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#also i still hate edgeworth's hair
gir-posting · 1 year
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happy tdov edgeworth is oblivious
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cherrysweather · 7 months
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hi!! i'm unsure if ur still taking asks or anything, but i was wondering, if you still are, if you could write phoenix/miles with a nerdy s/o? just the type to ramble about random details from video games to things like star trek or even horror movies, they always have these little trivia facts they seem to have ready and manage to tie into the conversation.
of course if you're still doing asks!! thank you and have a wonderful day!!
Anon helluuuu! I'm sorry you had to wait a year +, but know that I really loved this ask and wanted to write it so much! I don't know if it could be useful, but I already wrote some headcanons about Edgeworth with a gamer S/O (It's this one!), so I hope you'll like this, if you still follow this blog! Thanks again and drink some water! --------------------------------------------------------------------
Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth x Nerdy!S/O:
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Phoenix Wright:
Phoenix per se isn't really a fan of something in particular;
Sure, Maya taught him the ways of the Steel Samurai, Trucy taught him some magic tricks, but he prefers to not spend all his time and energy on just one thing;
But even so, he doesn't judge you, since sometimes he also understands how passionate you could be;
When he visits you, he always tries to understand what you're doing, and why it's so captivating;
Even after hours, film after film, game descriptions one after another, he just can't remember it all;
However he loves playing games with you and, depending on the film, watching your favorites and hear you afterwards explain all the detail he surely missed, the messages behind, each character personality and backstories...
Whenever he see a new film released that you might be interested in, he takes the opportunity to spend some time together doing something both of you can enjoy;
Surely, most of the time is the other way around, since you always watch out for every new announcement about a game, a film or a serie, so most of the time you're faster than him in asking to go to the cinema or buy a new game;
Whenever he can set aside some money, he happily buys you something in the lines of your passions;
The funniest part is however when you two start talking about a certain topic, and every five minutes it changes;
Starting from how the day was, to a new information you discovered about that particular character of that game, but then he answers telling you of that case where he defended someone with that exact same hair;
And it goes on;
But most of the time the talking is led by you;
He doesn't particularly hate horrors, but he surely prefers something that doesn't reminds him of any of his past cases;
So he gladly stars a quite long exchange of opinions whenever you finish to see one together.
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Miles Edgeworth:
Miles probably knows a pair of films that you really like;
The rest? A mystery;
Whenever you start to rant about how that game could have had a way better sequel, he urges to find something else to do and listen to you "in the background";
Otherwise, he only comes out of there confused, speechless and sometimes with a headache;
He's taken by surprise each time you explain to him in the smallest detail how that game somewhat represents society, and the protagonist of that game is the perfect hero of who knows what kind of literature;
Don't expect him to sit alongside you while a horror film is playing;
And if he does (surely on his will) he won't watch it entirely;
In the years you two were together, Miles discovered a new way of falling asleep if he couldn't on his own;
He calls you and asks about some details or explaining of the most recent thing you played;
This is both to try and enter your world and to use your voice to empty his head and relax until falling asleep;
The first time it happened, you thought he found you boring or logorrheic, but he really just finds your voice relaxing;
And it's so cute when you get so hyped over something;
So you got along with his strategy, since you know too how difficult it is for him to fall asleep, and when he calls at impractical hours, you first check that he's ok, then just ramble about something;
Miles just puts his phone on his pillow and tries to get some sleep, answering you with "mhmh" or simply "mh" while he's awake;
Whenever he can, he does some research on what he remembers you nominated during the day and notes something of it, just to try and have a conversation with you;
Miles also tries to understand how you tie an argument with another with so much sense but at the same time with so little sense that he wants to learn to connect two things so far away from each other.
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characteroulette · 7 months
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A study on prosecutors -- (previous) (next)
A short detour into the many appearances of Payne.
So. What can be said about Payne? He's what we all think of as the Tutorial prosecutor. In all his forms, he only shows up to be a joke, to be the first opponent we face as we get familiar with the mechanics of the game. He's designed to be unlikable, in an intriguing twist compared to most other prosecutors.
And yet there's some part of me that likes him anyway.
Don't get me wrong, I hate this guy. I think he and his like should be retired, give another prosecutor the tutorial reins. But there is something so quintessentially Ace Attorney about a Payne. He's appeared in one form or another in every single Ace Attorney game in the series. Even the Layton crossover has a Payne! He's as much a staple by this point as Phoenix himself.
So, of course there's a part of me that likes him anyway. He's a little rat bastard whom I don't mind trouncing, but it's not unpleasant to see him like it can be some other characters. (Hey the Judge should absolutely retire am I right?)
It all stems from such a nothing part, too! If you look at him in his very first appearance, he has such a nothing part. He's meant to be overshadowed, to be forgotten. Your main opponent in that case is more Sawhit than it is Payne. He gets a joke scene in the credits, which is probably the funniest thing Payne's ever had, but he was such a nothing bit and a nothing character at the start! And then they turn around and give him some actual presence in 2-1. The joke of him being forgettable is still there, but Payne puts up a much better fight here. He actually puts Phoenix on the ropes at least once! …an amnesiac Phoenix, sure, but still!
All this leading up to his appearance in 3-1 along with the reveal that he used to be a hotshot. He went undefeated for seven years, was known as the Rookie Killer. It's so hilarious and unbelievable that it elevates this case to a fun absurdity. Every other factor in this case is great, too, but Rookie Killer Payne? The cherry on top. As well as the end in which he loses all his hair. This man is meant to be a joke and I am living for it.
It's interesting to think of Payne as someone who used to be a big shot and fell to a curse he had no hopes of recalling. It adds a lot to his inability to stand out, that he was shamed so hard that he simply lost all presence. They really did a good job in adding a fun little drop into a character we're meant to hate.
He also gets some fun moments in other cases! He shows up as the prosecutor in Atmey's trial, where we steal yet another win from him. Then again in the phony trial of the third case, a win we overturn on him that never really belonged to him. It hammers home this curse and is so delightful, it really gives a sense of continuity to how much he cannot win against us.
Of course, Payne shows up in 4-1 as well, in all his greasy glory. (Aside, I realised just recently that they reused this character design in a later Payne! That's so rad!) Phoenix calls him the same old, and I have to agree. He's still lacking in presence, still pretty easy to hate, but he's also regained some of that pompousness he had from his Rookie Killer days. He's got a swagger to him, as flimsy as it is, and we get to see it all crashing down once again. (But really, he takes a backseat to the true players in this case and I'm okay with that. He's some nice set dressing to the actual darkness swirling around just below the surface here.)
Payne's small cameos in the Investigations games are so good, too. Even Edgeworth can't remember who this man is. It makes sense, of course, because of Edgeworth's closeness with Phoenix. There's an undeniable curse hanging over Payne's head and of course Edgeworth isn't immune to it.
But it also shows that Payne has some level of seniority and that's interesting. The Chief Prosecutor chose Payne to go with him to see the president's speech, after all. Payne may be pretty largely terrible, but he's got some level of authority in the prosecution's office to have done that much at least.
His British expy in the Layton crossover is definitely a piece of work. Points for the unique angle of anime eyes and some level of corruption going on, considering he was told it was going to be an easy win for him. (If we learn anything more about him through the game I don't know I haven't beaten it yet.)
And then the biggest change up in 5-1: we get to meet the younger Payne brother and fight him instead.
Right away, Gaspen is much more despicable than Winston. He's a snivelling and corrupt little cretin who bullies Athena into a near panic attack. That's a really great way of getting us on board to hating him immediately. The fact that he's implied in the end to have been a part of the corruption plaguing the prosecution's office (but not his brother?) (Maybe??) makes everything about our victory over him all the sweeter. It gets a bit overshadowed by the whole thing going on with Apollo in that case, but hey. I for one relished in our defeating this bastard. Seeing him run out of the country, too, was real satisfying.
Unfortunately, I can't spare any sort of kindness to Gaspen's reappearance in 6-1. Admittedly, I was really tired of the whole Payne thing by this point, so making it Gaspen in particular just got me in a worse mood. The fact that he found the one place where prosecutors are worshipped and allowed to be as corrupt as they desire definitely doesn't help, either. It's a fascinating look into an absolute worst case scenario world that Ace Attorney in general could have ended up in, but I think it's just not compelling enough to carry it through the beginning of this game. It certainly didn't make me want to keep playing, that's for sure.
At the very least, we get to oust him from his position of power here by the end. Good riddance to this guy, I really hope we get a completely different tutorial prosecutor for the next game in the series.
That being said, I think Auchi is perfectly punchable and great for our tutorial prosecutor for the Great Ace Attorney games. I actually really like his whole samurai affect, his slamming his forehead against his desk, and his devolving into haiku at the end. It's also great to see that this is the origin to his curse. Giving a reason to why he will always lose against Phoenix is clever actually and I am all for it.
The Auchi clan will never triumph over the Naruhodou clan. To that, I say hell yeah.
Anyway I never realised I'd have so much to say about Payne, of all people. Whoever thought I could do a deep dive into Payne as a character? Not me!
