#based on the plot drop

[iamhereinthebg]

I will try to do a post about all the possibilities, the most insane and non logical ones, I have about the Akane we see in the last chapter

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

The scene Minato walks into tonight when he returns home is a cozy one. Amada sits beside Sanada on the couch facing the television, and Aragaki sprawls sideways in the armchair, one leg draped over the arm. Koromaru sits on his other foot, and it looks like he’s watching whatever’s on the screen just as attentively as the other three.

It really is nice to see them getting along the way they are these days. Minato has no idea how he would fare in Amada’s situation, but he can’t imagine it’s easy.

He’s proud.

The sound effects coming from the TV are considerably less cozy than the atmosphere in the lounge. There’s a lot of roaring and screaming, and– crunching noises? Not exactly the kind of movie he expected Amada to be into.

Sanada seems to be having some regrets about their choice of viewing material, wincing dubiously at the screen as another particularly fearful shriek is cut off halfway through by a flurry of snarling and chomping.

Aragaki is the first to notice Minato. He waves, prompting the others to glance in his direction as well. Koromaru immediately stands up and trots over to him, and Minato crouches to return the greeting by mushing Koromaru’s face gently between his palms.

Technically there’s an assignment for Ekoda’s class that he really should finish before they leave for Kyoto, so he isn’t stuck doing it tired out from the return trip, but– it’d be nice to hang out with Amada for a bit before he has to spend four days alone. Something tells him that Sanada and Aragaki had the same motive when they’d sat down.

Plus, the movie does look interesting.

Koromaru happily settles back into his spot atop Aragaki’s foot as Minato takes a seat. Making eye contact with Amada from behind Sanada’s head, Minato raises his eyebrows a little. Amada nods slightly in return as he struggles mightily to keep a straight face.

[otome-on-the-side]

I’ve been a bit too depressed to engage with om much (and this only worsened with how cash grabby nightbringer got, no matter how much I wanted to engage with the story) but it is so sad to see a game that was as promising as it was get throttled by the company that owned it, despite the effort of everyone involved

[purplespacekitty]

donna troy, kyle rayner, jason todd trio run when???

[stardustdiiving]

Sometimes I think about we got the very first rumors that playable Scaramouche would be Anemo + get a design change around July 2022 (it was a month or two out from 3.0 release) and a sizable portion of people were melting down on my Twitter recommended over it bc they were absolutely certain this qualified as genshin “ruining his character”. Like they had a hashtag over it and everything it was so funny

[fishandshesmygills]

i love reading multiple books by the same author and Noticing

[memoryremainsl]

Apesar da vasta coleção de obras sagradas da biblioteca de Circe, haviam obras intocadas que muito chamavam a atenção de Lip. Grimórios encantados que vibravam a energia por dentre suas páginas, cheiram há anos de registros e aprimoramentos, listavam feitiços que nasceram em bocas malditas e reverberavam pelos milênios. E ali estava Lipnía, perante a maior obra de todas. O Grimório de Hécate. Plot drop: Traidor da magia.

Por todos os anos que viveu sob a capa de Circe, buscou chamar a atenção da mãe através de sua dedicação imparável com a prática da magia, investigando profundamente as práticas da linha das mágicas temporais, onde pôde manifestar, pela primeira vez, seu poder herdado da deusa da menor da magia. Um toque, uma visão. O passado era desvendado como um diário, onde Lipnía transitava pelos vislumbres do que já se foi.

Passagens pela Grécia antiga através dos livros de sua mãe eram os passeios mais corriqueiros que possuía enquanto esteve em sua ilha. Mas após isso, quando se escondeu em Tristan da Cunha, não mais se limitou à experiências tão antigas. Blusas, medalhões, brincos. Tudo era um portal para um passado recente, uma memória que vibrava nas linhas do tempo. E aquilo era instigante, completamente instigante.

Mas nada era se comparado com aquela experiência.

Não, aquele era o momento em que seus sonhos como bruxa sempre almejaram. O contato direto com o Grimório de Hécate em um treino comum para feitiços, aproveitando-se da ausência da supervisão dos demais filhos e aprendizes da magia, que pareciam entretidos com outra coisa nas proximidades.

