#nothing can. fuck turnabout big top.

[transguyedgeworth]

OH HEY YEAH i think the main difference that makes my opinions on certain aa things like. differ from like general consensuses or whatever is the fact that I HAVENT ACTUALLY BEEN PLAYING THE GAMESSSSS i own the first one and played it a long long time ago but other than that. sdfhdfjd i kinda feel bad abt it tbh but whats done is done honestly,, but yeah ive been watching those no commentary walkthroughs on yt since 2, basically i havent done aai2 yet bc i went to aai after 4 and after that i was like I MISS PHOENIXXX so ive been on dual destinies and im abt 2/3 through that.. so my plan is to then go to aai2 and then soj. and tbh i might actually try to emulate and like PLAY those but ive never emulated before so shits scary... whether or not i do that tho i do think i wanna get the turnabout collection for my switch and then i can play thru 2 and 3 eventually n all that shit i am not immune to consumerism smh

as for reginas theme idk man its just me i dont like it u cant make me like it.. like tbh i actually think its like good as in its Effective i think.. but like my ears just hate it idk. i feel like its repetitive too and so it just gets like annoying to listen to for me.. anyway yeah i do agree basically w what you said abt 2-3 and if id played it im pretty sure id hate it too but i mean the shit i like Liked abt it was like. everything you didnt mention jdfghersdhf i love the shit that has nothing to do w the actual fuckin case ie That Part in the plaza w franziska GOD THAT PART.. and also i said this to a friend who id also been talking abt it with another time and like may as well share it with you, au where regina is 20 the ventriloquist is the one who died and everything is Fine.

k laters <3

OKAY OKAY NOT TO LIKE. PRESSURE YOU OR ANYTHING BUT. PLAYING THE GAMES YOURSELF IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT EXPERIENCE THAN WATCHING A PLAYTHROUGH. both my partner and i can attest to this, i tried to watch a playthrough of aa1 years ago and it was SO BORING but then when my current roommates wanted to play the series with me i immediately got sucked in. like. there’s some stuff you just... need to Experience for yourself i think but maybe that’s just me?? idk i don’t think i’d even be into the series at all if i hadn’t actually played it myself. 

my roommate and i ended up playing aai and aai2 after trials and tribulations because he was telling me that that’s the order the games take place in chronologically and also cuz he knows i kin really like edgeworth ghdfnd honestly i’m afraid i won’t be able to get through aa4 for like. a similar reason that you had for skipping aai2 because I Will Miss Edgeworth. 

also emulating is totally not that scary i promise the scariest part is finding the roms. emulating is totally safe and as long as you have decent antivirus software (like windows defender or just. common sense not to click on shady links) you can basically just google ‘[game title] rom’ and find stuff pretty easily. i think it took maybe 5 minutes total for me to find roms for both aai and aai2.

and bro it’s like. totally fine to have differing opinions on music i prommy. i can def understand the repetitive part but considering most of the songs are played on loop in the background anyway i start getting annoyed by any song in the games that loops more than like 3 times in a row (it’s the Sensory Issues). 

my main issue with turnabout big top (besides the ped*philia which according to my roommate didn’t even exist in the japanese version) definitely has a lot to do with having to play it. the investigation is long and tedious and the reveal of what actually happened is just so fucking Stupid and Ridiculous. when i played with my roommates i kept making guesses as to what happened with the ringmaster and how the culprit flew and shit and every time they were like “i wish that’s what actually happened, it would make more sense” ghfjfdnf and yeah i like the part in the plaza with franziska too and all the times they mention edgeworth and we get to hear more about what exactly Happened and shit but. that Cannot save the case for me. those bits do not cancel out the utter bullshit that case put me through it still fills me with rage just to think about it (other than regina my angel whom i adore).

and yeah literally just. keeping regina Of Legal Age would fix the ped*philia stuff but i probably still wouldn’t like the case just because of how stupid and rage-inducing the plot twists and reveal of the actual events were. 

[bisexualdaemon]

something missing | feysand oneshot

a/n: oh hello! idk this just kind of....happened? it came upon me unexpectedly. I’m rereading ACOFAS and it’s snowing outside so...here’s some sugar-coated fluff laced with filth for this sinday :)

warnings: 3.3k of fluffy smut and smutty fluff

Hmmm. Feyre worried the paint brush stuck between her lips with her teeth. There was something missing from the painting. Frost and Starlight, she had called it in her mind walking through the Palace of Thread and Jewels that day before Solstice. Now, weeks later, she clung to the buzz of the early chill of winter, wanted to remember the bustling life that had turned scarce in the city. 

It was now bitterly cold—according to Mor, colder than it had been in Velaris in decades. The streets were mostly empty, quiet except for the bundled shuffling of people coming and going but rarely standing for too long. Feyre could hear the wind beating at the locked gallery door, could feel the cold pushing against the magic of her floating flames. The only thing keeping her from freezing to death in the dimming light of the Rainbow. 

Even the Rainbow had been less alive lately, artists only leaving their studios for occasional supplies. The musicians had taken to giving little salon concerts. Only the most desperate had remained busking outside. Feyre had persuaded Rhys into magicking some coins into their open instrument cases, enough to keep them out of the cold for awhile.

She shook her head and refocused on the swirls of color in front of her, the painting that might have been finished if she weren’t so set on the details of it. What’s missing?

I don’t know, but I know what I’m missing. Feyre smiled involuntarily, his purr down the bond snaking its way down her spine. 

Incorrigible. Where have you been? If you went someplace warm without me, I’m staying at the gallery and you can sleep alone in our cold bed with none of what you’ve been missing. 

Rhys chuckled. On the contrary, my love. I was in the Steppes with Az, settling a few more of the descenters down. I’ve been freezing my balls off all day. 

Feyre shivered just thinking about how cold the war camps must be, the rows of tents barely standing up to the winds. But she couldn’t resist the door he’d left open. Poor Illyrian baby, so afraid of losing something important to a little cold spell.

He sent a rude gesture down the bond and Feyre smirked, taking the paint brush from her mouth to shove into the messy bun on top of her head. She paused halfway when her mating ring caught one of the faelights behind her, setting the brilliant sapphire glittering. Ah, that’s what’s missing. 

She dipped her brush in a tiny bit of white paint and leaned into the canvas, dabbing little specks here and there, in every window in her frozen Palace. When she sat back, the effect set her eyes sparkling. The blues and reds and greens of her scene turned into glittering sapphires and rubies and emeralds. The jewels the Palace was famous for leaped off the canvas and twinkled behind the glass, worthy of the astonishment she had painted in the faces walking past.

Beautiful, he breathed, seeing the painting through her eyes. Lately, she had been leaving her mind open to him when she painted. He didn’t pry often, but she found she wanted to share a little of her process with him. Even if she couldn’t talk about some of her feelings, some of the things they left in the darkness, she could show him here in the quiet of the gallery at night. 

Feyre felt him before even the shadows could react to his winnowing. Rhys grazed the skin at the edge of her sweater, just below her neck. Shivers ran down her spine again, but not because of the cold. Her nipples hardened in response to his touch, a kindling warming low in her abdomen. 

“Hello, Feyre darling.” 

