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#and the Ace novels :(
screensavorstudios · 6 months
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For more information visit
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jillolantern/jill-o-latnern-final-cut
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qiuing · 2 months
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Everyone else: gritty courtroom drama
Edgeworth: romance, harem, slow burn 50k, enemies/rivals-to-lovers, love quadrangle (?)
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crow-person · 5 months
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totally real moment in the ace novel ( you can trust me i would not lie haha )
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magicpotatothoughts · 6 months
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN MXTX JUST DROPPED THE NEWLY REVISED UNCENSORED VERSION OF TGCF ON JJWXC?!!!!!
Feral HC and crybaby XL let’s gooooooo (Spoiler mount Tonglu thousand temple scene) 👇
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teamsnowcone · 10 days
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" When a heavy snowstorm shuts down the city, the Wright Anything Agency asks a friend already at the scene of the crime to investigate... "
HOLD IT!!
Check out our teaser of our upcoming demo, "Echoes of a Tournabout: Franziska von Karma"!
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"Echoes of a Turnabout: Franziska von Karma" is an upcoming Ace Attorney fangame developed by Team Snowcone featuring Franziska von Karma as she investigates a mysterious murder at the Gatewater Imperial Hotel with the help of one Maya Fey! Demo will be released for Doujin Fest 2024 in early October, followed by the release of the full-game in early 2025!
🍧 Who is Team Snowcone? 🍧
A team of developers working together to make an Ace Attorney fangame starring Franziska von Karma! Feel free to check us out on our itch.io page!
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pro-philosopher · 2 months
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Pro Philosopher 2 has an official release date: October 8th! To celebrate, we've created a new trailer introducing two of our most opinionated characters. Face Karl Marx, and YOUR OWN MOM, when we release this Fall! We've got a lot more information on our page, and a DEMO available, so check it out and be sure to Wishlist if you want further updates! (and so the almighty capitalist algorithm knows you care!)
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beetleandfox · 7 days
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I love how unsanitized The Terror feels. Like there’s grime everywhere. You can tell those men smell bad. When they do surgery you can hear the bone being cut, when they get sick they look genuinely ill. The main character’s actor even has pockmarks, he LOOKS like he could be from the 1800s! And idk, I think it’s cool that we’re so aware of the characters’ carnal desires. They’re hungry, thirsty, freezing, etc, and it is so obvious that they have a body with needs!!
I think this also accounts for how horny the show feels, even though everyone is bundled up 90% of the time and there are no real romantic subplots. Besides the fact that it’s a very carnal show, it just has the intimacy and grime of true horniness. Is this thing on
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lazycranberrydoodles · 6 months
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jin ling's slightly less homophobic arc (masterpost here!)
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arimiadev · 1 year
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phoenix wright: ace attorney trilogy is on sale for less than $10 this week. that's 3 games for basically $3.30 each. each of those games are 20+ hours long.
become a visual novel player. do it.
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Sleep a Way Out!
Thoughts/ some explanations below the cut
It's a little disappointing to me that even though Zero abducts everyone in 999 at night, none of them seem to be in their pj's. So this is what I imagine their pj's (or in some cases, clothes worn around the house) would look like.
(left to right)
Ace's boxer fit is purely vibes based. He just seems like that kinda guy.
Lotus: I tried to bring some of her girl boss energy into her pj's. I imagine she wraps her hair in silk so it doesn't get messed up at night.
Clover just seems like she would chill in an oversized cutesy onesie.
Snake: My historical fashion obsession rears its head. He's wearing a Banyan, which is a European gown/lounge wear from the 1700s based on the Kimono and possibly other Indian robes if I recall correctly. The flower on its sleeve is a Chinese Lantern plant. He's holding a chamber candle stick as well. His cap is just based on stereotypical goofy historical pjs, just for fun.
Junpei: I couldn't bring myself to remove what I saw as some of the most iconic parts of Junpei's original design so I just remixed them. Instead of a flannel shirt he's wearing flannel pajama pants and instead of "bisexual sneakers" he's wearing one bisexual slipper (the other one got lost). I was originally intending to give him a generic college or baseball tee but while I was replaying through Ai the Somnium files I spotted the 999 reference by Sunfish Pocket and thought it would be fun to give him an old Lemniscate shirt instead.