Suas mãos formigavam como nunca. Um sinal da magia que corria por suas veias, ansiosa pelo contato, pelo deslumbre daquilo que poderia estar gravado nas folhas grossas. Aproximou-se do pedestal que guardava a obra após soltar um longo suspiro tentando afastar de si todos os pensamentos ansiosos que cruzavam sua mente. Seus olhos registravam cada detalhe da capa perfeitamente esculpida pelo tempo. Os sinais, as runas, as escritas gregas. Era como um pedaço concreto do passado perante o presente.

Lip ergueu a mão, levemente umedecida pelo suor. O nervosismo tornava sua respiração ofegante, cada vez mais fora de si, cada vez mais angustiada pelo contato que tornou-se lento pelo receio dos resultados. Até que sua mão tocou os escritos.

Mas, estranhamente, nada aconteceu.

Não houve uma passagem ou uma névoa. Absolutamente nada. Havia notado que sua força parecia estar se esvaindo desde o baile, notado que os rituais com seus cristais e ervas não pareciam eficazes, que seu formigamento nas mãos se tornou mais intenso e que sumia repentinamente, sem lhe dar muitas prévias sobre o mundo, mas aquilo? Uma obra tão fantástica não despertou uma memória sequer?

O cenho da filha de Circe se franziu em completa confusão. A boca entreaberta fechou-se, como se algo de errado estivesse acontecendo. A mão espalmada tocou a superfície do livro. Nada. Ela secou as mãos nas roupas, olhando para a sala ao redor de si como se buscasse algo no espaço que estivesse bloqueando seu poder, mas nada achou. O formigamento estava lá, por qual motivo não estava se manifestando?

Ao tornar a olhar para o livro, sentiu um forte arrepio correr sobre sua coluna, como se uma porta estivesse entreaberta e por ela soprasse os ventos do polo norte. O medo do inesperado então surgiu, como um ataque grosseiro. Buscou em si forças significativas para investir novamente na direção daquele livro que em segundos a fez questionar sua capacidade mágica.

Um suspiro longo.

Uma faixa de luz amarela subiu pelo seu braço como uma cobra, dourada e pulsante. Muito mais intensa do que o habitual, muito mais quente. Seus sentidos foram se esvaindo pouco a pouco, até que a energia acertou sua cabeça. Os olhos da filha Circe tomaram a mesma coloração amarelada, estáticos, olhando para o nada. E ela, por sua vez, estava distante dali.

A mão direita ergueu no ar, vagarosamente se direcionando para as folhas, intencionada a abrir aquele maldito grimório de uma vez e reaver parte de sua dignidade mágica. Mas o vento que antes lhe acertou pelas costas pareceu circundar seu corpo por completo e, ao tocar a obra com a ponta de seus dedos, sentiu a explosão dentro de si.

A visão do passado.

A visão de Lili havia escurecido por completo e, ao retornar à luz, estava no meio da floresta. Seus pés pisavam em folhas e pedras, caminhava, como sempre fazia, na direção da luz amarela que conduzia suas visões. Mas algo estava errado. O céu possuía uma coloração anormal, uma cor púrpura, sem nuvens, como um grande cobertor. Entre as árvores, ouvia os passos de alguém na direção da luz e, rapidamente acelerou seu caminhar até o seu destino.

Uma clareira com uma fogueira ao centro. Ao redor da fogueira criada, desenhos no solo se espalhavam por todo o local, numa cor vibrante. Seus olhos analisavam as runas, recordando-se que tratavam de símbolos de proteção. Um anseio por uma proteção exagerada, pensou. O som do fogo crepitando a lenha aumentou cada vez, como se estivesse cada vez mais enfurecido, até que o som de uma voz familiar chamou sua atenção. Semicerrou os olhos na direção daquela familiar que se aproximava do fogo, carregando o Grimório de Hécate em suas mãos.

"Revelo o destino que está por vir, com esta magia, o futuro descobrir. Com a força de Hécate, eu verei além do agora..."