His solid presence relaxed her, the warmth of him radiating into her back. She exhaled and leaned into him as his hands left her neck to wander down her front, skillfully avoiding the hardened peaks that reached for him. Even with the stool, he still towered over her, giving him enough room to rest his chin on top of that messy bun. 

“Gods, I missed you,” he inhaled, breathing her scent, now eternally mixed with paint, “the Illyrians are such bastards when they’re being obstinate.” 

“What did you and Az have to do?” Feyre ran soothing fingers up and down his arms still covered in Illyrian leathers. 

“Nothing too taxing, just some strong words and a demonstration.” She could feel him tense up, even as his wandering hands caressed her sides, trying to find the hem of her sweater. 

“Did you kill anyone?” Such a casual question, but even with the veil of sarcasm he knew she would want a serious answer. 

“No, but let’s just say a couple of their captains won’t be flying anytime soon.” He let some of the tension he always carried after bad days melt away as he curved into her, moving to pepper her neck with sloppy kisses. 

“Rhys,” she moaned, combing her fingers through his hair that was still damp from the Illyrian snow. “Let me clean up and then you can ravish me at home all you like.”

His teeth grazed her earlobe and she bent her head sideways giving him more room. Just as his fingers finally found that hem of her sweater. Snow-cold fingers tickled the skin just above her leggings. Feyre yelped and twisted on her stool, finally turning to face him fully. His eyes were pure violet fire, taking in every inch of her, from her wild hair to her booted feet. His chest raised and lowered quicker with each passing second, the bulge in his pants evidence of his mirrored desire. She bit her lip. And he snapped. 

Fuck the house, he purred down the bond. His mouth collided with hers as strong hands lifted her from the stool. She wrapped her legs around his waist, careful to avoid his sensitive wings. His pouty lips devoured hers, a wild moan escaping him as he tugged at her bottom lip. Feyre could sense him reaching with his magic, trying to find some place to put her down so he could properly have his way with her. Out here it would be the wall between the hung paintings or the cold floor. She knew he was weighing those two options. 

There’s a table in the back room, she panted, clawing at his mental walls with the promise of what was to come. If she was honest, she wouldn’t have minded the wall, but the paintings were precious and she knew they wouldn’t be hanging for very long. He carried her, his mouth still firmly pressed against hers. She shifted her head and opened fully for him, inviting him into her mouth with a flick of her tongue against his. He tasted like citrus kissed with the bitter tang of whiskey, left over from the drink he’d had to take the edge off the demonstration earlier. 

When he kicked open the back room door, Feyre’s floating firelight followed them, immediately stoking and warming the space. 

You’re getting better at that. His praise was like gasoline on that kindling inside of her, kicking up a blazing fire that sang through her blood, through her bones. He deposited her on the worktable, only taking a second to notice the sharp scent of paint and the supplies that littered the space behind her. His lips curled, this reminds me of the cabin. Remember how messy it was?

“It was our mating,” she answered out loud, “I remember every second of that day.” I can still feel it here, Feyre took his hand and guided it under her sweater to press against her panting heart. He stepped closer to rest his brow against hers, dragging a finger down her cheek. It was a second before his soft smile went devilish, another second before she felt the wet streak where his finger had been. 

He wiggled a cerulean-tipped finger at her. 

“Rhysand!” 

He tipped his head back and roared with laughter as she slapped at his leather-clad chest. The closest jar to her was a cotton candy pink. She snapped her fingers and his leathers disappeared, leaving a perfectly sculpted tan chest for her to draw a big heart on with her fingers. 

Hmpf. Turnabout is fair play. The playful gleam in his eye sparkled as he snapped his fingers and her clothes just...disappeared. She quirked an eyebrow, I hope you’re giving those back before we leave. A low growl rumbled beneath her fingers still toying with his chest. 

I’ll take it under advisement. You might have to beg me. A wry smile formed on his lips as he dipped that same cerulean finger into the pink paint and swirled it between her breasts, a trail of purple from her throat to her belly button. Feyre exhaled heavily and leaned back on her hands, scattering some charcoal pencils. They echoed in the cold space when they clattered to the floor but she didn’t care. She was naked and Rhys was not. Her legs spread a little wider against the edge of the table, putting herself on display for him. 

“Wicked, beautiful creature.” His hot breath ricocheted off her chest where his paint marks were quickly drying. It was a struggle to keep from moaning at the touch of his fingers toying with the inside of her spread thighs, dangerously close to the liquid fire pooling between her legs. He grinned at her restraint, the muscles dancing beneath her skin. “What do you wish of me, High Lady?” 

“I wish…” she tilted her head back in a slow roll, “I wish…” When her eyes met his again, their intensity burned anew. “I wish for you to take me like you did that first time,” snapping her fingers to rid him of the last of his clothes, “no holding back.”

His knees shook like a newborn foal at the command in her words. He kneeled before her on those tattoos he’d had as a reminder for centuries. I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown. The crown he shared with her. He bowed now, as he had before, as he would many, many more times before they were through with this life. The most powerful High Lord in history sent to his knees by his Queen. 

He forced her thighs even wider to accommodate his broad shoulders between her knees. His Fae eyesight didn’t miss the way her stomach muscles clenched as he played with the sensitive skin at her hips, his fingers making a slow path to her spread thighs. He cupped the back of her knees and quickly pulled her closer to his waiting mouth. 

Her yelp turned to a deep moan when he finally tasted her. Fingers immediately weaved into his hair as her back arched off the table. Gods, you taste like honey. You’re so wet for me, Feyre. 

She didn’t have any coherent words to send back to him, just waves of pleasure licking down the mental bridge between them. He suckled at her folds, drank from her, his holy font atop his only sacred altar. She writhed beneath his fingers moving over her warmed skin, let out a groan so deep he felt it vibrate against his face when he found her peaked nipples swollen and screaming for him. He felt her toes curl against his back, stroking his wings in places that made him moan into her. 

It was the last swirl of his tongue, a figure-eight pattern from her entrance to that bundle of nerves at the apex of her folds that finally sent her chanting his name over the edge. She wasn’t sure if it was out loud, but she knew he heard her either way. His wings flared proudly, knocking over a row of easels propped against the side wall, but he couldn’t hear the noise over her heartbeat pounding across the bond. 

The force of her climax pushed her into a sitting position, her fingers still curled in his hair holding his head against her as he stroked his tongue with every wave of pleasure. Even when she was spent, her thighs trembling over his shoulders, she couldn’t neglect him. Her fingers combed through his hair and snaked down his back, busying themselves with the grooves of his wings as he sucked a mark into the inside of her thigh. She made to release him, allow him off his knees, but he growled. 

Don’t stop.

The corners of her mouth curled upward. Is it truly like stroking you...elsewhere?

Well, Feyre darling, how do you feel when I stroke that one spot near the base of your left wing?

She clenched her thighs around his head at the thought. Point taken. 

He stretched his wing in encouragement. She followed his lead, splaying her hands across the membranous skin, tracing his scars. The feeling was, well he couldn’t quite think straight. Pleasure was too tame a word to describe the white-hot fire that licked his wings every time she ran her fingers over the spines, the scars, the muscles that purred and loosened for her. She pressed in at the space between the primary spine and the muscles in his back. He moaned so loud the paint jars rippled. 

