first part! The plan from here on out is to do 1-2 cases per post, I think. This is already six pages long, and I have no idea if Tumblr has a word count limit on posts. The bright side? There’s seven characters, which is my favorite number! And the next case will have seven as well! As well as the ranking of two very important people...

A final parting note; please go check out both videos I mentioned, as well as the channels that published them. I can’t recommend The ‘Two Asexuals Play Smash Or Pass With Ace Attorney Characters’ trilogy enough; they’re hilarious! 

End Links: https://youtu.be/lN4F72Yp_6M?si=RZSNL-Yf-SGHWYoc (Link to Superduperbro’s video)

https://youtu.be/MmOhjF1tXX0?si=eIMKCQ760q9JOMuO (Link to the unreferenced trilogy video that came before the one I watched)

https://youtu.be/CwmuIhpRYNY?si=ujjCWPoE0kYWZUR5 (Link to Asexuals Play Smash or Pass; Apollo Justice)

https://youtu.be/yK_i_g4DScU?si=kdMcEEzuaiczey2x (Link to the unreferenced trilogy video; the beginning of the Asexuals Play Smash or Pass series)

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Title: “Ash & Sky” -- ( Pi × M! Reader)

Summary:

A pattern forms—Pi silently watches the reader paint, their presence becoming a familiar rhythm. Eventually, Pi breaks the silence with a question, and a delicate trust begins to build. He starts helping with the mural, sharing food and moments. The reader nicknames him “Smoke,” and though Pi never confirms it, he doesn’t object.

Masterlist

Part II: Smoke Knows How to Linger

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It became a rhythm.

You painted.

He watched.

Sometimes you left chalk on the wall just for him.

A question.

A shape.

A soft insult scrawled in bright red, just to see if he’d smirk.

He never answered,

but he’d be there.

Always.

Until one evening, you turned around—

brush tucked behind your ear,

fingers stained in blue—

and he was beside you.

Not across the street.

Not beneath shadows.

Close.

You flinched.

He didn’t.

“Why do you color this place?” he asked.

His voice—

It was wind and metal,

a low murmur shaped by smoke and sorrow.

You looked at the wall,

at the phoenix blooming across brick and decay.

“Because someone should remind the concrete that it used to dream.”

He nodded. Once.

Then walked away.

The next day, he was there again.

Not watching.

Helping.

He didn’t speak much,

but he handed you colors before you asked.

Held the ladder when the wind tried to fight.

Shared his food without a word,

a dented bento with rice and something that might’ve been hope.

It wasn’t friendship yet.

It wasn’t love.

But it was something.

And in a city like this,

something was rare.

You learned little about him—

only that his hands moved like they’d held grief.

That he smiled rarely,

but when he did,

it was soft,

like fog clinging to windowpanes at dawn.

He never gave you his name.

So you gave him one:

“Smoke.”

He didn’t correct you.

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