I wonder how different the ending of the dlc would be if Miquella hadn’t abandoned his love, if he hadn’t abandoned Trina. Would we still be able to reason with him? Appeal to his better nature? Just imagining being able to bring Trina in with us as a way to defuse the situation, being able to not fight and just talk, makes me feel insane.
What if we could show Miquella just how much of a monster he had become, that all this isn’t right, by bringing Trina back to him. How can you bring an age of compassion without your love, Miquella?
God I am mourning the story we could’ve had for this dlc.
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Is there a corner of the Ace Attorney fandom with amicably divorced and coparenting Wrightworth? Because as fun as it is to play with the gay lawyer tension I personally struggle to see Edgeworth in particular putting up with Phoenix’s chaotic disaster bi energy long enough for a stable long-term relationship.
But as amicably divorced co-parents and courtroom rivals?? Yes please. Give me that drama. Let Trucy spend weekends with her second dad and let Edgeworth gossip freely about all the reasons it didn’t work out between them. There’s at least like 10k+ Wrightworth fics surely I’m not the only one with this vision.
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WIP FRIDAY
I apologize for getting this out two days late, I’ve been busy with lots of packing and events! But I have a little reprieve, so I wanted to post another WIP; this one is from Heart Full, Bowl Empty.
BE AWARE THAT THIS SEGMENT INVOLVES A CONVERSATION REVOLVING AROUND UNWILLING BUT INTENTIONAL STARVATION. I know there are people who say they can’t read this fic because of themes like this, so be aware of this before reading this WIP!!
I included this snippet in today’s WIP because I have like three versions of the entire segment this snippet is from. I feel like it’s a really important segment with a really important conversation, and I’ve had a hard time balancing all the emotions the way I want to between Ingo and Akari, with frustration, sadness, anger, and empathy, to realistically get them to the resolution I want at the end of it.
The final version will probably only include a few parts from this particular segment.
Enjoy!!
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“I knew it! You’re doing it again!” Akari’s eyebrows scrunched, trying to understand through the frustration. “You said you wouldn’t!”
“Circumstances will improve soon.” Clearly done with the conversation, that was all Ingo said, but it was confession enough that he had fallen back on his word. Shame contaminated his voice, but if there was any regret, he hid it well.
“No, it won’t!” They were not even half-way through winter yet. “And you know it won’t!”
Ingo said nothing as the kits carefully moved around his slumped form, finding comfortable places to settle around him. She didn’t know if he intended to snuff the conversation out with angered silence, or if he was just too exhausted to care about arguing with her anymore. If it wasn’t for his small occasional signs of movement or acknowledgement, she’d think he was actually sleeping.
Akari carefully stepped into the nesting layers, moving to sit down next to Ingo. She settled with her back against the cavern wall, pulling her knees close as a few kits shuffled around to accommodate her. “You know I’m right.”
Huffing out an irritated sigh and nothing more, it didn’t seem like Ingo had any intentions to engage with her argument anymore.
“You couldn’t even pull yourself up over the ridge,” She prodded at him again, trying to motivate more conversation out of him. “I had to help you!”
“There are many, many factors that go into that.” A reluctant answer, perhaps a reflexive attempt to quell her worry; Ingo feebly rubbed his wrapped hand, almost as a display for his excuse.
“I’ve seen you do more when you’ve been hurt worse.” Akari retorted, a little softer now but still cold.
Ingo’s eyes remained closed, though his hardened expression implied that it came across as more accusatory than she’d intended. But perhaps it was precisely the time to be accusatory.
“Ingo, you’re so tired all the time now – you stopped coming to the training grounds because you just can’t make the trips all the time anymore! And you’re sleeping so much more than you used to, and it’s like you’re always hungry all the time, even though all I see you doing anymore is gathering food!” Akari’s voice grew more jagged as she continued to jab at him, entirely uninterrupted.
It was getting difficult. With Ingo’s tunic still sopping by the bucket, still somewhat red from the exhausted effort of washing out the blood, it could not hide the ribs that pressed out just a little bit more, or help fill out what the waistline had lost under the loosening belt. The abject dread of directly acknowledging that was too much.
“And- and look! You aren’t even willing to hold a conversation with me anymore, and I don’t know if it’s because you just won’t, or because you can’t!” The kits shifted uncomfortably as Akari retreated back into her own frustration instead. “People think you’re sick, Ingo! They’re asking me about you! What are you doing?”
The exhausted man remained where he laid in the nesting material, only moving his hands to rub at his face and sigh — a deep, forced sigh that swelled his side before releasing. Akari almost didn’t think he’d answer her, but with some effort, he propped himself up first onto his elbows, then slumped forward. The teen watched him run shaky fingers through his hair as he sat next to her.
“…I don’t know what I should do.” The guilt. The weary guilt cracked his voice and tore Akari’s anger down to heartache.
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I’d write with you if you didn’t make all your muses fags there’s nothing worse than having good muses written by women obsessed with turning straight men into fags
tw; I don’t answer rude messages like this and I won’t after this one either but I felt I needed to address this one in particular cuz it’s super lame to like the entire rp community.
first fiiirst first. like heeeell fuckin yeah man non-straight people exist and they have sex!
first. not a girl, I’m literally male my guy, just out here living wild and free with a weener and balls lmao. so there’s that. second who cares if girls write gay fic about the characters they like it doesn’t even affect you??? third. don’t slur me or at me that’s really messed up man and I wouldn’t write with you anyway. Fourth. I’d have rather you just dmed me instead of this cause it feels really childish and knowing there’s still people in the rpg community with really bad intentions, takes, and mindsets like this makes it hard for others to take risks and chances on fic and muses that they interpret in ways that aren’t heteronormative or cis aligned. people interpret characters differently in more ways than just sexuality and it’s fluidity and that’s great, just let people exist how they feel comfortable to exist, they’re not hurting you.
lastly. this is fiction. these aren’t real life people my guy. none of this is deep enough to send messages like this. people create and write such amazing work here and you just trivialize it all to “eeeew girls are taking over cool characters and ruining my machismo vibes writing gay people having sex eeeeeew”
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What if Frankenstein was a doomed romance. Like creating someone to love you but realizing any love you artificially create won’t last and is broken because it’s not real. What twisted love you’ve created. What do you do if that creature starts loving you? What do you do when that creature learns how to be someone outside of you? How to be more than what you created? More than your purpose?
Doomed both ways. Frankenstein desperate for love and so so toxic to any growth outside of the box he created. The so called monster growing outside the limits, learning to love more than Frankenstein but not wanting to leave. Every kind of growth there could be, killed.
What if they were lesbians.
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