Mother above, stop. 

It’s poor form to blaspheme in such a compromising position. Feyre grinned like a cat about to pounce on its prey. This was what she had been waiting for.

Feyre Cauldron-Blessed would know. He sucked in a breath. Her hands hadn’t moved. If you don’t stop, I’m going to spill a different kind of paint on this floor and ruin all our fun. 

Such a messy Illyrian brute. But she let him go, let him rise from between her thighs and stand. He was at full attention, wings spread wide to prolong the feeling of her fingers on the sensitive skin. Even now, after almost a year with him, she still marveled that this thing between them was real. That she was his and he was hers. My mate. 

She reached for him again, low. It was his turn to chant her name. 

Rhys caught her wrists, turning her hands over. He pressed a kiss to each palm. I’m plenty primed, my love. 

Feyre wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him closer, so close to where she wanted him. She knew he liked this position, liked to watch her respond to him. He gripped her hips and positioned himself right at the precipice, took a breath. And pushed in to the hilt. 

Their collective moans shook the little back room, shadows gathering against the walls. Rhys’s eyes were fathomless pools of violet, boring into her very soul. He opened his mind fully to her and saw herself through his eyes, felt the love and the unending desire for her, tasted herself on his tongue. 

I love you. His voice clanged through her, flipping that light switch that lived deep inside of her, that little piece of Day linked to moments of pure joy. Her skin began to glow, only growing brighter when he moved within her. Slow strokes at first, deep inside. Shadows began to lick at her light, snaking against her responsive skin, the contrast only making her shine brighter. 

His thrusts quickened, control flickering with his hips. The hands that gripped her were little more than wisps of darkness, but she could feel his claws lengthening. Feyre reached back to grip the table, but instead knocked over a full jar of paint, splashing green into her hair, onto her skin. 

She laughed, tightening around him. The snarl he released shook her very center, pummeling the dam that he was determined to break for a second time tonight. She sent paint flying through the air on a breeze, landing squarely on his chest like a bullseye on a dart board. Her giggle sent his shadows skittering. 

Laughing at a male in the throes of pleasure is unbecoming of a High Lady, he panted down the bond. 

And how would you know? There’s never been a High Lady before me. Her eyes threatened another laugh until he hauled her leg off the table and shifted his hips. Her eyes rolled back. The floating fire around them surged with her answering moans, sweat beading on both of their brows. 

His hips stuttered. He was close. Feyre reached out and ran a hand down the open gates of his mind. Rhysand, she purred. 

He looked at her, his pupils narrowing, that beast of his barely concealed in this place between pleasure and chaos. His thoughts were a rush, his senses too open to hold on to any particular thought for long. The only thing she could make out other than pure sensation in his mind was one repeated word. 

Feyre, Feyre, Feyre—

Her name. Over and over again. His tether to this world, to the light. 

Rhys. She brushed at the claws on her hips, catching his attention. Come with me. 

The roar was deafening. Anyone else would have been terrified, but all Feyre could do was launch herself over the cliff with him as he finally plunged headfirst into his own pleasure. Blazing light flashed. Her light. Her joy, covering Rhys’s darkness with her own body as he collapsed into her, panting heavily against her shoulder. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, calming the tremors that rolled through him. 

For a few moments the only sounds in the room were the crackling of Feyre’s dying fire lights and their ragged breathing. When Rhys could finally lift himself onto his hands, he just looked at her for a long moment. 

Thought for a thought? she wiped at the sweat dripping from his temples. 

He smirked at her, I was thinking that if I didn’t already know what it feels like to die, I would think you were trying to fuck me to death. 

Her answering laugh shook her whole body, down to the place where he was still sheathed inside her. Rhys hissed, slowly withdrawing. He watched her glow dim. It always did when they parted, a fact that made him equal parts proud and melancholy. She sat up and stretched, cocking her head as he snapped his fingers to clean them off enough to get to the bath at home, leaving only the paint behind. He always liked to scrub that off of her himself.

“I’m going to have to come in early to clean up,” she worried at her lip, surveying all the spilled paint. The room was a bit of a wreck. Tumbled easels, green and blue paint dripping from the table onto the floor, scattered pieces of drawing paper with distinct details from his mate’s naked body outlined in pink and purple. Rhys scoffed and snapped again, setting everything right. 

Feyre grumbled, “you still need to teach me how you do that.” 

“I promise I will, but I’m still waiting for my thought,” he said, as he snapped a third time. Her clothes reappeared in a neat pile. They both dressed as she formed the words in her mind. Words to convey the way her pulse ticked up every morning in the shade of his wing, the way her cheeks pinked with the faintest touch of his fingers on her skin. 

“Will it be like this always? Will I still want to rip the leathers off of you in a thousand years?” He walked over and took her hands, the movement of his sleek black sweater and trousers the only sound in the room. Warmth passed between them, through their clasped hands and the look he gave her. Like a thousand years was only the beginning of their forever. 

“I hope so, Feyre. I really hope so.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and winnowed them both home. 

fin.

[4ragon]

can you please expand your thoughts on how aai1 handled turnabout ablaze? I noticed your (rightfully) low ranking of Alba earlier so I’m kinda curious about your opinion ^_^

Okay, before I go into this, I want to say: I love this game. I love all the AA games. Even the ones I have the most complaints about (this and DD) are wonderfully fantastic games with a fun cast and intriguing murder mysteries. You should play the ones you haven’t played yet, even the ones you’ve heard negative stuff about.

That being said, Turnabout Ablaze I think is sort of emblematic of every single problem I do have with AAI.

Ace Attorney Investigations is a little bit of a mess. At its best, it’s a fun murder mystery game with a stellar cast. It introduces Kay Faraday and Shi-Long Lang, it gives us more time playing as Miles Edgeworth, always a treat, and more time with my man Gumshoe. The mystery solving is fun and it offers a new kind of gameplay than the usual point and click style for investigations.

However, it also has a lot of weird pacing problems. Your new assistant and rival don’t show up until case 3 of 5. And Lang isn’t even in case 4, so he’s barely even a presence in his debut game, even though he’s a wildly interesting and fun character. All of his development is shoved into Turnabout Ablaze, and even though it’s welcome development, I kind of wish it was spread out more.

But going more into Turnabout Ablaze: It is long, arduous slog occasionally interrupted by some fantastic moments only to be dragged back down into the deepest recesses of hell. Its midpoint feels like a climax and everything past that point slowly and sadly peters away into a sad mess of one man slowly walking away from you to get on a plane.

To start with, this case in particular has so many different people being accused of murder. Kay, then Larry, then Shih-na, then Franziska, then Alba. AAI has this issue in almost all these cases, but it never feels as pronounced as it does in this one, this meandering, confusing mess of a case. It feels like we’re never really making progress, we’re just running in circles and occasionally hitting a brick wall while we get derailed from some bullshit or another.