O rosto de Lipnia se desfez em um assombro completo. Futuro? Não, futuro não. Circe não permitia os estudos do futuro. Aquilo era proibido pela mãe, como ela poderia estar fazendo aquilo?!

"PIETRA!" Lipnía gritou em uma ordem de afastamento na direção da semideusa, acreditando que aquela visão lhe responderia em clemência, mas nada foi realizado. Seus pés correram na direção da filha de Hécate, as mãos prontas para agarra-la e lançar seu corpo para longe do livro, mas nada foi manifestado. Ela estava estática, olhos vazios.

Ao se aproximar, Lili deslizou seus olhos para a página aberta do Grimório e viu aquilo que tanto temeu. O feitiço proibido por Quíron, com marcações escuras na folha. Lipnía levou a mão até a boca, tentando segurar em seus lábios o grito de horror que fugiu de sua boca quando seu corpo despencou no chão daquela floresta.

Subitamente arrancada de volta para o presente. Arfando trêmula, as pernas balançando como nunca antes, tomada pelo choque. Os inúmeros questionamentos surgiam em sua mente.

Ela sabia que o ataque aconteceria? Ela agiu para que ele acontecesse? Ela estava sozinha? Ela agiu contra o acampamento? Ela é a traidora? Ela? Pietra!

Sua mão foi recolhida na direção do peito, sentindo um estranho ardor nos olhos e na ponta dos dedos após o contato com aquele fluxo tão intensificado pelo objeto mágico. O som de passos se aproximando fez com que Lili olhasse para trás assustada, os fios de cabelo grudados em sua pele úmida pelo suor, o tremor tomando conta de todo seu corpo.

"O futuro deve permanecer intocável", este era o ensinamento principal da magia dos estudiosos do passado, e aquele que toca o futuro perece por sua ousadia.

Em um restaurante em Austin, Texas...

Richard se retirava do restaurante em que havia feito sua refeição segurando o celular nas mãos, buscando as últimas notificas sobre eventos estranhos que ocorreram na região, algo que pudesse demonstrar a proximidades de semideuses do local para que através deles, encontrasse uma ponte de comunicação para o acampamento meio sangue. Os dedos deslizavam pela tela rapidamente, mas nada lhe parecia convincente. Acidentes de carro, vazamentos de gás... nada que se assemelhasse aos absurdos causados por um monstro. Há tempos não sentia-se próximo de seu objeto de desejo. Na verdade, temia por sua integridade, haja vista que não mais manifestava sua pulsação ao utilizar seu poder. Assim que iniciou seu percurso até o carro, uma estranha força atingiu seus tímpanos, o deixando ensurdecido por alguns segundos e, logo em seguida, o som. O som dos batimentos cardíacos de Lipnía, acelerando majestosamente, como se estivesse perante um grande perigo. Seus olhos encheram-se de lágrimas, uma emoção quase nostalgica de sentir sua pequena deusa viva. Um alívio reconfortante, para aquele homem. Ao retomar a audição, bateu a ponta dos dedos sobre a janela do motorista de seu carro.

"Me leve para Long Island, imediatamente." Seus olhos vibrantes derramavam o convencimento sobre o motorista que, como um zumbi, acenou para seu mestre. "Ela está viva."

@silencehq

Chars citados: @pips-plants

[theskoomacat]

before i start commenting on Silo, i have to share a joke (that sounds better in russian but whatever) that comes to my mind every time i watch this kind of stuff. a family finds a magic lamp and summons the jinn. it announces that the family has three wishes. the daughter immediately screams: "I WANT A HAMSTER!!!", but the father immediately cuts her off: "Fuck the hamster"*. after several horrified seconds he goes: "STOP FUCKING THE HAMSTER"