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mars-ipan · 11 months
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let’s be honest it was only a matter of time before i babygirlified an old man
closeups and (many) design notes under the cut :)
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ok design notes time (these r mainly for the narrator bc. well. stanley has an actual physical appearance):
- while thinking of how to design the narrator i got the idea that he took one of the models in the audience for the ending where stanley gives a speech and edited it to make his “human” form
- because of this i wanted to include a bunch of little things that he “got wrong” during the process of mimicking a human. most of them get ironed out when stanley points out how weird they are but some of them stay
- to name a couple, his teeth are all flat- no canines or molars. also his little headset + glasses have nothing that actually attach them to his head. they just Are There. not to mention his interesting fashion sense of tie + turtleneck + blazer (he defends this choice no matter how much stanley laughs at him). he’s just weird enough to be slightly uncanny- it’s an imitation, not the real thing
- since i’m indecisive as hell he’s a bit of a shapeshifter. he actually doesn’t use his physical model in-game a lot and tends to just show up in things. shadows, reflective surfaces, screens, etc. even more often than that he’s just his voice
- bc he plays the guitar in the out of bounds ending i am now convinced that he can play many instruments. that little piano in the memory zone before the first review? yeah he’s there playing that in-game he’s just not visible to you
- designing his hair was SO DIFFICULT i literally went searching thru the tag for inspo and i liked so many different things. after a struggle (you can see a slicked-back attempt in the shadow idea doodle) i eventually decided on the style shown in his main drawing. every time i draw it i fight so hard to make it distinct from miles edgeworth. to make this easier the cowlicks aren’t too pronounced and the larger bang is more of a fringe. it still sometimes looks like miles edgeworth whoops
- some of my favorite fanon design things are the Line™ tie the square glasses and the little gay ass highlight so i knew i had to include them. those were my only definite choices going into this
- once again bc i’m indecisive the narrator can scale his model up or down as he pleases. he prefers to be bigger than stanley but stanley complains that it “makes his proportions weird” because he’s “short-coded” so sometimes he goes to a more human size.
- the narrator being stout just makes sense to me it’s correct in my soul (i actually think i drew him too skinny in most of these. i just didn’t wanna redraw shit bc i am tired but if/when i draw him again he will be less skinny)
- i wanted to work with shape language a lot because the narrator’s whole character is a voice- i wanted to make sure i captured the vibe of some stuffy old writer who has an undeniable silly streak. so he is squares and circles (his tie is the only triangle save for maybe the hair)
- for similar reasons stanley is squares and triangles. felt right
- speaking of stanley his soul patch is a goatee now bc i hate soul patches with a boiling passion. so now it’s a goatee
- i also gave him a little beauty mark by his right eye. i don’t know why i just knew in my heart that it was correct
- stanley uses asl and not bsl because i want to learn asl sososososo bad and this just might be the thing to get me to actually do it. he can project his thoughts to the narrator but he doesn’t like it so he almost always signs
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i-llbedammned · 9 months
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Beach Adventure
Miles for years hated the summer.  He  and his sister weren’t allowed to go to the beach, both because going to the beach was for plebeians and they should be studying, but also because he had no real friends to go with.  Oh sure he was good looking enough.  
He could show up and get attention.  Certainly not drink on the beach or do anything that might spill something filthy on him.  But sunbathing might be allowed.  That was easy enough.  But he didn’t really want people ogling his half-naked body most days.  And it just felt hot and itchy sitting there by himself.
The best he settled for was going to the shore line and staring at the ocean, after his adopted father was imprisoned, letting his thoughts wander as he gazed off of a pier with the smell of fish everywhere.  No one noticed him, not really, especially if he wore a t-shirt and jeans rather than a suit.  It was nice to not be noticed and hear the ocean.
“Edgeworth?”  came the sound of an all too familiar voice to his left.  He turned and there was that man, Phoenix Wright himself in bright blue trunks with giant orange hibiscus on them and a bright blue striped button down shirt.  
 “Wright,” he replied with a courteous nod of his head, “I see you look as ridiculous as ever.”
“Ridiculous? I’m not the one wearing jeans when it’s 90 out.”  Phoenix laughed, “You waiting for someone?”
Edgeworth shook his head, silver hair flying slightly in the ever-present wind.  “No.  Not today.”
“You want to join me then? Got extra room on the towel.”  He motioned to a giant monstrosity with the Steel Samurai on it, “Maya gave it to me specifically so that I could share it with someone special and then left.”
“Mmm,” Miles gave an indeterminate sound, “I should probably get back to work anyway.  I’m sure Maya would want that spot on your towel.”
Phoenix looked confused, “She’s gone for the whole summer.  Won’t be back til fall at the earliest.   No one else to use it with really.”  That man sidled up to him, nudging him with his elbow, “Come on, a little break won’t kill you.”
“Maybe they won’t kill you, Wright, but I take more than one case every few months.”
“Suit yourself then.” Phoenix shrugged and began to walk away.
He was getting away.  No, wait,  was he actually feeling disappointed that Wright was walking away? Before he could get too far Miles called out, “Actually Wright—“
That man, that awful man. He turned around with the biggest grin on his face, “Knew you couldn’t resist!  Must be my charming personality.”
For a moment Miles was taken aback by how suddenly he was happy, “Don’t flatter yourself, Wright. It’s just that studies have said that you work better after you have taken a break.”
Phoenix nodded, not bothering to correct him but there was still a sly grin on his face.  Together they walked forward on to the crunching sand that burned both of their feet.  Both abandoned their sandals and let their toes comb through the sand.
This was ridiculous of course.  What would dear Manfred say if he saw his son, adopted as he loved to point out, traipsing through the sand?  Probably something like “Disgusting.  You should know better than to be caught with the enemy.  This is behavior thoroughly unbefitting of someone of your stature.”  The voice, deep and resonant, sounded off in his ears though he was miles away in prison.
Miles blinked and found Phoenix looking back at him with concerned blue eyes, once more under the bright sun.  “Where’d you end up going?”
“Huh?”
“You were staring for a while, not really looking at anything.  Where’d you end up going?”
Miles looked to the side, “Somewhere I’d rather not be.  Let’s leave it at that.”
Phoenix gave him a thumbs up and put down the beach towel for them to sit on.  “So you gonna go in the water in your jeans then?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I have no intention of going in the water.  It is filled with people and screaming children.”  Miles looked at the water all the same, wondering if he could allow himself that.  These jeans would dry after all and it was a hot day.  Likely have to take the shirt off, which might be weird for Wright.
His grey eyes wandered to the side and saw Phoenix already slipping out of his button down.  And damn, the man looked far better than he had any right to without even trying.  All toned muscle, which shouldn’t be surprising considering how he once kicked in a door and fought off assassins.  In fact the dork was currently trying to catch a small crab that was skittering on the side of the towel rather than paying Miles any attention.
Catching the crab Phoenix held it up victoriously over his head, “Check this out-“
The crab escaped his clutches, falling on to the defense attorney’s head.  “Oh come on!” he cried out as it pinched his ear.  With one hand he tried to pull it off, but the blue claws held tight.
“Wright, hold still.” Miles leaned in close and placed his hand on the side of the other man’s head, gently flipping the crab upside down. The crab quickly fell unconscious and the claw was easily plucked off.  With a gentle toss, he returned it to the sand.
When he looked up again at Phoenix, there was a light blush across his nose, “I had that!  But, uh, thanks.  That was nice.”
Miles softly chuckled. Oh this was going to be a good day after all if he was already that easily embarrassed.  After all it was no shame to lose control of a crab.
The day went on and they lay next to each other.  Blue sky flowed over head with the sound of Frisbees being thrown nearby.  The sun beat down upon them, feeling like a small laser in the sky and making their skin feel fiery.  
Phoenix sat up first, “Alright.  I’m going in the water before I spontaneously combust.”
Miles sat up, feeling uncomfortably hot himself, especially with his shirt still on, “Wouldn’t be the strangest thing that has happened to either of us if you did.”
“Come on.” Wright climbed to his feet and extended his hand down to Miles, “Let’s get in there before low tide.”
Normally he would argue but today the sun made the decision for him.  Off came the shirt, the cellphone, the pager, all of it piled under the towel to prevent it from being stolen.  What fool would steal from two of the best lawyers and expect to get away with it though?
Phoenix grabbed his arm and ran with him down the beach.  It was silly, absolutely ridiculous the sight of the two of them running.  And yet it was also kind of fun?  Yeah, the wind was nice, pleasant on his sweat and it was comforting to hold his hand. Not that the great Miles Edgeworth was at all worried about being pulled into the ocean or anything.
The waves hit them both with a hard, cold shock.  Phoenix cried out and clung just a little tighter to Miles’ hand.  Then it was like he realized what he was doing.  “Sorry.  Forgot how cold it is.”  Their hands let go.
“It’s, uh, quite alright. I don’t mind.  That is- I don’t think it’s that cold.”  Smooth as always, Miles.
They stood there for a few moments.  The world turned around them and somewhere someone was excitedly smashing open a water melon, but for the two of them they simply stood and looked at each other. Both suddenly aware of just how close they both were, how very shirtless, and the fact that they were just holding hands.
“Maybe we should keep holding on to each other.  The waves look quite strong and I would hate to see either of us pulled out.” Miles opened, feeling the touch of blush brush across his own cheeks as he extended out his hand.
“Yeah, sounds reasonable to me.” Phoenix grabbed back on a bit too eagerly and his pulse was racing already.  That was far better than expected.
“You afraid, Wright?” Miles leaned in close, feeding off the bright red that was around Phoenix’s ears and creeping forward, “Your pulse is going awful fast.”
“Fine!  I’m fine!” Phoenix rushed to get out, “Just the heat is a bit much, that’s all.”
Miles chuckled, losing his self-consciousness in the face of another, more pronounced self-consciousness. This could be a little game that they played.
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nerdnag · 2 months
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meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow
I'm like three weeks late to answering the asks I got for this ask game, but my ADHD group taught me I should be self-kind so: better late than never 🥰
(For anyone who doesn't know and is still interested in reading this ask for some inexplicable reason, Eifie's Meow Meow is Barok van Zieks from TGAA)
First impression
I'm not entirely sure but probably something along the lines of "why he gotta look so mad" and "is this edgeworth's forefather???"
• Impression now
Pathetic wet little kittycat that is nevertheless very lovable. My friend's ultimate little meow meow. A sort of big lump of oaf that doesn't have a very good hold of his emotions. Very hallowed. SO HARD TO DRAW OMG
• Favorite moment
Waaaah it's been a little too long since I last played the games (... last summer) but I like when he starts going along with Ryu's unconventional methods. I don't remember a specific moment. I'll have to revisit this question next time I play it through....