I feel like the setup of AAI makes accusing people you care about far less impactful than it did in any of the other games, since that blame can be passed around so quickly and easily. Every single case has at least one moment where a recurring character gets accused, and it feels almost artificial? Like of course we’re going to have to care about Gumshoe and Maggey and Kay and Franziska and maybe not Larry but that’s a personal choice of mine. Yet most of those accusations never really last long enough to have anything meaningful happen plot or character wise, save for maybe Gumshoe in the flashback case? But there’s no tension to that one since we know Gumshoe ends up fine. The rest of the time it’s just an excuse to keep dragging Miles through a constantly meandering plot.

Also, there’re these weird distractions all over the place that lead nowhere. Having to deal with Larry and Oldbag for a few minutes hours even though it has nothing to do with the case at hand is annoying. If we got rid of that second murder, would anything have changed other than a few hours of gameplay? You just have to rewrite a few parts and boom, two hours of my life saved. Or the statue section, did we need to have that statue section? These would be well and good if they were fun to solve, or character building, but they weren’t. They were just there to add time to an already bloated final case.

Adding to that, I was not a huge fan of the Smugglers plot that they were pushing to be the overarching narrative. I feel like it was meant to be this big, intimidating force, but it ended up being so boring and impersonal. And boring. And did I mention boring? 

You know what was interesting? Calisto Yew, betraying her friends. Calisto Yew murdering Byrne Faraday, and then Kay’s investment in hunting her down. Then you get to the big climactic showdown with Shih-na, and it’s amazing! It’s satisfying! We’ve been developing this Big Bad for three cases and watching her finally break down, getting to that reveal of who she was, the shootout, all of it was fantastic and wait, what was that? Shih-na didn’t do the murders for this case? She was just a cog in the machine? There’s more game? Oh. Uh. Right. Okay. Whoo.

Also Quercus Alba, uh, sucks? He sucks. He sucks so much. He’s boring and smug, but also he’s this nothing character. He sweeps in at the eleventh hour to be the final hurdle, but he had no buildup other than walking around in the background as this doddering old man we didn’t care about. It wasn’t even in a “Ooo he was always there the whole time” way that Shih-na had, it was just this boring old man doing boring old man things.

And then they have the audacity to make the final confrontation with him last for HOURS longer than it needed to. And every single time it feels like we’ve progressed, not only have we made no progress, but we are actively slamming ourselves into the same brick wall over, and over, and over again.

“Oh, you see, Miles Edgeworth, I have ✨Diplomatic Immunity✨!”

“Ah, well, how about this proof! Proof that you are involved with the smuggling ring! What do you think about that?”

“Well, what do you think about this ✨✨Diplomatic Immunity✨✨ that I still have. Oh well time to go on a plane—”

“Wait! Wait Quercus Alba, what about this new proof! This proof that you could have done the crime!”

“Wowie, my ✨✨✨Diplomatic Immunity✨✨✨ certainly thinks you’re making an interesting point.”

And then Lang shows up to get rid of his ✨✨✨✨Diplomatic Immunity✨✨✨✨ after we’ve been in the same fucking time loop for what feels like twenty years of my life and then suddenly we have to prove without a shadow of a doubt that Alba did the murder?? Why???? That’s not how it works?????? Can someone fucking ARREST THIS MAN???? GUESS WHAT GUYS YOU DON’T NEED TO PROVE HE DID IT YET, YOU HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH TO ARREST HIM YOU’RE NOT IN COURT?????????? END IT!!!! PLEASE!!!!! JUST END IT!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!

I don’t care about the Smuggling Ring! It’s this weird nebulous idea that has no real bearing on any of the main characters other than Lang. And also like “Oh no, my country’s economy is in shambles” that’s so????nothing???? Again, if we could have anything tying us to the importance of improving Zheng-Fa’s economy maybe that would be different. Human beings as a species don’t really connect that well to a macro level if there’s nothing to make it feel personal, you know? We know nothing about Zheng-Fa and have no connection to Zheng-Fa, and we don’t have any way to conceptualize Lang’s struggle in a way that holds any meaning. Sure it’s important, but it’s not dire to us, and that makes for a shitty confrontation!!!

Let’s look back at the other final cases in this series. AA original: Miles is in danger. His smug mentor is not only trying to get him killed, but did the killings himself. AA2: Maya is kidnapped. It’s a struggle between your ideals of finding truth and justice and making sure your best friend isn’t killed. AA3: Maya is missing, and then later, suspected of murder. You’re confronting this big bad who's been a problem from case one and then also proving yourself to Godot.

They’re all personal stakes. They all matter to the main character, and the bad guy had a DIRECT hand in why. And yes, Alba ordered the killings, but again, it’s so impersonal, it’s like three steps removed so as rendered meaningless. Then you add on top that he’s got no motivation, other than greed and power I guess, he’s not fun, considering how many circles he makes us run in only to get to the same problem every single go around, he’s barely a character, he—!!! I hate him!!! I hate him and not in a fun way!!! Just end the case!!! Please Capcom!!!!

Again, the first half? When we were building to that confrontation with Shih-na? Great! Climactic. Fun. Interesting. But the rest? So deeply incredibly frustrating.

Sorry this was longer than I meant for it to. But I’m not too sorry. After all, I have ✨✨✨✨✨Diplomatic Immunity✨✨✨✨✨

[mewtonian-physics]

also all of the asks for ace attorney

doing this one first bc i want to

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?* i'm not sure if it really counts as a fandom otp all things considered but i never understood lang and edgeworth together, just doesn't work for me

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?* yes actually, see above, i think they should just hang out and exasperate each other but in a fond way

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? don't even get me started. there was a whole week last year where the unfollow button was hit so many times...

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?* yeah. the creepy ones

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?* i mean i still engage in it on my own terms but aa fandom treatment of phoenix and edgeworth makes me crazy and i can't go into the tags or i'll die

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?* not that i can think of

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?* uhhhhhh nothing is coming immediately to mind. unless you count like, dahlia hawthorne, who i thought was a very entertaining antagonist right up until i found out about iris (now i would punch her in the face if we met)

Have you received anon hate? What about?* not for this i don't think

Most disliked character(s)? Why? kr*st*ph can fucking die die die die die i HATE abusive big brothers i hate them i hate them. also mvk can fuck off for being an irredeemable abusive piece of shit

Most disliked arc? Why? does kr*st*ph's existence count as an arc? if not then turnabout big top for being the most uncomfortable thing in the damn game

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? who's unpopular in aa? i dont know these things

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? i don't know. see above

Unpopular opinion about XXX character? have you seen the hatred i hold for certain characters...

Unpopular opinion about your fandom? i would take half of them to court in a heartbeat. i hope when they present evidence the music keeps playing

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show? if we're talking about shows, i actually didn't mind the anime! i have some complaints, but i'm glad i watched it

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? i want to see kristoph gavin die (actually i just want to see klavier punch him right in his smug face)

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen… i want a couple of the investigations characters to be in the main trilogy! i want to take out some of the characters like max galactica and put in characters i actually like instead!