so like. the thing about Silo s2 is that almost immediately we know exactly what is going to be happening over the next 10 episodes. the rebellion is a huge Chekhov's Cannon 3000 that has been buzzing menacingly since day one. even before that, because a rebellion is a given in this kind of genre. (i also hate how the silo's residents are presented as just A Mob that is swayed by any wind.) whatever. the second is the fact that juliette has to return - the hamster has to be unfucked after we've spent a full season fucking it. which might have been less frustrating if the filler they had to put in s2 had ANY nutritional value. i didn't care much about the 17's survivors, except for maybe Jimmy bc he was at least weird. the rebellion and the power struggle was just BORING, i've seen that shit dozens of times GOD. the rest of the plot is people discovering who's puppeteering the puppeteers - and that stuff is also unsurprising and unexciting. omg i am the Algorithm / guy with a button that can poison everyone, and i'm here to make the entire plot empty by existing. this show failed to give me something original, something unexpected, something with more complicated morality than a Fallout 4 quest. the only thing i can compliment is acting and the sets, but frankly The Foundation (don't ask me why they are comparable in my head) beats it in the latter department.

and there are some things that are simply frustrating. why does everyone focus on the recording of the fake outside when they could clearly see people go out and immediately die? why did the founders even install the fake outside? to make people clean? it's like the founders hung the stability of the silo on the simple act of cleaning the lens and then twisted everything to make people clean them while at the same time putting everyone in danger by lying. the only way i can explain it logicially is if it's all really a huge experiment (groundbreaking) and them's just the rules. you know what i'm too sleepy to remember what else pissed me off but it all just seems like if it is an experiment, it's boring, and if it's not, it's *Spock voice* illogical

anyway. i'm not sure i want to rate this less than From, they had their different good sides, but i truly was scrolling through huge chunks of s2, so that cannot be a good recommendation

[mabaris]

man ok i’ve got so many spoiler tags blocked and the effect instead is that i know Some things are going on but don’t have the full context. but i don’t want to get rid of my filters to understand what everyone else is talking abt because there’s other stuff i want to keep hidden yknow. and i obviously don’t have any way to tell what blocked posts are unimportant enough to look at

[flow2024]

ALSO necromancy ? (diabolik) what is thattttttt

my necromancy diabolik fic is the result of me listening to ballata dell'amore cieco (o dalla vanità) one too many times in a day and brainstorming a fic that is, essentially, what it says on the tin, i.e. the highly canon non-compliant scenario that diabolik Dies on a heist and eva goes slightly off the rails trying to necromance him back to life. fun to think about but i think i need to rework it a bit because the situation itself is very. non-diaboliky.

anyway here's a snippet i wrote when it was consuming my brain entirely:

She doesn’t believe them when they come back two days later and tell her he is dead, that they will kill her too if they do not get what they want. No, instead she laughs and laughs and laughs, because he cannot be killed, she has seen him escape death more times than she can count. Black spots swim across her vision: one of them says something about reducing her dose, waking her up, she’s no use to us like this. She keeps laughing, even when they leave.

They’d taken the cuffs off him to lead him away. That was their first mistake.

She doesn’t believe them even after they stop giving her whatever they’d been using to keep her calm, shivers through the withdrawals for days and shakes her head whenever they tell her he is dead, nobody is coming for you, don’t you understand? He’s dead. You’re alone. Tell us what we want to know.

She doesn’t believe them when they show her the pictures, either. She knows well enough how easy it can be to fake someone’s dead body for photos. The two of them have done it countless times before.

She doesn’t believe them when they take her to see him two days after they tell her he’s dead, not even when she looks at his eyes, staring sightlessly up into nothingness. There is blood everywhere: creative, but slightly too much to be convincing, she thinks. The drugs haven’t quite left her mind completely: she’s dizzy when she stands, when she walks.

She doesn’t believe them until they let her touch the body. She knows well enough how to tell the masks from skin – they’re almost indistinguishable, save for a few tiny details. She knows when she touches the body’s face, brushes its hair back from its forehead where the blood has dried, and her heart stops.

Only then does she believe them. 

She is silent for one terrible minute, unable to tear her eyes away from the body in front of her.

Then she starts screaming, and doesn’t stop.