For now let's say my fave moment is the same as yours (is that stealing??? it's good though), i.e. the accused for murder leg slam
• Idea for a story
Disregarding the "Meow Meow writes wine fanfiction" (because that's probably more your idea than mine anyway), I guess I could always mention my plans for how to include him in Made of Magic i.e. my latest Fe3h fic 🤭 for you
• Unpopular opinion
I literally do not know what is the popular opinion and I do not know whether my opinions are popular or unpopular. Also this question gives me anxiety. But umm. I guess an unpopular opinion I have about Meow Meow is that he is horrible to draw for some reason I really hate drawing him (probably because of how his hair is styled and all the little details of his clothes). Yet I've drawn him so many times for you anyway so please take that as the highest compliment 🥰
• Favorite relationship
KAZUMA WITHOUT A DOUBT they are just a dream team. Again I don't remember if they are so in canon but in the fics I've read (and especially yours Eifie) their relationship is sooo 😣😖😫🤯
• Favorite headcanon
In my head I think Meow Meow is autistic, and although he slays at sarcasm, he is not very good at understanding social cues and probably draws the wrong conclusions from social interactions all the time. He also thinks that tumblr tags should be capitalized
(send me a character)
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yellowistheraddest · 1 year
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sending you my hcs that are varying degrees of quality but. eh. it's my media perception so i have no shame in them
1. obviously asd/autistic miles because that is the truest thing ever? i don't think it's something he discovers as an adult, more like he got diagnosed before dl-6
2. maya to me is a girl that wears leg hair with pride. i'm sorry i can't imagine her in any other way and i picture her chubbier than capcom made her just bc she deserves that powerful look
3. miles edgeworth is a quiet rebel to me. this hc started when i saw a post about how putting your hands in trousers pockets isn't proper etiquette and miles does it anyway so... i just think he does these small things to feel mischievous and like his own person, maybe he did them more in his youth. and i also think the steel samurai and watching it also feels like rebellion to him and gives him a certain thrill? idk if this makes sense honestly
4. i think i made fanart of this one before but i basically hc that the short animations we see before a case (esp the ones in aa1 revealing the culprit) are phoenix's dreams that he barely remembers but they guide him like an intuitive sense. because yk how in aa2 the animation we see is an actual nightmare of his... and he definitely has some spiritual ties there somewhere.. and in aa4 he deadass predicts the future ominously to apollo sometimes... and he goes through spirit medium training with maya bc she makes him.....it makes sense
5. pearly's aged-up design is way different in my eyes. like i'm sorry but she should rebel so much after the ways she was raised, let her have the most unfortunate haircut in the world and funky makeup and cool clothes
6. yeah that's it im not going to embarrass myself further 👍
damn, let me get my reading glasses (i don't have reading glasses)
1. miles is the final form in the evolution line of the autism creature, so agreed. although i think gregory is not around enough/too old fashion to notice it, and von karma is a dick and would purposefully avoid getting him diagnosed; i think he got diagnosed after moving out. overall a strong 9.5 out of 10
2. i can definitely see her with body hair, but idk about the body fat because she has to stand under waterfalls for days so the training probably requires a restrain from food (kinda how monks fast) but im not in opposition of her being chubbier. 7 out of 10, capcom give us more details about the training plsss
3. lets just say ive been planning to draw something related to this idea... so 10 out of 10, hes shy and unsure about it but hes still a rebel at heart.
4. i think he just smokes weed when he reads case files and we just get to trip with him (yes this chronologically doesn't make sense but idc). Brother is the plainest cringefail guy - hes the last person anyone should give magic powers to, theres like 7 billion people who'd be better off with them. this one is a 6 put of 10, im not big into magical powers.
5. i hate pearl. well more like i hate children and pearl is a child, but they failed with her so bad the design... 9 out of 10.
pearl, send me a dm and well go clothes shopping and get you a haircut so it actually looks like youve actually been affected by 7 years of no longer dealing with your bitch of a mom
6. 0 out of 10, be shameless its the internet noone knows who you are. just don't be a weirdo!
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skyehigh15 · 2 years
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Fave Sprites in each AA Game: AAI1
(Spoilers for Ace Attorney Investigations 1)
So, this game confuses me. On the one hand, I really enjoy the new gameplay format and third-person movement. It also has some of my favorite character designs. But on the other hand, this is the ugliest Ace Attorney game in the whole series. It's also the weakest in terms of actual plot and cases. And I want you all to know that I have never disliked playing an Ace Attorney case (I enjoy 2-3, 4-3, 6-4, etc) but this is the only Ace Attorney game I would consider bad. First of all, I hate the art style they went for. It's a sort of anime-y style that works well for some characters, but then you have Ernest Amano and Zinc Le Blanc. Well, whatever, we're not here to talk about the negatives (I'll leave that for another time) so let's get into the animations I do enjoy.
(Oh, btw I have other posts on the other games, check them out)
Animation 1:
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Kay Faraday. Mhmmm.
As a new character, I kind of don't love her inclusion (I personally think that having Ema be the main assistant would have made much more sense and added a better character dynamic).
But design-wise? She rocks. I love her scarf, and her hair, and her bag, etc. I also really appreciate the new "tiny" sprites that showcase larger actions with the whole character's design being shown. They're cute and chibi and great.
This animation in particular is very punchy (pun intended), and it creates a nice loop. I like how she bounces from side to side before stopping to punch with some nice smears on her jabs.
Final verdict: Kay's writing may not be my cup of tea, but I love how energetic and fun her animations are.
Animation 2:
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Another "tiny" sprite and another animation that utilizes smear to showcase a fast action. I think that the reason why smears are so common in this game is because they make the whole animation much easier to read on such a small screen and sprite.
Well, the reason why I chose this animation isn't really thanks to the animation quality, but more so just how fucking cool it is. It's just cool to see Lang calmly catch Franziska's whip seconds before it hits him.
As much as I love Franziska, sometimes it's great to see someone stand up to her while she's acting like a spoiled child.
Animation 3:
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We have arrived at my favourite character in AAI; Callisto Yew. She's so great. I love her fairly simplistic design, her carefree attitude towards Edgeworth's dramatic personality, etc. Her laughs are always animated wonderfully. Actually let's move on to the next animation and I'll discuss her a bit more there.
Animation 4:
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So, animations 3 and 4 are fairly similar from a conceptual level; it is just Callisto laughing. But they're so amazing because you can almost feel and hear her laughter. In the first one she's cackling loudly and trying to stop herself. In the second animation she's completely out of breath and still letting out a few laughs. Overall her animations are sincere and really charming.
Idk if she's an assassin super spy or whatnot. If she kills me don't blame her: she caught ME slipping.
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I'm SORRY. I'm WEAK and I couldn't HELP IT. I had to put Ema on here and how could I NOT choose the iconic DS sprite (I mean, that's definitely a Nintendo DS, right?). This sprite has a special spot in my heart because my childhood DS, that i still use, is the exact same shade of pink <3
Also I love the small detail of the DS screen being reflected on her glasses, causing that to be one of the few animated things in the whole sprite (the other being her arms and fingers).
Honestly, as much as I dislike most of AAI's art design, the highs are VERY high, and I love Callisto and Ema.
Anyways, next time I'll do AAI2, which I really love a LOT. It's gonna be harder to find animations online, because the website I use only has sprite sheets. If you guys know a good website with a lot of AAI2's animations I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know.
BYE!
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dragqueenpentheus · 4 years
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i wish i looked like scorpia wtf
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tfwlawyers · 3 years
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Not me singlehandedly going through your entire parent trap au I’m so invested even though like half of the posts are from 2015 💀
THESE THINGS HAPPEN I get such a kick out of knowing this au is still making its rounds though 😭😭
and yk what just because I know I’m never going to do anything else with this, have a 3.5k attempted scramble of fic for this au I tried writing back also in 2015. i was even less of a writer back then than I am now so it’s absolutely terrible but have at thee
“Oh, wait...” Trucy winced and tapped her earring. Apollo’s eyes widened in realization. “Looks like we have one more thing to do tonight - it’ll be super quick, I promise.”
“Oh no,” Apollo said, visibly paling, “there’s no way you’re doing that to me-”
“Then cutting my hair was a total waste,” Trucy huffed, tugging at a newly shorn lock, “because there’s no way I can go to camp with pierced ears and come home without. Come on, Polly, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s just one little pinch!”
“Just one?” he asked hesitantly, eyes now trained on the sharp needle laying on the table.
Trucy paused. “Well... I guess it’s technically two. I really only wear the one earring, but both my ears are pierced.”
Apollo sighed. “Great.”
“Nah, I got this,” Trucy said, grinning toothily. “I went with Aunt Maya when she wanted to get hers pierced, even though she chickened out at the last second.” She picked up the needle and a book of matches from the table, eyes glinting. “I had to get mine repierced because of infection the first time too. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
-
“Put that apple slice back,” Apollo said, narrowing his eyes at the piece of fruit in Trucy’s hands. “They’re acidic, I don’t need that anywhere near me and oh God you’re really going to shove a piece of metal into my ear, aren’t you-”
-
“You sure I look okay?” he asked, patting down the skirt. He squinted down at the stark white boots he’d thankfully fit into. “I’m terrified to walk in these, they look like death traps -”
“Which is why we’re practicing,” Trucy said primly, wiping her hands on a gel-stained rag. She still didn’t quite have a grasp on the correct ratio of product to actual hair, but she was much better than when they had started five weeks ago. “Now, walk towards me.”
-
“One last thing, I guess,” Apollo said, removing his bracelet and handing it to Trucy, watching as she carefully slid it on. He rubbed his now bare wrist absentmindedly, feeling strangely naked without it.
“So... this is really it. We’re really doing this.”
“We’re really doing this,” Trucy confirmed, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. For all her apparent enthusiasm, she looked as nervous as he felt. The studs in her ears reflected the morning light.
“Give papa a hug for me,” he said, smiling weakly.
“Give daddy one for me too,” she said.