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? in denial? no. biased? yes. all people are by nature. i don't say it in a derogatory way, that's just how it is. people who don't ship something are biased in the same way that people who do ship something are biased (just in opposite directions)

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? every time i see a kr*st*ph stan i feel very sad and angry. i am going to fucking snap one of these days

What is the purest ship in the fandom? idk. faraskye is pretty damn pure

What are your thoughts on crack ships? me/justine courtney/katherine hall when (in all seriousness as long as they're not creepy then go for it idc)

Popular character you hate? please see the guy i've been complaining about all post

Unpopular character you love? aai2 characters automatically less popular by virtue of no localization

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not? depends on who it is really

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? gay marriage

Most shippable character? i... dont know

Least shippable character? idc the context i cant see trucy shipped with anyone ever or my brain starts steaming like a tea kettle

[astrologista]

Kristoph Gavin Character Analysis I

Part 1 of... fucking infinity, I hate this bitch so much lmao.

Well, it's Halloween time and I just thought, why not. So let's answer this question.

What makes Kristoph Gavin a scary character/villain? A soft spoken gentleman with a deadly secret... the Devil, who lives in his hand, that crazy evil scar thing, his creepy music theme... damn, he’s a scary dude. But scariest of all? His psychology, as we all know. (This is mostly gonna be headcanons. but ya know what, I have a license (hands you a piece of paper that says ‘i can do what i want’))

Kristoph seems like a person who is very aloof, particularly when it comes to personal relationships. At first he kind of just seems like the typical anime glasses guy whose main emotion is like whooa he does the glare thing with his glasses sometimes. But... what is he really about?

You know, let me digress for a moment, what's really interesting to me about the AA characters is how much depth they have in their writing. Case in point, Adrian Andrews. There's a character who you assume is just going to be the typical "anime glasses girl" who is a career woman who don't need no man, and is very aloof, cool, and as she says, not concerned with irrelevant topics or things. Later you learn about the true depths to her personality. The fact that she is codependent, that she needs other people telling her what to do in order to survive. Just because she masks these emotions doesn't mean they don't exist. I felt that really gave a lot of depth to her character and added another dimension that stories in this genre don't often address as boldly or fully (especially when it comes to a female character). So the quality of the writing is always really top notch with only a few exceptions. Take this as context...

Now getting back to Kristoph Gavin. Typical anime glasses dude, right? But no, though. One of the reasons why he's so interesting to me is how his emotional understanding of personal relationships really works. Or seems to, anyway. Based on the endgame testimony and his crimes, Kristoph Gavin is extremely dangerous because, should you get involved with him in any way, he will never, ever let go of you, ever. Once you are entangled with him he wants you to stay entangled, not unlike an overbearing parent who refuses to let you go. It's partly that he thinks he knows what's best for you (that is, to stay completely loyal to him). And also partly... because he is pretty dependent on what other people think of him. So he needs to keep them around him closely.

Kristoph's biggest fear was his lying being exposed for what it was. That Phoenix was really the honest, straightforward attorney, and not him. Kristoph would do anything to perpetuate his own false reality. He kept it going for seven years. His absolute worst fear of all was losing his reputation. Being seen for what he truly was in front of others. He could never accept that. That fear drove all of his murders. Fundamentally, he sees himself as benevolent... when nothing could be further from the truth of how he was hurting everyone who had the misfortune of crossing his path.

Kristoph has a need to perpetuate this false identity of himself above all else. A very adjacent second goal to that is to keep all of his personal associates very close and under his control in order to keep the first goal intact.

Reject him and he will stalk you until you are dead. By his hand, or otherwise. Slight him, and he will get you at the first opportunity, case in point, Zak Gramarye. (He only had to get a quick glance at the guy and his fate was sealed. Turnabout Trump is a chilling case.) Replace him, and he will tear your life and livelihood up into little itty bitty pieces. He will then continue to stalk you aggressively for seven years while pretending he is your best friend. Case in point, Phoenix Wright.

Create false evidence for him and you become a loose end. So does your daughter. Like I said, just don't get involved with him. If he feels threatened, Kristoph Gavin will not hesitate to end you. It's definitely an obsession. I mean the first word that comes to people's minds when it comes to Kristoph usually isn't "obsessed", because he gives off the aura of being calm and uninterested. But he is, he's obsessed. You have to be obsessed to do what he did. This shit consumed his every waking hour, and that's what he won't admit. That he was so sick, he completely lost the plot. Phoenix was already living in his head rent free the day he ordered the forgery. And even though Phoenix wasn't physically present at the Misham trial and was only watching everything by video camera, you can bet Kristoph was seeing Phoenix. Hallucinating him, images of him. Probably multiple images of him. That's how obsessive. Imagine letting something or someone control you to that extent. Imagine thinking that you're so important, that Phoenix taking Zak Gramarye's case at all was meant to be a slight against you personally. (It's funny because Phoenix mentions not even knowing Kristoph at all until after the disbarment. So Kristoph's own logic in thinking that Phoenix was just out to shame him absolutely doesn't track. Ob-sessed, dude.)  

It's actually pretty astonishing that someone like Apollo made it out alive. On a side note, I really think Kristoph enjoyed having someone to mentor. He sought someone like Apollo out. Someone naive and new to the field for him to indoctrinate. And maybe I have a post about that later, cuz that's a whole 'nother barrel of monkeys right there. (It kind of involves Apollo’s naivete (also, daddy issues, hello.) being a huge reason why he would gravitate towards having a mentor known for having a “caring” personality. And I think Apollo genuinely liked that about him, which makes the end result so much more awful for Apollo to deal with because to him, that was real.)

But now think of Klavier, right. Being forced to grow up with that. To live with that your entire life. To have a familial relationship that is that smothering, that suffocating, that strangling. That controlling, to criticize every single thing that you do or say right down to the way you say it. And remember... He's never letting you go. I would go on a world tour as a rock star, too. Anything to be anywhere he isn't. This is horror movie tier stuff. (now im imagining a horror movie trailer for aa4 focusing on gavins stuff... eep!)

And Kristoph Gavin markets himself as someone who simply doesn't care. He's the coolest defense in the west and he doesn't care for what you may think about it. Except... he does care. It totally consumes him. Your perception, your opinion, is everything to him. He has shitty self esteem, deep down, because he knows Phoenix is better than him. And tries to mask it with narcissism as the two duke it out. Appearances are everything, evidence is everything. What people think is true is the only thing that matters, truth doesn't. And it makes sense that his closest contacts and associates are the targets for his constant narcissistic abuse and gaslighting. Their opinions matter even more than the common crowd - of course, Kristoph hates them. Which makes it even worse for him when the jury decides unanimously that Vera is innocent (and by implication, he is therefore guilty). The jury verdict was kind of like the ultimate confirmation that guess what, the evidence doesn't matter. The common and boorish masses have passed judgement, no matter how "mindless, emotional and irrational" they are, even they can see behind his crappy little facade. Even a blind woman like Lamiroir can see that insecurity; even a common person can understand it just by looking at the facts. That's what absolutely wrecks him... that his “poker face” couldn’t hold a candle to Phoenix’s. And he loses the “hand” again (because of his “hand”... get it??).

The identity that he needs to maintain is part of how he sees himself in his mind. As Phoenix's protector, not as his stalker. As Klavier's benevolent big brother, not as his abuser. As Apollo's teacher and mentor, not as someone guiding him into ruin. He lives in a false reality.

Try to bring this up in any way, shape, or form and he will write it off. You're just imagining things...