[yappacadaver]

God I still need to finish the inquisitor Yumi playthrough

[the-kipsabian]

..i have a plot for the soulmates as horror fic finally

the problem is i also have two other longer projects going on at the moment along a few others that ive already started ages ago so its like. i really shouldnt start another multichapter thing

but god im just so happy to have a plot

[webism]

☆ gojo is so big that you have to go slow with taking him otherwise he will break you. and he loves that fact—he’s so cocky about it, about how every aspect of him is so overwhelming to you that you can’t take his cock without crying.

and they’re good tears, tears that taste good on his tongue when he licks them from your cheeks. tears that spring hot in your eyes with every inch he manages into you—he’s too much, though at the same time you can never get enough of him.

“gonna finally take all of me tonight, baby?” he mocks you, grins at the way your eyes squeeze shut as he rubs at your clit in hopes of relaxing you a tad. “you know, i could flip us over.. let gravity do the hard work.”

you accept because it sounds good in theory. gojo flips you both over and lays on his back as you find purchase with your fingers splayed over his heaving chest. but being like this, with satorus pulsing dick still barely half inside of you, you realise gravity hates you.

because although you're dropping just that little bit further down on his cock, your legs are trembling like it's an effort to keep you off of him. and gojo, being the cocky man he is, takes hold of your hips and works you even further downwards onto his length.

"fuck," is all you can manage, he's painful and narcotic all in the same stroke and so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. you shake your head, "i can't. you're too big, im sorry."

satoru shakes his head, looks up at you with those lust-blown eyes of his and smiles. "you want me to pull out?"

and as he tries to pull you up and off his length, slow as not to hurt you, there's a look on his face that you can't miss. he's so pretty when he's plotting, but you're only given a second to admire him, because just as he's about to pull the tip of his aching cock out of you, he lets go of your hips.

and your legs fail you, your body collapses downwards and you, in turn, are impaled on his prodigious length once again. you could cry, you think you do—your cheeks are wet when you fall forwards and your gasp of shock is swallowed by gojo, who kisses you hungrily. his fingers dig into your hips as he smiles against your kiss.

you feel his cock twitch inside of you, deeper than you've ever been able to take him before, and you realise you're practically at the base. you've never felt so full... so good... so stretched out and overwhelmed. and when your boyfriend tests the waters and fucks up into you just a little, a breathy moan is drawn straight from your lungs.

"toru—"

"shh," he snaps his hips up again to stall your words. "finally gonna cum inside of you, baby, not pulling out until you're left just as full as you are now."

and if your lover is anything at all, it's a man of his words. you'll have to call in sick tomorrow.

[sabertoothwalrus]

Ace Attorney: Trials in Paradise 🌅

— an AA7 fan concept —

Initial Premise:

Since it’s designed for the Switch 2 (and thus made for a larger screen), the game will almost always have 2-3 characters on screen at a time, and will feature dozens of unique interaction animations between all sorts of character combos.

There has been another 7 year timeskip.

The old judge retired, and the new judge is his granddaughter!

The jurist system is featured.

This concept is heavily based around these designs.

The characters would have multiple outfits throughout the game, which become unlockable costumes, much like the DLC costumes of DD, SoJ, and TGAA games.

While this is way too specific to truly be a "prediction" of what aa7 could be, I tried to keep it (mostly) realistic to what I thought could actually be in an ace attorney game!

📦 Case 1: Turnabout Homecoming

Trucy left the nest and Phoenix doesn’t like living alone anymore, so Phoenix is moving into Edgeworth’s house. Apollo— who recently got his driver's license— was driving the moving van, and was accused because a body had been found in the vehicle. The true killer was one of the movers. I like the idea that you'd have to look through boxes for evidence, maybe the murder weapon was hidden within their belongings.

Defendant: Apollo Defense: Phoenix Weird Girl: Edgeworth Prosecutor: Diana Payne (Winston’s daughter) Detective: (drumroll…) Godot!! Witnesses: Larry (he was helping with the move), Leslie (one of the movers) Victim: Bee(another one of the movers) Killer: Anne(third mover)

(rest of the cases and a lotttt more art under the cut ↓ )

🎢 Case 2: Rollercoaster Turnabout

Maya and Pearl are on vacation at Blue Badger Land. Pearl is accused of murder after a body is found on an unpopular attraction that only Pearl enjoys going on. As an aside, Gumshoe is retired from detective work, and now works as a dog trainer. He trained Armando's service dog, Spot O'Coffee. Wendy Oldbag also serves as a witness, but she's pretty old at this point. Her memory has become fuzzy with age, and her testimonies begin to mix up information from other trials (which will be little references to previous games).

