#bluefaewren

[de-angulorum-et-angelorum]

When Sophie murders Fintan in Oblivimyre, she unlocks another power: she becomes Sophie Ruewen of the Sun, one of four elementals. As their world dissolves further into chaos, Fitz of the Pearl and Dex of the Earth find comfort in each other, no matter how bad things get.

And things get bad.

[astrolavas]

What do you consider to be the “big plans” for Hunter? I was expecting it to be something along the lines of him used as a vessel for Belos/the day of unity magic or are we just saying that the big plans were a lie to make him compliant and so Belos could have a soldier?

pretty sure there were no big plans. it was just a way for belos to manipulate hunter further, make him listen, make him think he has a specific use, that he's "special" therefore should be more worried abt disappointing belos. he never even spoke to the titan but because he was thought to speak to the titan, he even used that to make hunter more loyal to him. "titan has big plans for you" as a way to make him more dependable, more under pressure, easier to mold into what belos wanted him to be. and it's.... oof, yeah

there wasn't even any big reason for him to make grimwalkers. like, sure, they were useful as his little helper assistants, but besides that? he was creating them from his own selfish desires. he was mad that his brother, upon coming to the demon realm, realized they were all wrong about witches, and grew to like magic as well; and then he fell in love with a witch, and with this place. belos felt "betrayed" by him so not only did he kill him, he made it his own personal mission to just..... keep creating clones of him. versions of his own brother that would be better.

he wanted to have a version of caleb that he could make actually listen to him, actually do what he was told and.. yeah. he never saw any of the grimwalkers he'd created as people of course, just as these...... things that he could make and then destroy for any reason with no repercussions or feelings involved whatsoever.

i'm pretty sure he realized that making a grimwalker that wouldn't "betray" him wasn't possible after the first few tries, though, because, at their core, every single grimwalker was a good person. like i'm sure they weren't all identical copies of each other, each one differed in some ways, but we DO know every single one of them decided to betray belos after finding out what he was actually like, that he was evil. we see that goodness in hunter too, we see that the thing that he'd always wanted was to just... do good; and that's what he'd thought he was doing, all his life, he'd thought he was helping belos do sth good as well (obviously..... not the case but OOF LMAO). and we know belos thought hunter would last longer than the others, maybe because of just how loyal and devoted he was, because of how assured he was of the fact that belos actually cared for and loved him; but belos still knew he'd question and betray him eventually. because they all do when they find out the truth, and he knows he can't change it.

also even the fact that belos planned the day of unity, and still gave hunter the sigil. like hunter could turn out to be the most "loyal" and "perfect" grimwalker ever, never question belos, remain at his side through it all, and that wouldn't matter, belos was going to leave him for dead for the day of unity no matter what. he'd just..... DIE. belos knew that when he was putting the sigil on him all those years ago and didn't care. he knew he wouldn't need him after.

so yeah, uh, belos creating grimwalkers stopped having any sense or end goal or a reason really, really quick. he started treating it as this weird, entertaining experiment he was doing on the side; and all the manipulation, lying, the control he had, the power to shape all the grimwalkers into who he wanted them to be, into someone who’d think belos loves them but be subconsciously terrified of him anyway? he found it all FUN, he was having a great time! and then, to add onto that, look at how his demeanor changes when luz sees through him in elsewhere and elsewhen, or how he acts in hollow mind. not only does he love manipulating people, he enjoys seeing them piece it all together. he loves the shock, the surprise on their faces; he feels superior that he’d managed to fool them for so long, he feels in control of the situation. so i’m convinced that every single time a grimwalker questions belos, he finds both that and the aftermath (which is..... killing them in a quick yet brutal way) entertaining, pleasant. no reason for it all except getting some enjoyment out of it.

i hate him

[laquilasse]

I have. So many questions about Klavier and Kristoph’s relationship and I was curious your thoughts on it?? Because there’s no way that Kristoph doesn’t care about Klavier at all and was only manipulating him for gain this whole time, like they are brothers and grey up together, but at the same time it’s not like he ever protected Klavier and genuinely valued his safety

I haven’t finished AJ yet so I have more to learn but in light of your recent comic I was curious what your thoughts were!

Ok I need you to finish AJ first because everything I have to say about this topic is spoilers, and even if you already know all the spoilers you should really just experience it so that you know firsthand specific quotes that get brought up and in what context

[tfwlawyers]

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.

[magicalwalrus]

Alright I see that you’ve read some of the locked tomb and I was wondering - what did you think of harrow the ninth? I read Gideon and enjoyed it somewhat (thought I’m not a SUPER big high fantasy person) but I’ve heard very mixed reviews of harrow. I might try to read it but im not 100% sure yet

I really loved GtN but I honestly liked HtN even more. I think the most common complaint about HtN is that you sort of get reintroduced to everything and you're left not really knowing what's going on at first -- but personally, I didn't find HtN any harder to get into than GtN. I also really loved a lot of the new characters and their dynamics! And if you can handle the confusion of the first bit it's really worth it imo! The last part of the HtN especially had me really really hooked and I've found that now I've read the whole book, going back to the first parts with more context makes them really cool and engaging to read a second time.