Because at some level, Mr. Black Psyche Locks himself doesn't even realize. (I feel like that might just be basically canonical fact, based on Pearl’s explanation of how black psyche locks are supposed to work.) That’s pretty freaking terrifying.

At the end of the day this is a big part of the reason I think his character is just so interesting. In a very messed up way, Kristoph is one degree away from being such a good person. He could've been obsessively protective of Klavier - the way a big brother is supposed to be - instead of abusive, could've actually been very caring of Phoenix instead of manipulative. Terrible people can have good traits, just as good people can have awful traits. His attention to detail and understanding of psychology (like getting Vera those gifts she would like so much) could've been used for genuine good. He could've been someone who cares deeply about other people because he does care deeply about other people. But only in terms of their relation to himself, what do they think of him, how are they useful to him.

Maybe this is why I kind of like his character. Intelligent, semi-neurotic protective characters are just my ish. But, no, he has to have a narcissistic bent that skews everything into complete abuse. That’s what makes him awful... that he’s devoid of a moral compass or true compassion for other human beings.

So in closing, fuck off, Kristoph Gavin.

Postscript, he's also such a good foil for Phoenix for this reason. Kristoph does everything for himself. Phoenix does everything for Trucy, because he's a dad and he understands the weight of what it means to really care for someone. Kristoph couldn’t understand motives like that. And Phoenix can't help it if he's an order of magnitude smarter and more mature than Kristoph is. He was just born like that. Classy as fuck. You know what, Kristoph Gavin is like the dollar store version of Phoenix Wright as an attorney. Has many of the same functions but actually doesn't have a leg to stand on and will fail you when you need it. And is revealed to just be a cheap knockoff of the real thing.

[browniefox]

The Spectral Turnabout 3/?

Miles gets the truth of his ‘hallucinations’ revealed to him.

oOo

“Please, Edgeworth, let me help you.” Phoenix asked once more, a little quieter this time, a little more sure of the answer he was going to get. He was already knee-deep into the case. The dl-6 incident was dusted off. Phoenix’s single-minded focus had already locked onto this case, onto this murder, onto Miles’ innocence. 

The spirit that followed Miles’ had set her head on the table before him, less than an inch from touching the man’s hand, eyes flicking between Miles and Phoenix. She was sitting completely still, and Phoenix imagined if she was a living creature she’d be holding her breath. 

“... yes.” Miles said, almost more of a whisper than anything. Phoenix felt the weight of the case settle on him, officially under his responsibility. The spirit tipped her head back and howled with joy, jumping and hopping around in her excitement. She slipped through the wall dividing Miles and Phoenix and ran right into Phoenix, bowling him over with her force.

“Yes yes yes! Thank you thank you! I promise you won’t regret this, I promise! He’s innocent, I was with him all night, he’s innocent and I know it so don’t you worry, you’re doing the right thing!” The spirit cheered, giving Phoenix’s face a lick that definitely felt like being licked by a dog, and he had to wonder if normal people would see the slobber on his face or not. 

“Hey, yes, I am, and that’s great, but I need to talk to Edgeworth a bit more!” Phoenix did his best to gently nudge the spirit off, but she was big and heavy. Maya was over in a moment, grabbing the spirit from the back and lifting her off. The spirit made a sad noise, the wings on her head fluttering around. 

“You have to get him acquitted, okay? He’s innocent!” The spirit continued to insist.

“We will!” Maya promised. This made the spirit’s wings - both the set on her head and the set on her back - flutter about even more in joy and excitement, pushing away from Maya and flying through the wall again to rest her head exactly where it had been before, nice and close to Miles.

Miles. 

Who was still on the other side of the glass. 

Who must’ve just seen Phoenix fall backwards for no reason, talk to nobody, and then Maya perform some impressive mime of trying to lift something heavy that didn’t exist. 

Who was speechless staring at Phoenix and Maya, not blinking, maybe not breathing. 

“Ah, uh, you, your response,” Phoenix desperately fished for a way to explain what had just happened. 

“We’re practicing! For a show!” Maya said quickly, coming in clutch. 

“Did you hear, Miles? They believe me! They’re going to save you, you’ll be okay!” The spirit said. 

And then, Miles eyes darted down to the spirit, and a purple spectral energy began to come off of him. 

“Edgeworth?” Phoenix said slowly, cautiously, getting back to his feet and close to the glass again. Miles’ chest was moving quicker and quicker, moving up and down in great big movement that almost looked painful. The spirit touched her nose to Miles’ hand, such a small but very deliberate gesture. 

“You’re a spectral?” Maya asked, clearly as surprised as Phoenix. 

Miles’ shoulders shook, a chuckle escaping from his mouth, and then he was full-on laughing. The spirit made a pained noise and began to wrap herself around the man, just like Phoenix had seen her do during court; a position that now had a different meaning knowing that Miles was aware of it, let the spirit do so. The spectral energy rolled off of him in disjointed and randomly spiking waves`

“Edgeworth…?” Maya shuffled awkwardly. Miles' laughter petered out quickly, and it sounded more like coughing, like sobbing, but he wasn’t shedding any tears. One hand was raised up and just barely not touching the spirit who was trying so hard to comfort him. 

“Say it again,” Miles asked, no, he begged, “Ask me again.”

“Miles,” Phoenix let out a slow breath, “Are you a spectral?” Another dry chuckle forced its way out of Miles’ chest in a way that looked like it was against his will. 

“Y… yes, yes, I think I am. At least, that’s what Pess told me.” Miles said. He rubbed his face, making an effort to get himself under control again, and with the action his spectral energy crept back inside of him, hidden once more like it had never been there. It was a subtle difference, considering with the spirit draped over him, her own spectral color a match for his, it was almost impossible to tell them apart. 

“Mr. Edgeworth… are you okay?” Maya asked, brow furrowed in concern. 

“There’s… I have so many questions, but now isn’t the time, is it? I finally have answers literally right in front of me, and I can’t even reach out and grab them.” Yet another humorless laugh shook him, “When this is over, however it ends… tell me about this then. For now, take this. It’s a request for you to be my attorney.” 

Phoenix took it, not knowing what to say. He looked down at it, turning it over in his hands. Miles had come into the room with it in his hands, despite his insistence that he wouldn’t let Phoenix take his case. The thought made something swell in Phoenix’s chest, but the emotion was dampened by the entire exchange that had just happened.

“Miles-” Phoenix started.

And then the world shook, and anything he might’ve said was lost. 

 oOo

 “Spectral.” Miles repeated the word to himself. He’d committed the word to memory years and years ago, from the night that Pess had told him, but he’d never said it out loud since. Now, he rolled it over his tongue, acknowledging the way it sounded when said out loud. It was a word, a real word, with a definition and everything. A noun, a term to describe somebody like him that could see spirits and ghosts.

“I did tell you.” Pess reminded him.

He was lying on the bed in his cell, Pess’s head set on his chest. The meeting with Phoenix had been… quite something. There was the feeling of failure at having been unable to keep the man away from the DL-6 incident, then being shaken completely to his core by the sharp upheaval of his reality with the fact that he wasn’t, in fact, insane or hallucinating all these years, and then the great and final note of an earthquake more literally shaking Miles. He wasn’t aware of what he’d done in the moment, but when he came back to himself Phoenix and Maya were gone and the guard - who until then had stood quietly by the door, for all the world unaware of Miles’ and Phoenix’s meeting - was kneeling over him with concern on his face and had then taken Miles back to his cell. 