Defendant: Pearl Defense: Apollo Weird Girl: Maya Prosecutor: Klavier Detective: Godot Witnesses: Gumshoe (and his kids, Callum & Beau), Wendy Oldbag, Ride Operator Victim: Ride Safety Inspector Killer: Park Manager

💍 Case 3: My Love, Turnabout

Klavier has arranged a collab performance between Trucy and Lamiroir. Hugh Dini, Trucy's assistant and boyfriend, is accused when his stunt double is found dead. Hugh is very cagey about his alibi, but it's because he was planning to propose and didn't want Trucy to know yet. Franziska takes this and spins it into a jealousy plot, and insinuates he killed his stunt double out of envy. Because Hugh is actually pretty shy, he has a habit of not speaking up, which only incriminates him further. A twist in the case is revealed during a cross-examination when it turns out the "gold band" the witness is referring to wasn't Hugh's engagement ring, but instead about a gold bangle. This immediately puts Apollo under suspicion, until Phoenix drops a hint that someone else (Lamiroir) has a gold bracelet as well. The truth about Trucy and Apollo's sibling relationship is revealed when Athena finds an unexpected emotion in Phoenix's mood matrix, and Lamiroir decides it’s time to break the news.

Defendant: Hugh Dini Defense: Athena Weird Girl: Phoenix, Apollo (← steps in when Phoenix has to get cross-examined) Prosecutor: Franziska Detective: Ema Witnesses: Lamiroir, Trucy, Hugh Dini Fangirl Victim: Hugh's Stunt Double Killer: Jealous Trucy Stan

🏝️ Case 4: The Getaway

This one isn’t a traditional case.

After Manfred Von Karma divorced his first wife, Bianka, he moved to Europe, and his previous home was left uninhabited until his eldest daughter, Karla Von Karma, discovers she has inherited it. She decides to turn the beachside property into a bed & breakfast, and invites her half-sister Franziska and adoptive brother Edgeworth to give the manor a trial run and let her know if it’s suitable for visitors. Edgeworth brings along Wright Anything Agency, because… why not treat them to a break?

But of course, their vacation quickly takes a turn when they find a literal skeleton in the closet.

Not all of the rooms in the estate had been searched. Manfred’s study has a large, padlocked safe, and Karla hadn’t gotten around to hiring a locksmith to open it for her. Phoenix tries “0001” for the hell of it, and the only thing more surprising than that combination successfully opening the safe is the body folded up inside.

They can’t imagine the killer was anyone other than Manfred Von Karma, but— since he’s already been executed— they’re not sure if a trial even needs to be held. They need to investigate the situation to determine with absolute certainty it was, in fact, Von Karma, because otherwise they’d need to find a new suspect. Obviously, the group of criminal justice lawyers aren’t not going to get to the bottom of it.

Except Apollo, who has decided he wants nothing to do with solving the murder. He came on this trip for a vacation, dammit, and that's exactly what he's gonna do. He heads back outside to the beach, and leaves everyone else to the investigation.

The first mystery is figuring out when the murder happened. The police arrive, and Ema estimates that the remains are about 30-40 years old, which is around the time the Von Karma family moved out. Since Manfred & Bianka had divorced in 1999, they start to wonder if Manfred had even still been residing here when the murder took place, but the body is found with a train ticket dated for January of 2002. A time period that just so happens to line up with the one singular vacation Manfred took during his entire career— to recover from a gunshot wound that he couldn’t even trust a doctor with knowing about.

The body is wearing a housekeeper's uniform, and they identify her as Ophelia Falsch. They conclude that she was killed because she had discovered Manfred’s injury, and he wanted to eliminate the witness. They think they have the case over and done with, but then Ema comes back with the dental analysis. She explains there was no dental record of an "Ophelia Falsch", but the teeth did match Bianka Von Karma.