They hesitated a moment more before Trucy threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders. Apollo’s arms immediately snaked around her waist, drawing her in tight. They clung to each other, silently willing and praying this was somehow going to all work out - that they wouldn’t just to get to meet their other parent, that they wouldn’t only get a few short weeks with the other father they hadn’t even known had existed, but that they could find some way to reconcile the two, that they wouldn’t have to lose anyone across the wide expanse of the Atlantic ever again.
-
“You’ve had your ears pierced,” he said almost absently, cradling her head between his hands and gently turning her neck back and forth to better view the studs. He clicked his tongue. Trucy felt her heart sink.
“Do you... hate them?” she asked tentatively.
Edgeworth’s eyes snapped to hers. They were the same soft gray color as the paint Daddy always kept too much of around the house. “On the contrary - I find they suit you incredibly well. Please tell me you didn’t get an infection.”
Her face split into a wide smile.
-
Apollo thumbed through a stack of canvases that had been shoved into a corner. There was a thin layer of dust of them; if he had to guess, he’d say they hadn’t been disturbed for at least three months - not a particularly long stretch of time, all things considered. They were clearly less polished works, lacking the technical skill and attention to detail that made Phoenix Wright a name to be reckoned with in the art community, but they were still beautiful in their own way. Paintings of vineyards and what looked like London, towering skyscrapers and calm seas and -
His father.
Apollo blinked.
The portrait of Miles Edgeworth drawn in rich oils did not blink back. Nor did the three that followed.
-
“There were a lot of paintings of the same person in daddy’s works. Some guy with grey hair,” Apollo said, struggling for nonchalance.
Maya’s grip on the mixing bowl faltered. “Is that so,” she said carefully.
“Was he one of daddy’s favorite models or something he just never told me about?”
Maya pursed her lips and continued stirring with a newfound vigor. “You could say that.”
-
“You’re not Apollo?” he asked, voice thick. “You’re Trucy?”
She smiled weakly. “That would be correct.” One strand of hair fell lank across her forehead - how did I not notice, Apollo hasn’t used nearly that much gel in years - and he absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear. He felt her press into the warmth of his hand, as if she were afraid he might suddenly vanish across the Atlantic again.
“I hope you don’t - I hope you don’t hate me,” she said, voice beginning to waver, “it’s just that Polly and I met at the camp and the whole thing sort of just spilled out. I’ve wanted to see you for so long, and Polly felt exactly the same way about Daddy, so we sort of just - just switched lives and hoped it wouldn’t take you so soon to notice. I really hope you don’t hate me, because I’ve wanted to meet you basically my whole life and I hope that maybe one day you can love me for me and not Polly and -” (this is ALL from movie tho so mix this up)
Edgeworth’s left hand came to cradle the rest of Trucy’s face, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Oh, my dear,” he said, cautiously tugging her forward. She came willingly, all but sprawling across his chest, tucking her head underneath his chin and wrapping her arms around his middle. “I’ve loved you since the day you came to me,” he whispered into her hair, blinking away the beginnings of tears he felt gathering at the corner of his eyes. He felt her tighten her hold and he did the same.
-
He poured himself a thumbnail of scotch, perfectly content to pretend he didn’t have tickets to a plane back to a state he had vowed never to set foot in again departing in less than four hours. “He was rather handsome,” he found himself admitting, absentmindedly swirling the glass and taking a sip. He paused, staring at nothing and mumbling to himself, “...had the most crooked smile. Always made me weak at the knees.”
“What was that, sir?”
Edgeworth snapped his attention back to the other man; he’d nearly forgotten Gumshoe was even in the room. “Nothing, nothing, never mind, have you seen the tickets?”
Gumshoe shrugged. That was Trucy’s cue.
“Almost ready, papa?” she asked, stepping smoothly into the room from her hiding place behind the thick wooden door. Edgeworth looked just as wild-eyed as she’d been hoping.
“Yes, of course, I’m almost finished packing -”
She didn’t even have to look at his still mostly bare suitcase to know he was lying.
“ -and you did tell your father we were coming, didn’t you?” he finished, placing his drink on a nearby dresser and running his fingers shakily through his hair.
“Absolutely,” Trucy promised.
“Ah,” Edgeworth said, fiddling with his waistcoat buttons. They looked like they’d been polished recently.
“Liar,” Gumshoe leaned down to whisper. She shushed him.
-
“Might I suggest we continue this little gathering inside,” Maya said, already beginning to shepherd the twins - the twins, she was going to need another vacation just to process the fact that they were together again - into the room. She twisted back around to look at Edgeworth, still shoving Apollo (that was Apollo, right?) forward. “Hi,” she began again, offering a free hand, “you probably don’t remember me -”
“Maya!” he interrupted, smiling warmly and bending to kiss her chastely on the cheek. His breath was sour with vodka and his glasses clunked awkwardly against her face. As he turned and stepped fully into the room, Maya’s cheeks(rp) began to hurt from smiling so fiercely.
“I knew I always liked him,” she said to no one as she closed the door.
-
This was ridiculous. This resort was full of entirely too many people who favored the same sort of eccentric clothing that man had even fourteen years ago, a disproportionate amount of them with the same slate grey hair. He almost would have written that (awkward*) expression seen from across Dahlia’s shoulder/a hotel lobby as a figment of his overtaxed imagination had it not been so much realer than the stacks of canvases in his studio. Which meant Miles was here, but he’d swept the first level of the hotel twice already after begging Dahlia to take to her room for a bit, the pool area was as depressingly empty as the inside was, and -
There he was.
Across the pool, descending the steps carefully from the inside lounge area and walking on the balls of his feet like he always did when he’d had a bit too much to drink (and why did he still remember that) was, without a doubt, Miles Edgeworth.
Phoenix suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
Edgeworth was halfway down the opposite path before Phoenix realized he should probably do something.
“Excuse me,” he said, shouldering his way through the crowd. It would be rude and more than a little intrusive to just call out his ex-husband’s name in the middle of a resort, right? Perhaps not as rude as nearly shoving the poor bellboy into the shrubbery, but, well, desperate times called for desperate measures.
He didn’t immediately notice the odd assortment of friends and family and a lumbering man in striped green swimming trunks perched on pool chairs as he stepped past, but they certainly noticed him.
“Daddy, are you okay?” Trucy asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said vaguely, refusing to take his eyes off Edgeworth. He was abruptly terrified he might vanish again if he did.
He
“Nick, watch out -”
“Hey, pal -”
“Daddy -”
With that, Phoenix collided into a passing service boy, arms pinwheeling wildly as he fell directly into the pool behind him.
-
“Hello Miles,” he said, smiling sheepishly and wringing out his tie. He fought the urge to rub the back of his neck and settled for clenching his hands into tight fists instead. “Or do you people call you Edgeworth now?”
“Miles is - Miles is fine,” Edgeworth said weakly, trying to look anywhere but Phoenix, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation they should be having for the first time after fifteen years. “My father still calls me Miles.”
-
Something warm coiled in his chest. It felt infinitely more dangerous than it had fifteen years ago.
“You always had a smart mouth,” he murmured, rubbing a swathe of cleaning ointment along the cut on Phoenix’s forehead. Phoenix hissed.
“So glad you remembered,” he bit through gritted teeth.
“Hush.”
Phoenix hmmed but stayed silent for a few more seconds, staring at Edgeworth as he dug back into the first aid kit. Edgeworth tried not to flush under the scrutiny.
-
Phoenix held his wrist in a loose grip. He should have felt clammy from the pool and the rapidly descending night, but he blazed oddly hot against Edgeworth’s skin.
“Miles, I-”
“Feenie? Who is this?”
“Dollie!” Phoenix said, shooting upright and wincing at the sudden dizziness.
-
Edgeworth’s burgundy coat was hung carefully over his arm, too thick for the warm California night. The buttons on his waistcoat glinted from a nearby streetlamp’s glow.
Phoenix swallowed.
-
“Do you have any idea where they’re taking us?” Edgeworth asked, leaning in slightly. Phoenix’s (nose twitched? something about scent memory?) and he refused to let himself acknowledge that Miles’s choice of aftershave hadn’t changed since the day they’d met. He abruptly remembered the taste of cheap wine and overly sweet cake on his tongue, felt the ghost weight of a ring fifteen years gone.
He hastily turned away.
“No idea.”
-
“Grandfather chipped in a bit -”
“Apollo,” Edgeworth warned.
“Alright, so Grandfather chipped in a lot, whatever, we’re poor teenagers, the point is,” he said, emphasizing the final word by pulling the ship’s impressive doors open with a firm tug, “it’s ours for the night.”
Phoenix whistled shrilly in appreciation, instinctively reaching out to ruffle Apollo’s hair. It was a testament to how important the night was that Apollo merely batted Phoenix’s hand away. “Seriously, dad,” he mumbled. His scowl was clearly forced, however; he felt oddly warm that he was able to finally use that word at all.
-
“Subtle,” Phoenix remarked.
“Mm,” Edgeworth agreed. “I don’t suppose we should let their efforts, however misguided they may be, go to waste, should we?”
“You just want to know who else they roped into this ridiculous scheme of theirs.”
“Oh, because you don’t.”
“I,” Phoenix said, moving to the chilled champagne propped by the windowsill and popping its cork, “have a perfectly healthy level of curiosity. It does not involve wondering what’s going on in my kid’s head. Trucy is a teenager. That’s terrifying.” He carefully poured the sparkling drink into two glasses and offered one to Edgeworth.
“I find that somewhat difficult to believe,” Edgeworth said, striding forward and taking the  proffered glass. He made certain their fingers did not brush. “Thank you.”
-
They waited until she had hastily bowed out of the room before turning their focus back to each other. “Miles, that’s why we came up with this arrangement in the first place,” Phoenix continued, nonplussed.
“Really?” Edgeworth carefully picked up his glass flute, trying to ignore the tremor he felt running through his hands. “I thought it was because we’d agreed to never see each other again.”