“Yes, you did.” Miles relented. The words were still a whisper, so deliberately quiet, and he wanted nothing more than to pet Pess and bury his face into her fur, but he wasn’t home. He only let himself acknowledge Pess when they were truly alone. Except… except she was real, she wasn’t a figment of his imagination. 

That didn’t change the fact that hardly anybody could see her, and they would think he was crazy if they found him talking to air. 

“When you get out of here, maybe they can tell you more about being a spectral.” Pess said, nuzzling Miles as she spoke.

“When I get out.” Miles wasn’t sure how much he believed that would be a thing. The evidence was against him. Then again, if Phoenix had demonstrated anything in his first three cases, wasn’t it that he could and would work against impossible odds? 

It was a shame, he thought, that you couldn’t really put a spirit on the witness stand. Pess, as always, had been with him the whole time, and she would vouch for him before a judge given the chance.

He wasn’t crazy.

Something in him hadn’t snapped irreparably that day in the elevator. 

Miles stopped as a thought occurred to him. If he wasn’t crazy, if his memory was indeed reliable… he always dreamed of that day, of the man attacking him dad, of throwing the gun and the sound of it going off.

If he wasn’t crazy, then that had really happened. And if it had really happened, then what if that bullet had been the one to hit his dad?

Miles gave in to digging a hand into Pess’s fur and she snuggled closer.

“Everything is going to be okay, Miles.” She said.

Miles wished he could believe that.

 oOo

  When it’s over, when it’s all over, Miles was left with a business card. 

He must’ve gotten it at some point when Phoenix had practically dragged him out of the courtroom, a big goofy grin on his face, Maya cheering behind them. Pess was literally howling with joy, flying circles around the group, which grew in number with Gumshoe, who had been waiting just outside for them. Miles wasn’t entirely sure he could name the emotion he was feeling at the time, but he knew it felt good, it felt fan-fucking-tastic to see the man who’d shaped him into the demon prosecutor killed his father convicted for the act. 

That was a few days ago, however. 

Now, Miles was standing outside of an office, holding a business card in his hand, looking from the address printed on it to the number on the door, over and over again and making sure he had it right.

Not that there was much question whether he was in the right place or not. The words ‘Wright & Co Law Offices’ were printed in clear white letters on the door.

Miles took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Pess shifted on her feet next to him, and Miles’ head did a weird flinching thing as he was conflicted on whether to look at her or let the years and years of practice doing specifically not that guide him. In the end, he didn’t look, but he did brush his fingers against the top of her head. He raised his other hand and knocked on the door. 

The door was answered by Phoenix himself. Instead of finding the man in the blue suit and pink tie he seemed to wear to every court session (Miles wondered if Phoenix even owned a second suit), Phoenix was dressed in a plain black tee shirt and baggy white pants with an indigo sash tied around his waist. There was the thinnest sheen of sweat on his brow, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes. It definitely wasn’t the attire one expected to find from someone at a law office, and Miles wasn’t sure what to say to that at first. Luckily, he didn’t have to as Phoenix spoke first. 

“Oh, Edgeworth! I didn’t expect you to drop by. You should’ve called ahead.” He said, blinking away his own surprise and then smiling simply. “Well, come on in. What can I help you with?”

Miles had never been inside of Phoenix’s office, but he was fairly sure it didn’t usually look like this. The main desk, chairs, and coffee table had been shoved to the edges of the room. Maya was standing in the center of the open area, wearing an outfit nearly identical to Phoenix’s with the exception of a purple sash instead of the blue. She had her finger pointed in the shape of a gun, her spectral energy condensed at the tip of it, and she fired it at Phoenix. 

Phoenix put a hand in front of him, his own indigo energy shaping into a shield. The little bullet harmless hit the shield with a little ‘pop’ sound. Maya grinned.

“Your reflexes are getting better.” She said approvingly. In response, Phoenix fired off his own little ball of a spectral energy, which Maya dodged with ease. Phoenix shook his head, but he was smiling, and turned back to Miles.

“Sorry, you wanted to talk about something.” 

“Yes,” Miles let himself look down at Pess this time, who gave him an encouraging nod, “I wanted you to tell me about being a s-spectral.” He silently cursed himself. For all the times he’d whispered the word out loud to himself, saying it to another person felt strange.

“Oh!” Phoenix binked, and his spectral energy spiked. 

“Really? You came at the perfect time!” Maya ran over, hands clapped together in excitement. “Nick and I are practicing right now!”

“Practicing?” Miles thought back to what he’d seen, of how Maya and Phoenix had done something with their spectral energy. He’d had no idea it was so moldable. 

“Yeah! You don’t become a spectral master by just sitting around.” Maya curved her fingers like claws, and the spectral energy pooled around it into a form like two bear paws. Phoenix rolled his eyes. “You can join us if you want.”

“I-I don’t-”

“We should!” Pess looked up at him, tail wagging hopefully, “They’ll know a whole lot more about this than I do.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not hard.” Phoenix promised.

It’d be so much easier to turn around now. To just walk back out the door, and stay the way he’d been most of his life.

But the easy way didn’t necessarily mean it was the better way.

“Okay.”

[fruityastronaut]

okay but what’s the weirdest case? explain in as much detail as you want, or be really fucking vague and make me laugh

ohhhhhh boy. oh boy i am so excited to explain this to you. there are so many to choose from but turnabout big top takes the cake. yes ive told u about the circus case before and it is infamous but truly nothing can top it. where else would you get maximillion galactica. moe. regina. the broken physics. the coma story. this case is simply too much and it is also probably one of the worst to sit through.

also if im talking about big top i have to mention the actual problematic (for lack of a better word) parts of it. regina is a child and both max and ben are ADULTS so thats. bad. and the insensitive portrayal of indigenous people in this case is also real fucking bad.

if you ask again i will explain recipe for turnabout bc imo that’s probably runner up for weirdest case.

[satonthelotuspier]

Turnabout is Fair Play - Part 4

Here’s the fourth and final part of TIFP as promised. You can catch Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 at these links if you missed them, alternatively it’s all available on AO3 here 

Several days later Jiang Cheng went in search of Lan Xichen to report the good news his Sect Physician had just given him.

He found the other Sect Leader dealing with his duties whilst in charge of the children.

Lan Xichen sat behind his desk in the Hanshi answering correspondence. Wei Wuxian sat on his knee and concentrated carefully on the paper in front of him where he drew...something. Jiang Cheng would admit he’d never been very good at deciphering children’s art.

Lan Wangji sat at the side, carefully covering his own paper in chunky, childish script.

The two children seemed to exist in their own little bubble where the happenings around them meant nothing and the only thing that really mattered was the other.

Beyond that the situation they’d found themselves in over the past days had all taken on a sickeningly domestic tone. And curse him but it never seemed to phase Lan Xichen, everything was executed with that same calm elegance of body and temperament.

“Jiang Wanyin” Lan Xichen greeted him as he noticed Jiang Cheng in the doorway. “Please come in”

He had suggested that they drop the overly formal way of addressing each other as they spent a significant amount of time in company together.