June: She has to be wearing purple. Her fashion sense seems to be very natural, with a lot of knitting and textile ornamentation which lead me to think she'd probably wear a nice, simple cotton nightgown. And the bunny slippers are a little nod to her backstory.
Santa: You know, I just get the impression that Santa sleeps in the same clothes he wears in the game. And with a build like that he's definitely getting enough sun to have some embarrassing tan-lines.
Seven: Again, kinda like Santa, I get the feeling his pajamas could be the same clothes he wears in the game. But the shower sandals are a must.
Guy 9: There just wasn't enough for me to go off of for him. So I deleted him :) Sorry. He blew up.
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may 2024 twst manga updates~
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***This includes spoilers for the Episode of Savanaclaw, Episode of Octavinelle, and the 4koma!***
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AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LILIA SILVER AND SEBEK LOOK SO GOOD HERE 🤡 I love how Silver and Sebek are constantly shown flanking Lilia, it really enhances the bodyguard/knight vibes! Every time Lilia appears, he always looks like he's having so much fun. Lil' guy is living it up in every panel! Especially when he appears upside down to spook Ruggie.
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efbiuSIUBDBYypvfW9wpWD THIS SHOT IS SO GOOD??????? ?I'M LIVING FOR CATER MAKING SILVER AND SEBEK LOOK LIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE AS HE HANGS ON THEM.............. .... . . . . ....... .. .... .. . . . . .. ..
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Ruggie's despair is delicious 🤤 He's thinking about all the events that led up to this point and about how that will now all go to waste. Now that I think about it and I have the visual right in front of me... That's the same thing Leona felt every time he got knocked down for his efforts. The parallels, man...
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Well, fellas... Looks like it's probably Overblot Leona time next chapter. A detail I love here is that, from Leona's perspective, all the faces of his dorm members are sorta blotted out... which is interesting seeing as how it was stated that Mrs. Rosehearts' face was intentionally blotted since she is considered the source of Riddle's trauma + the light novel tells us that Leona fears seeing hope and desperation for a better future in others because it might motivate him to try again, thus prompting another failure or rejection... 😭
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Palace servants: Young master Leona's magical power is so strong, it's scary!! Leona: Damn, they don't understand me! They judge me before they even get to know me. If I were the older brother, they wouldn't be saying this stuff. Also Leona: [see image above]
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MALEWIFE MODE RUGGIE????? 😭 What a contrast to the Ruggie in the Episode of Savanaclaw who is really going through it…
Love the detail of Yuuta and Grim helping out with chores in the background! It shows that they’re trying to pull their weight while they stay over.
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Babe, wake up... New Yuuta and Leona reaction images just dropped from the Episode of Octainvelle... (I am Yuuta whenever new TWST content drops and my non-Twstie friends are Leona whenever they're listening to me blab nonstop about the updates--)
Yuuta once again proves to be my favorite of the current Yuu iterations 🫶 He’s just so sweet and hopeful!
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We actually get to see the class photo!! Although the resolution here is very grainy. I'm really hoping that we get to see a close-up after Azul's OB!! I'm dying to see what he looked like as a kid!
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fbhlavfuoeqy8vevif;fa fai THIS CHAPTER REALLY MADE ME LIKE ACE?????? ??? ? ?? ? It's probably because he gives the same flawless liar (even though the acting is sooo overexaggerated) energy as Jade in book 4. There's a really fun scene where he's distracting the Atlantica Museum guards and really hamming it up. He looks so cute while he's being (fake) upset yet so enthusiastic!!
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This was my favorite part!! Ace excitedly talks about how he's always been interested in merfolk since he was little (lie) and how he saved up all his money to come to this museum (also a lie)... THEN BRO HAS THE AUDACITY TO POSE LIKE THIS AND TALK ABOUT WANTING TO BE A PART OF THAT WORLD????? ?? ???? ? ?? ? ?? ARIEL WHO>?????? ?? ??? ?? ? ?I o NLY KNOW TRAPPOLA NOW
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One of the 4koma this month is about Octavinelle going on a camping trip! Azul wants to study the stars for money-making ideas/inspiration.