Phoenix’s heart clenched. “Not ‘we’, Miles,” he said slowly, spreading his hands on the tablecloth and feeling like if he missed a step here, he would risk something he couldn’t afford to lose again.
Edgeworth took a shaky draw of wine. “You know,” he said slowly, seemingly forcing himself to meet Phoenix’s eyes, “that part is unclear to me as well.”
“Oh, you don’t remember the day you packed?” Phoenix asked.
“No, I remember that day perfectly. Did I hurt you when I threw that - oh God, what was it -”
“It was Kamisar’s Modern Criminal Procedure. It left a dent in the wall from where it rebounded off my head.”
“Oh,” Edgeworth said, at least having the grace to look properly abashed. “Right. Sorry.”
Phoenix shrugged. “It’s not like I was making it that easy on you.
-
And....” Edgeworth trailed off, twisting a napkin between his fingers. “You didn’t chase after me.”
Phoenix felt (something) shift. “I didn’t know that you wanted me to.”
-
“A toast to -”
“Our children,” Edgeworth cut in. He ignored the tightening in his chest at the our.
“Our children,” Phoenix repeated slowly, as if the words didn’t quite match with what his mouth had wanted to say.
“We both got where we actually wanted to go.”
Phoenix’s eyes never wavered from his. “We did,” he said, voice strange.
They toasted again and finished their meal in silence.
-
“Apollo, what are you doing in those clothes? We’ve got a plane to catch.”
“We’re getting totally ripped off,” maybe-Trucy said. “Daddy said we’d get our camping trip and we want to go.”
“Wait, hang on,” Phoenix interrupted, “what camping trip?”
“The one Aunt Maya and I make you take us on every year before school starts,” almost-definitely-Trucy said. Phoenix began to lift his finger in triumph, sure he’d found his kid -
“ -the one behind the house that runs all the way up to Gourd Lake, remember when you fell in that one year,” I’m-not-too-sure-if-this-one-is-still-in-fact-Apollo finished.
Phoenix’s arm fell listlessly to his side. Edgeworth snorted.
Phoenix shot Edgeworth a look. Thanks for helping, one of these is yours. “This is entirely unfunny, you’re going to make your father miss his flight,” he said, shifting his attention back to the twins. Honestly, he was an Ivy University graduate and Miles was a world renowned defense attorney, how were they being duped by their own kids -
“Apollo -” Edgeworth began.
“Yes?” they both said in unison.
Edgeworth groaned. “They get this from you, I’m sure,” he said.
“It’s not my fault you’ve apparently been raising a devilishly deceptive teenager,” Phoenix quipped back, never taking his eyes off the twins. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine pound at the base of his neck. “He’s probably rubbed off on Trucy.”
The twins grinned.
Phoenix rubbed a hand over his eyes before stooping to their height once again. He stared hard at each of them, looking back and forth between their faces. “This one’s Trucy,” he said slowly, pointing a finger to the sibling in orange. “I’m positive.”
“You know, I hope you’re right, Daddy. You wouldn’t want to send the wrong kid all the way back to Germany - ”
“ - would you?”
How was any of this fair?
“Here’s our proposition. We go back to Daddy’s house, pack our stuff, and the four of us leave on the camping trip.”
“The four of us?” Edgeworth interjected. They ignored him.
“And when you bring us back,” maybe-Trucy-maybe-Apollo continued, “we’ll tell you who’s Trucy and who’s Apollo.”
“Or,” Edgeworth said, carefully stepping around and in front of Phoenix and crossing his arms firmly across his chest, tapping his finger rhythmically against his arm, “new plan. I take one of you back to Germany with me whether you like it or not.”
Two identical sets of eyes twinkled back at him.
(He felt a migraine beginning to pound in his left temple.)
-
“You can cook now?” Edgeworth asked.
“Oh yeah,” Phoenix said. “I can make pasta. And pasta. Probably more pasta, if you ask really nicely.”
“Hm,” Edgeworth said, eyebrows scrunched in mock thought, “pasta sounds good.”
Phoenix grinned, bumping Edgeworth’s shoulder. He was warm through the cotton. “Pasta it is.”
-
Edgeworth looked across the seat at Apollo. His glassy eyes reflected the flickering street lamps as the taxi sped down the empty street.
“Apollo, I -” he began, deflating as Apollo turned further away. It’s entirely justified, he thought despondently. I’d hate myself as well.
-
“Grandfather?” Apollo called, shrugging out of his heavy jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. The house was silent.
“I’ll check the study,” Edgeworth said, tugging his jabot loose. Apollo nodded and headed towards the direction of the kitchen, toeing off his shoes on the way. Pushing open the wide doors that led to the study, Edgeworth saw someone reading a paper at the desk. He cocked his hip against the door and crossed his arms. “Hello, father. We’re back.”
The newspaper lowered. It wasn’t Gregory.
“Hiya, papa,” Trucy said. The corners of her mouth were quirked despite her obvious attempts to reign in her expression. “Did you know the Concord gets you here in half the time?”
Edgeworth slipped against the doorframe. He felt the knob dig into his hip. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”
(Edgeworth was acutely aware of the doorknob digging into his hip from when he pressed against it. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”)
Apollo walked into the room, drawn to the sound of voices. When he saw Trucy his face split into a blinding grin. “What are you doing here?”
Trucy neatly folded the newspaper on the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. “It took us about thirty seconds after you left that we decided we didn’t want to lose you two again,” she said, eyes crinkling.
Edgeworth swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “We?” he said, voice cracking.
“We,” a new voice agreed.
From the corner of his eye, Edgeworth noted Trucy moving to stand by the far wall of the study, giving the vaguest attempt of privacy. It didn’t matter. His eyes were trained on Phoenix, tracking his movement as he crossed the room.
-
Phoenix peppered his face in light kisses, smiling into the curve of his throat and pressing his lips to the thrumming heartbeat beneath his skin.
They eventually pulled back, desperate for air. Phoenix’s eyes crinkled - crow’s feet, Edgeworth thought wildly through his haze, he’s got crow’s feet now, I haven’t seen him this close up since - and he rested his forehead against Edgeworth’s.
“God, I’m never letting you go again,” he whispered, hands snaking around the other man’s back to pull him even closer.
-
“You want to toast with this? I’d have thought you might want to upgrade to something with a little more class.”
Phoenix smiled sloppily, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. “You’re the only one I said I’d drink it with, remember?”
Edgeworth smiled back. He took the proffered bottle warmed by the weather and tugged his husband into a proper kiss, matching rings glinting in the dying sunlight.
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baratrongirl · 2 years
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Character headcanons
Klavier Gavin from Ace Attorney!
1: sexuality headcanon
Bisexual. Possibly pansexual, but I’m going with my usual personal definitions here where “bisexual” = “attracted to more than one gender” and “pansexual” = “attracted to all genders”. I can’t see Klavier being attracted to uber-butch or very masculine people - no 6′5″ weightlifting lumberjacks with loads of body hair and big beards, for example. I think he is attracted primarily to people who are cute rather than gorgeous, and falls in love with people based on their brains.
2: otp
Klapollo. Surprise! Though I also very much like Klavier/Apollo as a romantic partnership with Ema Skye as their aromantic best friend and fuckbuddy. I do also like Klema as long as there’s a good reason why Apollo isn’t involved (e.g. he’s straight, and he and Klavier are very close friends but can never be a couple because of incompatible sexuality.)
3: brotp
Klavier & Simon Blackquill. They kinda have a lot in common. They’re both prosecutors, they both have a sibling in prison, they both have a public persona which isn’t very much like their private personality... They may have even been friends when Klavier was 17/18, before Simon went to prison to protect Athena.
Klavier & Miles Edgeworth. They have both been under a lot of pressure for too long, having become prosecutors so ridiculously young. They both speak German to some extent. (Word of God states that Klavier isn’t actually German but spent two years studying there, so he must speak the language well enough to be able to pass the bar exam). Their personalities might seem like opposites - flamboyant, extroverted Klavier vs reserved, introverted Miles, but that isn’t necessarily a problem. Most of my friends (and both my partners) are introverts.
Klavier & Franziska von Karma. The handful of stories where the two characters appear together usually have the vibe that Franziska has no respect for Klavier at all because of his “fake” German accent. But I did read the most awesome story where he asks her how she knows that she’s “really” German, and goes on to explain that his parents were German but he was born in the US, and his brother forbade him from ever speaking the language after his parents died. So he feels weirdly trapped between cultures, and isn’t even properly fluent. It’s great and a fantastic headcanon if you like Actual German Gavin brothers.
Klavier & Trucy Wright.  They’re both performers and can learn from each other. They both understand the public persona vs private personality thing. They both care for Apollo.
Klavier & Phoenix Wright. I actually love the idea that Phoenix forgave Klavier years ago for his part in the disbarment process - that he realised that some 17 year old newbie couldn’t possibly have acquired a vendetta against him, and that it was all Kristoph all along. I like the idea that despite their mere 7/8 year age difference, Phoenix still sees Klavier as one of his “kiddos”.
Klavier & Kristoph Gavin. Yeah, I like his actual brother as a brotp. There is one (1) 4Koma comic strip which suggests that Kristoph was manipulative and gaslighting towards Klavier even from his early teens, but those comics are supposedly not canon. Since people are, in real life, far more nuanced than simply wearing black or white hats, I genuinely like the idea that Kristoph was a bad person but a good brother.
4: notp
Klavier & Clay Terran. Klavier/Apollo/Clay as a polyamorous triad is done a fair bit and I really hate it, no offense to those who do ship it.
Klavier & Nahyuta Sahdmadhi. They have the “terribly pretty men/NB people” thing in common, but I just don’t see why Klavier would overlook the Apollo that he knows and trusts in favour of his sibling. It makes no sense.
Klavier & Trucy Wright. Too much of an age gap even assuming that Trucy is already over 18.