[theluckiestlb]

I’ve been reading a couple of your ‘equivalent exchange’ theories and I was wondering - I read a fic a while ago where Sabine got exchanged for Emilie. What do you think of that? It was the sort of equivalent roles in the main persons life instead of hurting Gabriel. Also - what do you think of the ‘Emilie is not a great person like her husband and cousin and trusted employee’? Instead of her being the perfect kind mother that we’ve seen through Adriens eyes, she’s much more like Gabriel.

(Previous equivalent exchange posts: i.  ii.)

I believe equivalency is the key aspect of the exchange—something which Sabine can’t fulfill for Gabriel/his character arc. One could technically argue that Sabine and Emilie are both mothers, therefore it would be an equivalent exchange. That could only function from a child’s perspective and would not be applicable in Gabriel’s case. Sabine means nothing to him, so her sacrifice would not be equivalent to the loss of his wife. 

However, the loss of Adrien would presumably match the weight of Emilie’s. As previously mentioned, I do not think Gabriel would purposefully sacrifice his son. But we’ve clearly seen his arrogance and reckless choices—so the outcome could be an unintentional consequence.  

Alternatively, if Gabriel has developed romantic feelings for Nathalie and stops denying them, her sacrifice could be considered an equivalent exchange. Nathalie has repeatedly stated in canon that she’s devoted and would do anything for him, so it’s not outside of the realm of possibility. What kind of relationship could one even have with a man who refuses to move on? Most definitely none if his wife returns from death’s doorstep. 

As for the question regarding Emilie’s character, it’s hard to say. We don’t know why she and Gabriel sought out/stole the miraculous—or why they chose to wield them—but the actions are suspicious in themselves.  

[blueskittlesart]

I watched like the first three episodes of rwby, and was kinda ‘meh’. Does it get any better??

yes!! it really starts to get interesting in v3 in my opinion because that’s when shit hits the fan. v1 and v2 are more about setting up the characters and the story that really starts to take off in v3. 

[daily-miracuclass]

Could I request some Ladybug and (dang it what’s Kagami’s miraculous name)

Here it is! Hope it’s fine that it accidentally turned into animal crossing fanart as well ahsjdjdkkf

Thanks for the request!

[iamforevercaptured]

Hey, I’ve seen some posts about you being a vet and have a question - is it possible to volunteer at a vet clinic as a high schooler with no training? After covid, of course. I’m interested in medicine in general and like animals and wondered if it would be possible to help out there in any way. Thank you!

Hi sweetheart!

So I am not a vet -yet- but I’m working on it.

To answer your question it’s dependent on the clinic. With covid right now, no probably not, but after maybe. You need to check with the clinics you’re interested in. Just ask, they’ll let you know.

Right now you might be able to call and ask if there is any way you can help them out. Some clinics may be interested in someone to help out cleaning. But again, this is very dependent on the clinic.

I know the rescues will ALWAYS be open to volunteers and help. So if you can’t get into the vet clinics, help at the rescues and shelters. Any experience can be helpful in the future if you do go toward the animal field, and can help you figure out if it’s something you want to do in the future. Also many shelters have their own “medical” facilities on their campus. They are usually for small emergencies, basics vaccinations, and quick exams. The vet they use will come a certain day a week or something usually. Every shelter is different. This is useful as a volunteer because if you build enough rapport with the staff you may be able to make some connections with the vet or technicians that work with them.

My first job was at a dog hotel. Yes dog hotel. It was a boarding and grooming facility basically, but working with the dogs and doing the basic care stuff and learning about grooming them really solidified for me that I had to work with animals. Like it was my Ah-Ha moment.

I hope some of this info helped answer your question :)

(Also just as a disclaimer, this is all based on my own experience so things could be different wherever y’all are. I don’t speak for everyone/every shelter/clinic.)

Thanks for the ask lovely! ❤���

[de-angulorum-et-angelorum]

hello

essentially i just wanted to sort some of the fics i read. ask box for recommendations. my fandoms for this account are riordanverse, kotlc, and marauders.

All time favorites (in no particular order) :

Rewrite the Stars by kingburu

Netherside by skyrat

Countdown by sincere_lies

Snowfall by bluefaewren

just lovers (like we were supposed to be) by bizarrestars

honorable mentions:

step into daylight and let it go by serendipitysirius

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? by georgia_sk

The Long Game by lackadaisical_lizard

Only The Brave by solmussa

Stray Demigod by ElfGrove

tags - (use the search bar)

jasico, jason grace, nico di angelo, ace, mortal jason, mortal nico, riordanverse, percy jackson, percico, amnesiac jason, ambassador nico

fedex, kotlc, fitz vacker, dex dizznee

marauders, jegulus, james potter, regulus black, wolfstar, remus lupin, sirius black, dorlene, dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon, rosekiller, evan rosier, barty crouch jr, bartylus, peter pettigrew, pandora lovegood, jegulus raising harry, fake dating, pandora, lily evans, pandalily, horcrux hunting, mary macdonald, andromeda black tonks

harry potter, draco malfoy, drarry, ron weasley, hermione granger,

angel demon au, godswap au, mortal au, cupid au, soulmates au

canon compliant

[maridotnet]

thinking about all dressed up and nowhere to go by @bluefaewren again and so should you read it read it let me paint the picture: Alya is in an arranged marriage with Adrien. Marinette is making the wedding dress. Nino is also there and he’s the best one. LOTS of wringing of hearts and hands, and additionally really pretty dresses anyway it was one of those fics that made me stay up ‘til 3 am because I had to finish it and so should you