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When talking about auroras, they're reminded of the Diasomnia students and think about making an aurora-colored drink to sell to them. The Octatrio also star-gaze and talk about aliens + selling octopus to them. They discuss the idea of filling a space suit with water and fish to they can walk in space too.
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The other 4koma is about Trey brushing the mouths of his mandrake (as they have no teeth but dirt). He insists that everyone should have a clean oral cavity.
You can even tell which mandrake is Trey’s because it has a bunch of toothbrushes stuck in its pot 🪥
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Jamil was planning on using his own mandrake to make an ancient remedy for relieving toothache. Trey is uh… interested… and attempts to test out the healing toothpaste for himself (Jamil of course stops him).
Trey… you’re the most NORMAL one, why are you like this OTL
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atomic-chronoscaph · 2 years
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Gothic romance novels cover art by Harry Barton (1970s)
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sagee-sketches · 5 months
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ace light novel…. save me ace light novel…
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science-lings · 1 month
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I think we forget that Ryunosuke is funny actually
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nyaacatboy · 8 months
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i'm having thoughts about amatonormativity and why it sucks and they're long-winded and hard to properly express bc it's late at night but i wanted to share them so i summarized them with a meme
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this realization brought to you by the realization that a lot of people who say acephobic shit without actively denying asexuality exists just mentally swapped "virgin" for "asexual" and carried on with their lives. this best evidenced by people being "accepting" of asexual women but ignoring/erasing asexual men.
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have I told you guys I'm trying my hand at writing a horror novel? Fey and aceness!
Wolverton House loomed out of the darkness more suddenly than such a large building should have been able to. It made Diana think of ghosts. It made her think of titanic icebergs. It made her think of an angler fish, mouth gaping bright and welcoming in the roiling blackness of the water.
Inevitably, of course, it made her think of Lucille.
The taxi jerked to a stop by the imposing front gates. Motion sensor lights flooded to life, illuminating the slender stone driveway snaking up to the manor proper. Diana squinted, raising a hand to shield her eyes.
“…you getting out here?” the driver asked. “Or do you want me to take you all of the way up.”
He sounded hopeful. It was difficult to tell if it was to get closer to the manor or to get the hell away from it. She swallowed, but it did nothing to stop the sudden dryness of her mouth. She wasn’t entirely sure which one she wanted either. But then, home was often like that, wasn’t it?
The gates slid open. An invitation.
The driver’s fingers white-knuckled on the steering wheel.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll walk. Bit of fresh air and all that. Stretch my legs.”
His shoulders sagged in relief even as disappointment flickered across his face. He got out at the same time as she did, busying himself with hoisting her battered suitcase out onto the side of the road. He opened his mouth as if to say something, before he closed it again. His attention was inevitably drawn back to the house. Its stark white walls. Its invitingly lit windows. Its gardens, all pale roses picked out in the lush night. It hadn’t changed a bit.
“You know them?” Diana kept her voice light. “The Wolvertons?”
“Sure. I mean, everyone does round here.”
“You’ve met the fiancé?”
“Handsome fella.” He shook his head, as if to clear it, glancing at her again. Curiosity and terror. “You look after yourself up there.”
“And her?” Diana’s heart flipped. “Does she still come down to the town?”
His lips thinned. “That’s £112.”
She considered pressing him further, maybe telling him that actually she did want that lift up all the way to the front door, but then she simply paid. The fare receipt pinged on her phone before he’d even fully disappeared down the path.
Lucille would have made him drive all the way. She would have made him wait while she rang the doorbell, “just in case no one’s in!” She would have watched him squirm.
Still, Diana’s legs were cramped from the long hours of travel, so maybe it couldbe a relief to clack her way up the driveway. At the very least, it gave her a little more time before she had to ring the doorbell. Meet him. See her. Diana took a few steadying breaths, wrangled her luggage and began her ascent. She’d only a taken a few steps up the driveway path when the gates shut behind her again with a muffled clang.