Klavier & Athena Cykes. There’s a bit of an age gap too, but honestly, my main objection is based on personality. Athena is so gods damned perky and Klavier has a serious melancholic/introspective streak. Also Athena has highly sensitive hearing and Klavier likes to play his music loud. I can’t see them even managing to share a house, let alone have a romantic relationship!
5: first headcanon that pops into my head
He’s a terrible flirt but doesn’t know how to cope when he’s flirted with. If Apollo actually starts flirting back, Klavier.exe will stop functioning.
6: one way in which I relate to this character
Like... Everything? I mean, I’m not famous, nor a prosecutor, and I’m certainly not beautiful like he is. But he’s very intelligent, he’s extremely passionate about what he does, he loves rock music, he’s a huge nerd...
7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character
17 year old Klavier in court with his dark glasses and arrogance. Oh gods, make it stop!
8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?
Cinnamon roll with spikes.
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edgelord-dl6 · 2 years
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𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚(s)
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real name — Miles “motherfucker” Edgeworth // Franziska “ballcrusher” von Karma
single or taken — Usually they are both single; always they are both baffled and bewildered by the concept of healthy relationships, but perhaps they will learn.
abilities or powers — They have no “powers” but they’re both crafty, observant, logical, and smart. They’ve got quick wits and WILL weaponize them. Miles is good at collaborative arguments and Franziska excels at intimidation lmao.
eye color — Grey
hair color — Grey // Silvery-blue
family members — NO ONE... jk he has one dead dad (Gregory Edgeworth). He’s been informally adopted by Trucy Wright, his rival’s child, as an uncle-dad. Franziska is his sister-figure though they are unrelated by blood. Manfred von Karma was his mentor/adoptive father-figure. // Franziska also has one dead dad (Manfred von Karma) and a somewhat sizable family including several older sisters and a niece. Miles is her adoptive brother-figure.
pets — Miles has an old white borzoi named Pess. // Franziska should not be trusted with the care of a sentient creature.
something they don’t like — Wasting time, being touched, clutter, fools, earthquakes.
hobbies / activities — Collecting teas, tea accoutrements, and Steel Samurai memorabilia. Chess. Driving his gay little mazda around. // Traveling. Hitting people and things with a whip. Throwing hands, getting mad. Skateboarding.
ever hurt anyone before — OH MY, YES... In addition to being a nasty, overdramatic and brusque little brat to everyone around him, Miles is also directly responsible for what I can only assume are MANY wrongful convictions. // Franziska can boast the very same, except she also physically harms nearly everyone in her vicinity, including the fucking Judge. She once beat Phoenix Wright unconscious lmao...
ever killed anyone before — Not “directly”, but I’m sure they’ve both caused death via wrongful conviction and it absolutely eats at them.
animals that represent them — They’re both very catlike. I like a jaguar for Miles, because he’s solitary, but strong, and beautiful. Graceful, and still a little bulky. I like a cougar for Franziska because they are sleek, psychotic killing machines, but also very cute and protective. 
worst habits — They don’t think they ever need help, and prefer to suffer in silence. They push people away pre-emptively. They have little idea how to handle kindness directed at them. They’re rich. Miles holds his emotions too close to his chest and rarely opens up, while Franziska is extremely volatile yet struggles to name her feelings.
role models — The Steel Samurai. Phoenix Wright. Gregory Edgeworth. Manfred von Karma (once upon a time). // Herself. Miles Edgeworth (secretly). Manfred von Karma.
sexual orientation — They’re bi, but tend to be attracted to masc-leaning partners. On Franziska’s part, this is solely due to inexperience.
thoughts on marriage / kids — Neither of them have ever considered it. They’re wholly devoted to their careers but have definitely “softened” on the concept of love as they’ve grown older. Miles thinks he isn’t good with kids, but is actually...really good with kids. Franziska fancies herself decent with children, but actually is not great lol. Miles would excel as a father, but it’d be an extremely rare circumstance in which Franziska would want to be a mother. The idea of her healing her inner child by having a child kinda makes me cry.
style preferences — Flashy in court but pretty standard otherwise. Simple and elegant is the name of the game. Bold, solid colors and shapes that compliment them well. Franziska enjoys accessorizing when she’s out.
someone they love — They love each other a lot, though it goes unsaid. They also habitually pine over Phoenix Wright and they hate it. They love their respective deceased fathers.
approach to friendships — Not great at making friends! They respond with confusion when faced with kindness so they usually end up as accidental friends with anyone who overcomes their initial awkwardness/agression and thinks they’re neat anyway. A lot of their friendships are forged through mutual hardship and/or respect.
favourite drink — Miles loves tea! Any kind! Franziska likes sweet and bitter cocktails but has been known to suck down entire strawberry milks as a quick pick-me-up.
favourite place to spend time at — Miles is a bit of a homebody. Franziska is a wanderer who used to hate settling in one spot but she’s been happier spending time in LA with Miles (and everyone else) as of late.
swim in the lake or the ocean — I think they’d both prefer the ocean!
their type — They both admire strength, and know that strength comes in many forms. Miles likes directness - people who can force him out of his shell and help him be a better person, though it’s a delicate balance. He also likes when he can trust a partner to be their best self, because it inspires him to match that - if they can mutually push each other, he loves that. Codependence is a big turn-off. For Franziska, it’s important that her partner can weather her whirlwinds, but still rise to the challenge and respect her. She LOVES to be talked up even if she pretends she doesn’t. Surprisingly, she likes people who are very kind, who can appeal to the part of her that really wants to be cared for and feel safe...but she crushes people who are too nice. Oh, Franziska...
camping or indoors — Indooooooooors. 
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eldrai · 2 years
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Not Worth It
Whumptober 2021 - day 3 - prompt: insult
Character: Reid
Warnings: ableism, r-slur, brief/mild homophobia
Words: 2.2k
Summary: Spencer isn’t naïve. He is young and he looks young but he isn’t stupid. He hadn’t graduated with the expectation that because he was older, had qualifications to back him up, the world would collectively mature in kind. After all, he’d gained his relative immunity to insults because it hurt less to let them taunt him than it had to confront them and end up shoved in a locker or tied up on the football field.
He had hoped things might be different. Not expected. Not assumed.
Just hoped.
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“—were actually invented in the early fifteenth century, though the first versions were, uh, significantly more spherical and made of a wood like beech. It’s also highly likely they used cows’ hair inside leather—”
The cop – Maciewicz – nudges the officer beside him. “Does he ever stop talking?”
Spencer is fairly sure the jab is intended to be audible. It’s an interesting social convention, that sort of insult, where everyone including the target hears it but the person who said it can’t be called out on it because they supposedly directed it at nobody in particular. Interesting, and very high-school of them: Maciewicz is closer to forty than thirty and beginning to bald, and the stale remnants of cigarette smoke follows his colleague wherever he goes.
It doesn’t offend Reid these days. Attending a public LA high school is its own distinct circle of hell but doing so at nine? University at twelve? He’s been called most names under the sun and petty insults don’t get under his skin like they used to.
Which isn’t to say they aren’t annoying.
What he hates the most is the variety of people who insult him: they all have different reactions, different sore spots, and getting them to go away isn’t a one-size-fits-all situation. Reid has dealt with enough bullies to understand that ‘ignore them and they’ll go away’ is useless, if not downright dangerous advice, but there is a whole spectrum of solutions which may or may not work. Get it wrong, and they just grow more persistent.
Spencer isn’t naïve. He is young and he looks young but he isn’t stupid. He hadn’t graduated with the expectation that because he was older, had qualifications to back him up, the world would collectively mature in kind. After all, he’d gained his relative immunity to insults because it hurt less to let them taunt him than it had to confront them and end up shoved in a locker or tied up on the football field.
He had hoped things might be different. Not expected. Not assumed.
Just hoped.
Of course they aren’t.
He pays them no mind and continues to explain the significance of the golf balls their unsub keeps leaving behind. If they didn’t want him to talk, they shouldn’t have asked for his opinion.
This seems like a fairly straightforward case and with any luck, they’ll only have to tolerate the local police department for a couple of days more.
He may have jinxed it.
(Once when they had come to take his Mom to inpatient, Spencer had overheard someone at the front desk talking lowly to someone else, and her words had stuck with him: see, that’s what you get for saying it’s quiet today!
That was always the gist of what was said on TV hospital dramas too. Police chaos isn’t all that different from hospital chaos, he thinks. There’s always too much of it and it’s unpredictable in its unpredictability.)
The curveball this time is their unsub is not a lone male but a male-female duo – he carries out the kills but under her direction. Classic submissive-dominant dynamic. The thing with pairs is they crack. Bend under the pressure until they break and lives are lost in the collateral damage.
Case in point: Marcy Edgeworth, aged twenty-four, Caucasian female, death by blunt force trauma. She is the first female victim and the first to have been left to lie where she’d died. That isn’t a good sign. No indication of sexual assault pre- or post-mortem but there is an incomplete ring of bite marks just beneath her right collarbone, exposed due to her torn shirt.
“What, never seen a naked girl before?” Jamison – Maciewicz’s colleague – mutters. Just low enough for Spencer to hear as he is trying to get on with his job, unlike a certain pair of officers.
“Woman,” he corrects, for her age, “and yes, I have.”
He hopes the lightness in his tone offsets the brusqueness. Spencer shifts his crouching into kneeling and leans forwards to examine her hair. It’s an artificial red – her roots and her eyebrows are blonde – and their previous victims have all had brown hair.
“Only counts if it’s outside a morgue,” Maciewicz chimes in.
He ignores them but their gaze burns the back of his head, and their presence has his guard raised. They stand behind him and their shadows stretch out over the grass either side of him. They’re going for a reaction, Spencer assumes.
Biting is an interesting thing without an accompanying sexual assault. If nothing else it gives them a good estimation of their male unsub’s teeth. The impression he’s getting from the scene is one of interruption, an impulse kill whose victim he had to leave too soon. It is a public park and it was an early-morning dog walker who found her – likely a jogger or someone on a night shift.