[trustmewiththemmiraculous]

Recommended Fanfics! (will be updated as I read more)

Updated Tuesday, 18th January 2022

Class Salt Fics/ Lila Exposed

Marinette: Style Princess by Dittany5 on Ao3

Fashion Upgrade by @soap-lady on Ao3 also on Tumblr

When a teacher fails by Dreamelilly018 on Ao3

The Queen Has Returned At Last by worstficsintheuniverse on Ao3

A Marinette Original by LadyEnna_50 on Ao3

Rossi by parisique on Ao3

Bluebell Code by Soul Queen on Ao3

Revenge by peterparkerpanic on Ao3

The Reigning Queens by Kitten Noirette on Ao3

Miraculous sugar and salt by Phantombullets240 on Ao3

Red Queen by Lil_sphinx on Ao3

A miraculous movie by Leia_of_the_meadow on Ao3

Marinette Protection Squad by Morning_Star57 on Ao3

Unveiling Lila by catcathlee on Ao3

Social Liar by SuperPsychoNutcase on Ao3

Just a friend (songfic) by @mochinek0

Chloé, Mayor's Daughter, Model and Superhero by Storagethoughts85 on Ao3

Kingdom come (series) by BrokenWingedTenshi on Ao3

Prom Queen | Miraculous Ladybug by 1800SADOMASOCHIST on Ao3

You can't f**k With me, if you wanted to by PlutoOnCoffee on Ao3

I think I saw a Kwami! By IrishDreamer4 on Fanfiction.net

Marinette Moves Schools Au

Fashion Forward by Writing_Like_Ill_Die

Recommencer by Writing_Like_Ill_Die

Begin Again by Kanzakura on Ao3

Random Au's

All dressed up and nowhere to go by BlueFaeWren on Ao3

Can Stand on my own by Aviva_Hellar04 on Ao3

The Misadventures of Prince Kim by Snekwami on Ao3

Who are we (if not who they've made us to be) by Caicie on Ao3

#NewestWayne is trending folks by FanFiction_Artist_Prototype on Ao3

Daminette

But think of the content! By you_wish_you_knew_8755 on Ao3

The Great Ikea Game by IcedAquarius on Ao3

Look what you made me do by Kiatana6 on Ao3

Four times the Ladybug magic teleported Marinette to where she would be safest, and the one time she was already there by EditorOfEverything on Ao3

the reports associated with my existence have been significantly misconstrued by davidstennant on Ao3

Love Square

A sure thing by Baneismydragon on Ao3 (marichat)

Unlikely Friendship/relationships

The Vibrant Truth by BrokenWingedTenshi on Ao3 (Lila & Marinette friendship)

Tags

All the HBIC MLB fics I can find on Ao3 created by @1rosebyanyothername

The Ultimate HBIC miraculous collection by @1rosebyanyothername

(Linked below)

It's a great tag with a bunch of HBIC fics on Ao3 and they're awesome, majority of the fics I recommend are in there!

Also if you guys find any of the authors social media accounts please feel free to tell me so I can tag them because they all deserve to be recognized!

[willowchild]

Guys there's a new picrew by @distressedtape

Here's mine!

Here's the link

@bluefaewren @thesnowqueen @paradoxicalzero @xkiller-queenx and anyone else reading this

[magicalwalrus]

You are going to take me out with all of your beautiful OCs and drawings! The poses, the expressions,,,, just extraordinary

I hope you’re doing well :)

ajskseuejsns thank you!!!! 🥺🥺🥺💙💙

i’m doing well, i hope you are too!

[ao3feed-wrightworth]

ten minutes past three

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HkEsax

by BlueFaeWren

Two late-night conversations between Phoenix and Miles. Words come a lot easier in the middle of the night, don’t they?

Words: 1422, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth

Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Additional Tags: POV Phoenix Wright, Post-Gyakuten Saiban 2 | Justice For All, Gyakuten Saiban 2 | Justice For All Spoilers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HkEsax

[brittsarts]

Page 44 & 45

Big thanks to @chaotic-chaton and @dfcfanfics for your lovely comments on the previous update! you are both amazing and i love your support. 

also: i’d like to remind everyone that i’m not able to tag people on each update. it’s time consuming and stops working after so many tags. i’ll tag those who asked this time but if you want to follow Tyger Tyger (the comic), please click “get notifications” on my blog in the corner! <3 thank muchly. 

tagged: @rikareena @charlieglass42 @bluefaewren @xelaaaaa @three-out-of-10 @blackrosee3 @actualpolarbeartakingaselfie

Author: @dfcfanfics

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