Handsome fella. She’d seen pictures of Tristan De Silva, Lucille’s soon-to-be-husband, online. He was definitely handsome, it was true, but not in the way that Lucille usually liked. He was too sharp. Too much like her, in some way, so that surely if they were ever in a room together they’d spend the whole time in danger of bashing up against each other’s edges. They did look smitten in the photos though, and the wedding invitation certainly suggested something, but…
Surely she wouldn’t invite Diana, of all people, to be her maid of honour if she was in love with someone else?
Of course she bloody would. And of course Diana bloody came. She was an idiot.
All too soon, she rang the doorbell. As she waited, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and then untucked it again a moment later to let it curl loose and coppery over her forehead. Then she realised that her hands were shaking and shoved them in the pockets of her leather jacket.
The door swung open. The man behind it was the pictures made incarnate, dressed in the sort of casually-expensive trousers and t-shirt that Diana would never find in her own closet. Was that why Lucille had picked him?
“Ah, Diana.” He offered a perfect smile. “It is Diana, right? Lucille’s Diana?”
The words were like a beloved coat that no longer fit properly. Too tight around the shoulders. A squeeze of buttons clamping airless down upon her chest. Lucille’s Diana. She hadn’t been that in years. She hadn’t ever stopped being that for a moment.
“Just Diana,” she said. “You must be Tristan.”
Tristan tipped his head a fraction, a mocking sort of bow, and stepped aside to let her in.
“Where’s Lucille?” she asked.
“Upstairs.” He held out a hand for her jacket. “She’ll come down when she’s ready. You know she likes to make an entrance.”
Her jacket felt like the only pitiful armour she had, but Diana politely handed it over all the same. He hung it up and shut the door.
“Just leave your bag in the hallway,” he said, already turning towards the familiar kitchen as if he owned the place. “I’ll take it up to your room later. Champagne?”
“I – no, thank you. I don’t drink.”
He scoffed. “Yes you do. Since when?”
She stared at him.
“Well,” he said. “I’m having champagne.” As she followed him into the kitchen, he fished a bottle out of the fridge, popped it and poured it golden and frothing into three different flutes. He took one and held the other out to her.
Her jaw tightened a fraction.
“I’m engaged,” he said. “So we’re going to toast and you’re going to say congratulations.”
His hazel eyes bore into her, almost seeming to match the drink.
She took the glass, cold against her clammy palm, and held it up.
“Congratulations,” she said.
No, he was nothing like Lucille’s usual type, which begged the question, then – how much did he really know his fiancée at all?
The first thing that she remembered ever really noticing about Lucille Wolverton was that everybody loved her. It was an effect she had on people. When they were really young it hadn’t occurred to Diana to question it. Lucille was her friend and, of course, Lucille’s parents loved her. That was what good parents were supposed to do.
When she got older, she’d thought maybe it was because Lucille was pretty and people seemed to care an awful lot about that sort of thing. Some people simply had a star quality that drew people to them and, even as a child, it had been clear that Lucille did. When she smiled and laughed and relished in the attention of everyone who adored her, she possessed a warm sort of beauty. She was honey and gold, she was the fairy lights that turned an ordinary space into a super-secret lair, she was the candlelight flickering across a dinner table as two lovers leaned in for their first kiss. When she was angry, she was a colder thing. The moon in winter, glittering across an endless plane of unforgiving snow. A glass girl, seemingly fragile, poised to cut.
When she got older still, Diana was no longer sure if it could be just looks, just charm. She’d never quite figured it out though. All things considered she hadn’t been sure she wanted to.
She took a tiny sip of her drink, feeling Tristan’s eyes on her as he matched her movements. She had the strangest surety that if she drained the glass then he would simply do the same. Weirdly triumphant.
She set the flute firmly down on the counter and cleared her throat.
“So, how did you two meet?”