Jamison clears his throat once, twice, then taps him on the shoulder. Spencer rears away from his touch. People never ask, they just do.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Oh, nothing,” Jamison says. “I – we – we were wondering why you do that… thing.”
“What thing?” Spencer asks.
Jamison gestures. “You know, the – you know.”
Is that some sort of punchline he’s missing? Spencer glances over at Maciewicz and finds a mild amusement. Nothing to indicate he should be laughing, nor should he know what they do mean.
Maybe he’s missing the cue. He’s better at it these days, but not perfect.
“No, I don’t.”
With a furtive glance at the precinct’s captain, deep in conversation with one of the forensic technicians, Jamison sighs. “The thing with your hands, the—” He shakes his hands in an exaggerated manner.
Spencer’s hands still. He hadn’t thought it was very noticeable and more to the point, Jamison is definitely overexaggerating it like kids in middle school used to do. Only back then they had his unusual gait and meltdowns to mock too. “I don’t do that,” he says firmly.
(He’d answer it if it was a genuine question. Respectful. He loves people who ask out of genuine good intent. They are few and far between.)
Maciewicz snickers.
“Yeah, you do,” Jamison says. “I want to know why, that’s all.”
“Makes you look like a retard,” Maciewicz adds.
…and there it is.
He goes cold from head to toe. It never fails to make him feel as if someone has just dumped a bucket of water right over him, washing away his enthusiasm and excitement and everything else he values. Leaves the bare bones, the weirdness, each of the hundred ways he never quite fits in.
Spencer hates the word.
Because they don’t care about his IQ or eidetic memory or reading skill when they say that, and they don’t care after he tells them.
Nobody calls him that because they think he is. They say it to hurt him.
He wishes it wouldn’t.
Despite how often he’s heard it, he never has a response. His mind goes blank and all he can pull from it is the roots – re,from Latin: back, and tardus, from Latin: slow – as if they give a damn about etymology. As if that’s a normal person’s response. Today is no exception so it’s a blessing when Morgan wanders over.
“You got anything, pretty boy?” he asks. Maciewicz and Jamison snort. If Morgan hears it, he pays it no mind. “They found a guy’s baseball cap over there. No hair but it looks like it’s our man’s.”
And once again, his mind goes blank. Makes you look like a retard. He’d been thinking about – the bite mark, yes, what does that indicate? Spencer catches his hands moving and shoves them in his pockets before they can. “He was interrupted,” he says. “It explains why the bite isn’t complete and why he didn’t notice he’d left his hat.”
Morgan nods. “The person who found the body didn’t recall seeing anyone else around, so you think he’d just left before they got there?”
“Probably,” Spencer says. “I think the woman might be blonde. If they got into a fight, he’d be stressed, he’d be thinking about her. Maybe she reminded him of her.”
“Could be the hair, could be something else,” Morgan says. “He won’t have talked to her, not if he hit her from behind.”
“What if they did? She could have walked away—”
“Maybe,” Morgan says. “But if her hair was dyed, he wouldn’t see that unless they were up close, right? He’d initially go for her because she’s got red hair, not blonde. And if they did talk, Prentiss says no woman’s gonna just turn her back on a strange man. Especially in the middle of the night with no-one around.”
It’s a valid point, and it isn’t condescending. Nonetheless it hurts. Spencer studies the ground for a long moment and tries to forget (retard) Maciewicz and Jamison. “The unsub isn’t going to be someone he’s sexually attracted to,” he says. “He didn’t assault her, and if the victim reminds him of the other unsub, he’d probably have tried to even if someone interrupted him before he really could.”
A burst of laughter from Maciewicz and Jamison. His cheeks go hot with embarrassment—they must be talking about him, what else is there to laugh about? Morgan follows his gaze. “There a problem?” he asks.
Maciewicz holds up his hands in mock surrender. “No, no. Just… the hell is that about, ‘pretty boy’?”
Morgan shrugs. Spencer isn’t sure if it’s as casual as it looks.
“Well, makes sense,” Jamison says. “Course he’s gonna freak out over a naked girl if he doesn’t swing that way.”
…oh, great.
Spencer doesn’t mind exactly what they say as much as the implication—that they know, that they’re entitled to know his sexuality. How they say it as if gay is equivalent to bad. Once again, how utterly high school it all is. And he knows Morgan isn’t going to appreciate it either, probably more insulted on his behalf than Spencer himself.
“And you care, because...?” Morgan says, looking back and forth between them.
“I don’t,” Jamison says.
“He’s…” Maciewicz stammers, “…you know.”
“Smarter than you?” Morgan suggests. “Better at his job than you? A better person than you?”
“You don’t have to stick up for him,” Jamison says. “Must get annoying to deal with a re—”
“It’s fine,” Spencer interrupts. It isn’t. It really isn’t but it isn’t worth the conversation. How tiring it gets to deal with it, how much easier it is to walk away. These officers aren’t going to change their worldview on disabilities all of a sudden. “Morgan.”
Morgan takes in his posture, the unnatural stillness as he forces himself not to fidget, though the look in his eyes doesn’t fade. “The only people I don’t want to ‘deal with’ are both of you.”
The men share a look – not so much chastened as disappointed their fun was interrupted – but they do back off.
“They already seem to think I’m incapable,” Spencer says irritably. “I said it was fine, I didn’t need you to say anything.”
He crouches down to examine the bite again.
“It didn’t matter,” Spencer says. His hands itch and despite needing to, he can’t bring himself to move. Makes you look like a retard.
“Does if it bothers you,” Morgan insists. “And it did, don’t look at me like that.”
He sighs. They’re not even there any more, the two cops out on patrol and them revisiting the penultimate crime scene. “I’m used to it.”
“And?” Morgan says. “Just because you are doesn’t mean you have to put up with it—”
“It was five minutes at most,” Spencer points out. “Everyone else was fine.”
“Yeah, and they were dicks.”
He shrugs.
“What else did they say?”
Spencer rolls the fabric of his sweater between his fingers and feigns ignorance. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what else did they say when I wasn’t there, ‘cause they said something.”
“Makes you look like a retard.”
He doesn’t mean to say it – wasn’t sure what he had planned to say, but it certainly wasn’t that – but he says it nonetheless, his tone mimicking the disdain and irritation. And now Morgan definitely isn’t going to believe him if he says he’s fine and it’s going to make the situation worse to explain that he mostly is, he just hasn’t heard it for a while, he’s used to it.
Stupid echolalia.
“Like I said,” Morgan says, “they were dicks.”
Spencer doesn’t point out being rude doesn’t automatically mean lying. “I’ve heard worse.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t give them the right to say stuff like that.”
He rocks back on the balls of his feet. His hands aren’t co-operating but the swaying motion is a good substitute. “I’m okay.”
“You know,” Morgan says casually, “whenever you lie, you stand exactly the same way.”
Spencer looks up. The expression on Morgan’s face falls somewhere between sadness and sympathy but, he thinks, not pity. It’s a nice change.
“Kid, the only thing you’re gonna get from pretending you’re OK is worse,” Morgan says. “It’s not worth it. Not for anyone but especially not morons like that.”
“It’s not worth it,” Spencer repeats. The words catch in his thoughts and he murmurs it again and again and Morgan isn’t even slightly annoyed at him.
(It isn’t worth it—he knows this—but maybe it is. Just a tiny bit. Just for the part where he has friends who tell him things like this, who don’t mind when he’s awkward. Who don’t mind him.
Friends who say nothing about it but when they get back to the station, the pair are getting chewed out by a pissed off captain.)
A/N: I had trouble getting this to flow as well as my other ones, there's something about it I just can't figure out. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it.
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Hey! I’m glad you have your computer back. I have a request if you please. Franziska getting sick after Hazakura, and her SO looking after her and making sure she stays in bed/on the couch or something. I’m stuck inside with allergies, and she’s mu favorite. Please and thanks.
Hello hello! Thanks for asking ;v;
I don't have any allergies so I don't really know how you're feeling but please take care! Remember to always keep a bottle of water near you and drink a lot, I think it can help! UwU
Now! I hope you'll enjoy this while you're inside during this awful period of the year- I think this will give you comfort too? I hope so! XD
Luv u anon, here's your Franzy content >3•
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S/O looking after a Sick! Franziska von Karma;
After Godot took the case, Franziska was forced to look the trial from outside;
But she still helped Edgeworth (and Phoenix) with the investigations, continuing them even when she was trying to remove the locks in the cave;
Even with her coat, the harsh temperature of that mountain, both inside and out structures, gave her one of the worst colds she ever had;
She was a little careless, to be honest;
It's cold in Germany too, so she thought what she'd put on would be enough to cover her from the cold;
When you arrived home, she quickly went to the bathroom to check her temperature, feeling her legs weak and her face hot;
When you tried to approach her to understand what was happening, she almost hit you with her whip, telling you to stay away from her for the next weeks;
But someone had to help her when her legs gave out and she almost fell flat on the floor;
Usually, when she's sick she takes care of herself, but since this time you were with her, she will have a rest period uwu;
Prepare yourself with: patience, her whip and a lot of medicines and blankets (you'll need her whip to tie her to the bed when she wants to get up);
You need to be at her side most of the time to keep her at rest because she hates to stay in bed all day doing nothing, so if you don't stop her she'll just go to work;
She's weaker than usual, so get ready to hear her complaints whenever you bring her food and medicines;
"I don't need a babysitter, I-I'm old enough"
But her voice is so low and interrupted by coughing that you won't need to argue with her;
She'll scold you even if you stay too close to her;
"You'll become useless too if you stay here"
But hey, she can't argue that much so, you should enjoy these moments when you can not listen to her without making her angry;
If her fever is really bad, she will become the clingiest person you could ever meet;
"Please don't leave me" when you try to go to the bathroom;
"You look so beautiful" with a small caress on your cheek while you change the cloth on her forehead;
If you ever lie beside her, be sure you won’t get up again until she falls asleep;
But if she ever hugs you, goodnight to you both;
Miles will come to check on her too, saying that "Even if you're a couple, my sister can't bother you alone while she's sick";
(He's just worried but he's too shy to admit it);
So you have some help, but also more problems if Franziska sees him;
You know, she hates to depend on anyone, but especially on him, so you'll hear them arguing all the time if Franziska has enough strength;
When she starts to feel better, the first thing in her mind is to catch up on work;
So you need to keep her covered up properly and keep her on meds to allow her to heal completely, things she doesn't pay too much attention to;
Franziska is always the one who takes care of everything, so for one time it feels good to let her rest, taking care of the tiniest things too;
It's also an opportunity to spend more time together since she can't work uwu;
Enjoy the tiger while she's docile.