This raises some questions. Why was Bianka dressed as Ophelia? Was there a more personal reason Manfred could have killed his ex-wife? Could Ophelia have been involved as well?

Since the murder happened so long ago, they don't even know where to begin with finding witnesses. Karla was 18 at the time of the murder, and had just moved out, so she wasn't present. Edgeworth, of all people, is the one to suggest an unconventional idea: why not ask Von Karma himself?

The manor is in a remote location that's only accessible by train or boat, and since it's late, Maya won't be able to get there until the next morning. In the meantime, they check up on Apollo, only to find him getting scolded by a woman about having his chair on the beach. She explains that she's Karla's daughter, Angelika Von Karma, and that she's impassioned about marine ecology. She just discovered the beach had become a nesting site for an endangered species of sea turtles, and is worried about disrupting it.

The next morning, Maya arrives, and Phoenix and Edgeworth hold a mock trial in the foyer. Manfred is channeled, but is uncooperative, so they try... a different method. Phoenix and Edgeworth perform a reenactment of how they think the murder happened, while Trucy and Athena watch Manfred to see if they can glean any information based on his reactions.

Manfred breaks down and confesses to the murder, but is telling the truth when he says that he didn't know the victim was Bianka; he did, in fact, think he had killed a housekeeper who found out about his gunshot wound. After this, his spirit is released.

As puzzling as this is— who was Ophelia, anyway?— they can't do anymore investigating because Karla has become very upset. The whole ordeal has caused long-repressed emotions to resurface. She's always felt a little bit resentful towards Franziska because their father left Bianka for Franziska's mother, Levina, and always felt like she had her family taken from her. On top of that, Manfred had done everything he could to get full custody of Karla in the divorce, and she never saw her mother again. She's angry that that wasn't enough— he'd gone and killed her too.

Karla and Franziska get into a big fight, and the whole trip ends up cancelled.

🚂 Case 5: Turnabout Train Car

They all board the train to head home. The mood is really awkward and it's kind of a bummer. Since the train is only way out of the area, Karla has to board as well, albeit in another car.

And because nothing is ever easy, there’s a murder on the train.

The victim was the owner of the train, Diesel Porter. He was found in his private sleeping room, and the only other room on that train car was being occupied by Karla, so naturally, she is accused.

Since Ema and the police are already on the train, they’re able to take control of the situation until the train makes it back to town. The Wright Anything Agency isn’t allowed to investigate the crime scene much, so they opt to interrogate the other odd passengers.

They get a helpful tip from the train’s bartender that Cole Porter, son of Diesel Porter, had been making plans to build a resort. They also find out that the train company had been losing money, since they weren’t getting many passengers.

The next day in court, Phoenix claims Cole killed his father to inherit the company, but Cole denies it because, why would he want to inherit a dying company? And Phoenix turns it around by bringing up the resort plans and how he wanted to build it on Karla’s property. He couldn’t just kill Karla, because then they’d have to take care of Angelika and Franziska too, so they needed Karla to feel like she had no choice but to sell it.

The trial goes to recess and Cole is apprehended for questioning, but at that moment they get word that someone else has just been murdered on the train— the bartender from before.

Phoenix goes back to the train investigate and boards when it’s stopped on the mountaintop station. While he’s investigating the train’s caboose, Cole’s wife, Electra, detaches it from the rest of the train. Cole and his wife were in cahoots! Phoenix is sent hurtling backwards down the mountain in the runaway car, and manages to pull the emergency brake just before reaching the bottom. He’s ended up back by the manor, and calls to have a boat sent to pick him up.

While he waits, he finds Angelika is still here studying the turtles. She gives him permission to go inside the manor again to investigate. He finds the deed to the house, along with an old photo that has a letter written on the back. It’s addressed to Bianka from Levina (Franziska’s mother).

The case is solved when Phoenix proves that both Cole & Electra Porter were involved in the murders. The land becomes protected by the government in order to keep the sea turtles safe, since they are endangered.