Music drifted down the stairs, too quiet to be entirely picked out. She could imagine Lucille flitting about her bedroom. It was impossible to hear her so far away, and yet Diana half felt that she could trace Lucille’s every step across the manor’s floors.
“At a party,” Tristan said. “She got the host to kiss her in front of his girlfriend. Wrecked their relationship. It was awful.” He smiled a strange smile. “I asked her out the same night.”
“Oh, naturally.”
His smile turned a touch edged. “I note you didn’t bring a plus one.”
Diana didn’t say anything.
“The invite did say you could bring someone.”
“I’m not seeing anybody at the moment.” Diana moved to circle the space, putting the kitchen island between her and the champagne as she scanned over the glossy cookbooks and paintings. The cookbooks were new. The paintings were the same visions of women stuffing their faces with dripping fruit, raw meat or chocolate cake as she’d seen since she was as a girl. They’d thrilled her then. Felt somehow taboo. “Does she do that sort of thing often, then? Wreck people’s relationships?”
“Shouldn’t you know?”
Diana shrugged, betrayed by her hammering heart.
“Mm. You’ll be staying in your old room, I believe.” He leaned himself almost lazily against the island and took another long sip of his drink, body angled towards her.
“Lucille’s told you a lot about me?”
“I’m nosy.” He flashed that perfect smile again. “She said the two of you grew up here, that you were like sisters. She said there was no one else she’d want at our wedding as much as you.”
Diana’s throat thickened.
“I suspect she left out all of the juicy bits,” he said.
She glanced over at him.
“Singular woman, Lucille Wolverton.” He raised his eyebrows. “But I’m sure if you told me, she’d have to kill you.”
“Or you.”
“Alas, they always suspect the spouse. She’s not that obvious.”
Despite herself, Diana laughed. It was something like a laugh anyway.
“It’s nothing juicy,” she said. “My parents worked here. We lived in the old servant’s cottage on the edge of the property when I was a kid, and this place is way out in the middle of nowhere. We had a lot of sleepovers.”
“So many that you had your own room. Do girls often have their own room during sleepovers?”
“It’s just one of the guest bedrooms. There’s enough of them, isn’t there?”
Her bedroom was the bedroom next to Lucille’s room, mirrored and sharing a wall.
Tristan hummed, seeming unconvinced as he studied her. She watched him in her periphery in turn, taking out one of the cookbooks and flicking through the pages. How to eat a peach.  
“So what is it you do?” she asked.
“Finance. You’re a caterer. What was she like when you knew her?”
The cookbook was thoroughly abandoned. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Diana said, “but I believe in small talk you’re supposed to at least pretend that you don’t know things about me when we first meet.”
“Stickler for politeness, are we?”
“You have to ask?” She pretended to gasp. “And there was me thinking you knew everything about me already.”
“Not everything. But I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Not especially. But I guess I was raised to be more polite to my guests than you.”
He laughed like that was funny, shaking his head, and raised his glass again in another private toast of some sort.
No, he was not Lucille’s type at all. Lucille’s type were soft and starry-eyed, utterly enamoured and easily bruised. He was…not that. She had no idea what the hell he was. A jerk, perhaps?
They eyed each other.
“So you met a party.” Diana tried again, with the friendly smile she reserved for only the most trying of customers. “That was…what? A little over a year ago? I can’t imagine she’s changed that much since I last saw her. I mean. You’re the one marrying her. Shouldn’t you know?”
Tristan shrugged in turn; a lighter, more effortless parry. “You’ve known her longer. You last saw her…what?” He mimicked her tone. “A little over three years ago?”
“Yeah.”
He seemed to consider her for a moment.
“I could probably still call your taxi back,” he said. “It’s not too late.”
Diana narrowed her eyes, spine stiffening.
“Too late for what exactly?”
Footsteps sounded on the hallway, light and graceful, shattering the moment. Tristan went quiet.
They both turned inexorably towards the kitchen door and then – there she was. Lucille Wolverton. Barefoot. Leaned against the door as if she had been there all along. In her wedding dress. “Hey stranger,” Lucille said. “Long time no see.”
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