"You have to explain why he was here" Franziska squeezed the blankets she had covered herself with when she couldn't raise her voice as she wanted
"He wanted to see you, he's just worried" You took the bag full of meds and some hot drinks that Miles brought to the kitchen
"Do you want to eat something?"
"If I’m hungry I’ll come to get my own food, thanks" she huffed and hid herself in the blankets
"Mmh, you sure?" You were already preparing some food, since she had to take a medicine, sighing softly when she didn't answer. When you went back to the couch where she was, you pulled up the blankets that covered her a little, lowering yourself to her level and touching her forehead "Eat something, take the medicine and go to rest; next week you should feel better" You gave her the food, kept her pill and sat beside her
"...Thanks" she hid her sigh by blowing on the food to cool it
"You don't eat?" her tired eyes on her reddened cheeks made you smile a little, shaking your head to not give her a reason to scold you
"Don't worry about me, when you take the pill I'll eat something too" you moved her hair behind her ear, feeling her hairline wet with sweat. When you tried to stand up to get something to dry it, she snapped to grab your shirt
"Where are you going?" she nearly made the plate on her lap fall from her movement
"I'm just going to get a cloth, I'll be right back" you laughed a little and took the hand that was squeezing your shirt "Finish eating, before you know I'm already back here" when you loosened her grip, you went to the bathroom to soak a cloth in cool water to refresh it before going back to the couch. You sat beside Franziska again, but you noticed how her head was tilted to the side, her eyes closed and the plate on the floor. You shook her gently, but when she didn't woke up, you directly wiped the sweat from her face, caressing her cheek as an another attempt to wake her up, you refreshed her wrists and her neck, touching it slightly to tease her until she woke up "Take the pill before you sleep, and don't do it on the couch, it's uncomfortable" you laughed softly and helped her to sit up, giving her both the pill and a glass of water
"Can I have at least some coffee?" she touched her temples, hurrying to take her pill to go back to sleep
"Not coffee but cuddles" you held back your laughter and almost run to the kitchen to put the glass down to avoid her glance "Come on old woman, the bed is waiting for you" you held her on her feet while walking, earning a slap on the back for the joke you said before (useless to try to dodge it).
"Don't stay here, you have been already too close to me for my liking" she didn't even try to talk with a audible voice, rolling up in the blankets again
"I want to stay, you said that you have to go back to Germany when you feel better, so I must take advantage of your presence" you fell on top on her, hugging her and interlocking your body with hers, searching a comfortable position "Now sleep, you need to rest" you squished her cheeks, but when she didn't bite your hand, you knew she was already asleep.
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"I told you that you shouldn’t have stood by me when I was sick!" you could hear her voice like she was beside you "As soon as this case is solved, I'll catch the first plane available and come to you" she sighed and you could imagine her hand gripping her whip in a lethal grip
Yes, you got sick after Franziska went back to Germany, and yes², she is black with anger.
"There's no need, I just have a fever and, unlike someone, I can walk without tripping" you started to laugh but you nearly choked because of the coughs in your throat
"If you think that I'll go easy on you, you are so wrong. My whip stiffened from not being used, I have to fix it, don't you think?"
"I'll cry if you hurt me, know that" you faked a cough, trying to pity her
"Next time listen to me when I ask you something" she closed the call and you hid under the pillows.
Every single time you’ve taken advantage of her during her illness are going to be punished, enjoy the peace while you can.
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For the character ask thing, Franziska von Karma?
Ayyy we got an Ace Attorney character!
First Impression
I thought she was awful. It was cool having a female prosecutor, but I hated how mean she was. I kinda thought of her as a brat, like a kid throwing a tantrum at not being able to receive her “perfect” victory.
Impression Now
Franziska is a queen and anyone who disrespects her will be beheaded. My past self is first on the guillotine.
She is tough and a badass and, yes, she is mean, but what else would you expect from someone who 1) was raised by von Karma and 2) works in a job dominated by men, where she has to be tough in order to succeed.
And she may be tough but she cares. She cares about Miles and, one could argue, Phoenix. She spent an entire night trying to free Maya from her icy prison in the third game. She is not a bad person. She’s broken, just like Miles Edgeworth, but she’s trying and learning to accept help from others, and I think that’s wonderful.
Favorite Moment
The final scene in the second game, where Miles returns her whip in the airport. I did not expect to feel so suddenly for a character, but watching her break down had me fighting tears as well. It showed that she is capable of vulnerability and revealed a lot of her motivation towards wanting to achieve perfection. It made a character I didn’t like into someone I sympathized with. It was absolutely the start of my negative opinion of her changing.
Idea for a Story
I want a story with her and Trucy! Franziska would take one look at Phoenix and Trucy’s situation, scoff, and whisk Trucy off on some grand trip to the mall or another fancy establishment. They return by sundown, arms full of bags containing outfits with price tags that would make the average person cry.
And Phoenix should probably be more upset, but not only is Trucy happy, but Franziska is smiling wider than he’s ever seen her smile. She’s laughing at Trucy’s stories, and for once seems more like her age. (She is in her twenties, after all, but it’s so easy to forget).
Unpopular Opinion
Oh this is a tough one. I’m not sure what opinions of her are generally considered unpopular, so this may not even be an unpopular opinion.
I still think she needs someone to put her in her place. She is really cool, yeah, but she can’t just keep whipping people when she doesn’t get her way, no matter how funny it is. I want a character who is completely unaffected by her attacks, which honestly could give her the opportunity to grow as a character, since she suddenly can’t rely on the tool that she always used to make others listen to her.
Favorite Relationship
I’m not big on shipping her with people (although Franmaya is an adorable ship, I have to admit), so I honestly prefer platonic relationships with her. I love exploring her relationship with Miles, both past and present. Also, like I mentioned before, I adore the idea of Franziska spoiling Trucy rotten and becoming “Auntie Franz”.
Favorite Headcanon
She cuts her hair even shorter during the time gap. Please Capcom I miss her bring her back...
Thanks for the ask! I’m really enjoying these!
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My Worst Idea Yet, but Here We Are
A product of my intrusive thoughts mixed with lawyer game brain rot. Enjoy this episode of What the Prosecutors’ Office Does That I Can’t Make Into A Full Chapter.
Klavier Gavin teaches the rest of the prosecutor’s office the TikTok version of the WAP choreography while Miles is away. 
Klavier himself is great at it because of course he freaking is. This man was born to do this. He goes so hard every time, he freaking cartwheels into the split because fuck you he’s Klavier Gavin and he’s gonna use this TikTok dance to establish dominance and also look good. He’s fucking sexy, fuck you I’m gonna do this TikTok dance and I’m gonna look HOT. 
Franziska is also pretty good at it, though she isn’t flexible enough to do a split. She substitutes it with a crack of her whip and some hip-focused moves. 
Simon gets competitive with it. He hates the music but he listens to it for like 11 hours straight because he is NOT about to let Klavier beat him. He gets the beat down and figures out how to do a split. Athena teaches him how to put his hair up in a bun because it keeps getting in his way. Taka appears very confused like ‘Simon WTF are you doing I thought we were gonna be samurai’ but goes along with it because Taka is just cool like that.
Nahyuta and Sebastian are two sides of the same coin. 
Nahyuta pretends that they don’t know what the lyrics are truly about and refuses to participate. The Holy Mother watches over us, and while the rest of the office might be dancing to this strange WAP music, Nahyuta will not go along with this twerking business. They will film it though. 
Sebastian ACTUALLY doesn’t know what the lyrics mean. He thinks it’s about making macaroni. Nobody will tell him otherwise. He tries to learn the dance and is pretty confused at first. Why does a song about delicious Mac & Cheese have a dance that doesn’t have anything to do with cooking? But then he gets the hang of it. He isn’t great, but he does it. Klavier is a mess because WHAT HAVE I DONE OH NO. Franziska and Blackquill are dying because yes Sebastian this is about making Mac & Cheese the music in the background is definitely saying ‘there’s some holes in this box’ and that’s why they need the bucket and mop also how tf do you think Mac & Cheese is made? Nahyuta totally doesn’t understand why everyone thinks this is so funny because they definitely don’t know about the wet-ass pussy. 
Miles walks into the office after a month abroad. He hears music blaring. The whores are in the house. Where did they come from? He doesn’t know. But he’s running because if he can hear it from the lobby he cannot imagine how loud it is from within the office. Nahyuta, laughing from behind Klavier’s phone, quickly ushers the Chief Prosecutor in. On the line ‘Make it drop’ the rest of the office notices that Miles is finally here. But it’s too late to back out. Might as well just keep going. Sebstian is clearly just having fun doing the choreography. Miles is still horrified though, does Sebastian know what this all means? He must, otherwise what does Sebastian think WAP means? Franziska, Simon, and Klavier do know what’s going on and OH GOD MILES WHY DID YOU NOT CALL US BEFORE YOU CAME BACK? They finish the routine. Nahyuta stops filming and bursts out laughing. They’re laughing. The Chief Prosecutor walked in on his sister, his son, and two of his respected co-workers/friends doing the WAP dance and NAHYUTA IS LAUGHING. Simon, though mortified, only has one question. 
“So, Edgeworth-dono...who did the best job?” 
And Miles also had only one question.
“Is this what Wright meant when he said I had a surprise waiting for me at the office?” 
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