After the trial, Phoenix shows Karla and Franziska the letter he’d found. It turns out Levina hired Bianka as a housekeeper under the alias “Ophelia” so that she could still see her daughter Karla. The photo depicts a teenage Karla playing with a baby Franziska. Levina and Bianka had a good relationship, and had made efforts to keep their families together.

Karla and Franziska apologize to each other, and agree to get along better.

Defendant: Karla Von Karma Defense: Phoenix Weird Girl: Athena & Apollo Prosecutor: Franziska Detective: Ema & Godot Witnesses: Train Conductor, Old Passenger, Tain Bartender Victim: Diesel Porter Killer: Cole & Electra Porter

💃 (DLC) Case 6: Turnabout Runway

Klavier has been invited as a guest judge for a fashion tv competition. He invites Pearl (and Apollo) to the shooting as an apology for accusing her for murder & because of their shared interest in fashion. "Lip sync for your life" but literally.

Defendant: Lady Killer Defense: Athena Weird Girl: Pearl Prosecutor: Blackquill Detective: Ema Witnesses: ensemble of drag queens/models, Klavier Victim: Taxi Macabre Killer: Paul Rue

[jaesblogstuff]

Attitude, No problem. Simon knows how to handle it.

we all know where this is headed...don't we now, i’ll think about a pt.2 (i thought about it)

It happens, wrong side of the bed today. Didn’t wake up plotting to be a menace. But something about today’s been off since your feet hit the floor. Your shirt didn’t sit right. Coffee tasted burnt. The recruits acted like they were sharing a single brain cell and juggling it between drills. You snapped—nothing major, just enough to charge the air around you. A muttered, “fuckin' recruits,” under your breath. A scowl that hadn’t left since 0800.

Simon clocked it before anyone else. of course he did.

You could feel his eyes on you all day. Subtle, sure—but there. Tracking you. Watching like a man waiting for the other shoe to drop. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t push. But he noticed. In the hallway, on the range, during debrief. Like he was cataloguing every scowl, every clipped reply, every shrug you weaponized like a shield.

And when he finally finds you alone, it’s like he’s already decided how this is gonna go.

You’re in the armory. Polishing a sidearm you don’t even need. Just something to do with your hands. You needed the quiet. The distance.

Then he walks in. Boots heavy. Shoulders loose. That calm, unreadable thing he does when he’s already two steps ahead.

“y'all right?” he says.

You don’t look up. “Fine.”

He comes closer, leans against the edge of the workbench, arms folded. “Was thinkin’ we’d grab food after shift. That Thai place you like.”

You shrug. “I don’t care. Do whatever.”

It hangs in the air like a dare. You don’t mean it to, but it does. He licks his lips before they form a thin line. The door clicks behind him, and he walks up behind you. Not touching, but hovering close to your ear.

There’s a pause.

Then his voice—low, quiet. That particular kind of still that comes before a storm.

“You’re gonna fix that attitude,” he says, “or am I gonna have to fuck it out of you?”

You freeze.

His eyes are steady. Fixed. He says it like a warning. Like a promise. Like he’s already halfway to making good on it. And the worst part? It works. Your gut flips. Heat curls at the base of your spine. You know that voice—know what it means when he drops it like that. When he stops being soft.

“Now i’m going to ask again, Was thinkin’ we’d grab food after shift. That Thai place you like.”

You blink, throat dry. “Yeah. Thai sounds good.”

His head tilts slightly. Jaw flexes once. Then, flat and final-

“Good. that sounds better.” leaving a nice tap to your ass.

And then he’s gone, leaving you there with nothing but the hum of fluorescent light and a pulse you can’t quite settle.

Whatever’s still simmering under your skin?

He’ll handle it later. Exactly the way you need.

[danielnelsen]

so i beat the greater mistral on my first try. it's level 17 and im level 18, so i didnt think i would be able to (solo+nightmare).. it took more than 30 minutes, which is waaaaay too long lmao

oh but you will notice i didnt use any potions. ive got such a good set of abilities and gear that i regen a lot of health and pretty much always have a barrier up

i think my previous run (all trials active for the whole game) really ruined the way i play. that made health potions useless, so i put a lot of work into figuring out the best setup to keep my health, so now i just forget i can actually heal lmao