“I’ve just spoken with my sect physician who believes he has something that will speed up the leeching of the poison” Jiang Cheng informed his Lan equivalent who had poured him tea.

“Is he sure it’s safe to use?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t even entertain the idea if there was a chance it wasn’t. All we have to do is wait it out if we do nothing else, so it wouldn’t be worth using anything less than a sure thing”

“Of course, forgive me, I misspoke” Lan Xichen lowered his head in apology and Jiang Cheng felt like an ass for making an issue of it; he always spoke before he thought though.

Wei Wuxian looked up at Lan Xichen, “More yucky drinks?” he asked the Lan Sect head.

“I’m afraid so, A-Xian” he stroked a hand over the child’s hair soothingly, “But it will help you get big and strong”

“Mn” Wei Wuxian agreed.

***

The following day Lan Xichen, his uncle Lan Qiren, Jiang Wanyin and the Jiang sect physician stood talking in the ornamental gardens outside the library pavilion where it was reported that there was a significant reduction in the levels of snake-demon poison present in both boys that morning, much to the relief of all present.

The reason for relief was merely driven home by the sudden increase in noise in the vicinity.

He saw his Uncle freeze and his face go blank. He was obviously just going to pretend that what was about to happen didn’t happen, and ignore it until it passed.

The noise grew louder and louder. Lan Wangji pelted into the garden and along the Library pavilion veranda, shouting at the top of his lungs, dragging a Wei Wuxian who kept yelling “Lan Zhan” in a reproving tone of voice along by the hand.

They were followed by Lan Jingyi who chased after them shouting, “Running isn’t allowed in the Cloud Recesses. Making noise isn’t allowed either” at the top of his voice.

Despite his uncle’s commitment to not noticing anything Lan Xichen could see the twitch of a muscle in his cheek.

Genuinely he himself didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry.

Jiang Wanyin had covered his face with his palm.

The sound faded.

And his uncle began to speak again as if nothing had happened.

***

They were quite close to fully cleansing the snake-demon toxins out of their brothers’ systems by the end of the second week at Cloud Recesses, and Jiang Wanyin was making preparations to leave for Yunmeng as soon as it was resolved. He spoke his plans to Lan Xichen as they walked the paths through the Recesses and close to the woods near the cold spring.

Lan Xichen was aware enough to realise he was going to miss having Jiang Wanyin’s sometimes ill-tempered but always entertaining self around. Their time together had become somewhat of a pleasant routine for him.

Perhaps for both of them?

His musings were cut short at the sudden, scared shout of “Lan Zhan” from the cold spring.

They were both running towards the sound of sobbing as fast as possible, to find a terrified Wei Wuxian trying to pull a limp Lan Wangji out of the water.

Jiang Cheng leaped straight in to scoop the unconscious child up, cradling him in his arms and turning his face so he could check for breathing.

Lan Xichen held his breath, his own heart frozen in fear as he waited for Jiang Cheng to examine his brother.

Wei Wuxian was nearly hysterical, repeating that he had slipped and hit his head on rocks, and Lan Xichen knelt down to try to calm him once Wanyin assured him Wangji was breathing.

Luckily Yunmeng-raised Wei Wuxian had pulled his face out of the water almost immediately, and it was just the vicious bump to the head that was a danger

They took the children back to Jiang Cheng’s rooms and sent a junior disciple to find a physician to check on Lan Wangji’s head injury.

He’d taken a nasty knock. He did regain consciousness during the examination but he was groggy and confused, though well behaved when he saw his Wei Ying was sat besides him on the bed, holding his hand.

“You scared me, Lan Zhan” Wei Wuxian’s tone was reproachful and Lan Zhan looked as contrite as possible with the cut forehead which was also beginning to bruise.

“Wei Ying, I’m sorry” he managed then lay quietly while Lan Xichen cleaned the cut and the physician prepared a salve for it.

“You’ll need to keep a watch on him through the night. Send someone for me if he becomes listless, unresponsive or feverish”

Lan Xichen stayed the night, his brother should be his responsibility in this situation. Jiang Wanyin offered him the second bed but he refused, telling Jiang Wanyin he should use it and get some sleep, there was no point in them both being awake.

He dozed periodically propped against the side of the bed, but always waking and reapplying the salve, checking his brother’s temperature, waking him up to test his alertness. And while he was grumpy he was neither listless nor unresponsive.

Lan Xichen drifted off again just before dawn, but he was woken by a surprised exclamation at about five o'clock.

“Brother?” Wangji asked him in confusion, voice back to it’s normal, much deeper timbre.

It took Lan Xichen a few seconds to process what had happened, but as he realised the poison had worn off and his brother and brother-in-law were back to their original states he rose to his feet.

He heard Jiang Wanyin stir across the room at the sound, then wake up and take in what had happened with a “What the fuck-” and then dash out of the house.

Lan Xichen stayed back long enough to check whether either Wangji or Wei Wuxian remembered anything about the last few weeks, (they didn’t), check his brother’s health, (his head was painful and foggy, but he was otherwise fine), then followed Jiang Wanyin outside.

***

Jiang Cheng sat on the steps at the edge of the veranda, still not over his shock and the awkwardness of waking up to two fully grown males in his room. Well three, but one he had expected.

“I don’t need my eyes anymore, your stupid semi-naked brother is seared onto my brain” he complained, “Actually, so is mine” he scrubbed his face as Lan Xichen came to sit beside him. “You should tell them to get the fuck out of my room, I need to dress” he groused, pulling his inner robe tighter around himself as he suddenly realised he wasn’t fully attired.

He flopped onto his back on the veranda in despair, and then the maniacal cackling started from inside the room as Wei Wuxian laughed whole-heartedly about something.

“At least order has been restored” Lan Xichen commented as he heard something low and monosyllabic from his brother in response to Wei Wuxian. To Jiang Cheng’s surprise he laid back beside him on the veranda, looking up into the pale streaked dawn sky.

“It’s been an...interesting few days” Lan Xichen commented and Jiang Cheng turned his head to glance at him, before looking back up at the sky.

“It’s been a nightmare” he corrected. But there was a small part of him that would miss that morning cuddle with his brother, sweet and uncomplicated and just affection he’d not had for too long.

But he couldn’t admit that.

“Lets never have children” he said instead, not quite realising what connotations his words could have until the other turned to look at him, an amused glint in his eyes.

“Why Sect Leader Jiang, is that a proposal?”

My favourite scene is Lan Qiren achieving a pure Zen state.

[mikumutual]

answers aa themed questions nobody asked because i’m cool and sexy

also i havent played the 5th or 6th games so

YOUR FAVOURITE…? 1. Favourite Ace Attorney game? honestly? phoenix wright ace attorney! everything’s fresh, there aren’t many weak characters, and the plot is remarkable (especially the fifth case). the whole trilogy is really good as one unit though 2. Favourite case? 1-4, 1-5, 2-4, and 3-5 are tied lol, i can’t make a decision to save my life. 2-1 is really really funny tho 3. Favourite defendant? as a defendant, lana skye. as a person, edgeworth 4. Favourite prosecutor? as a prosecutor, franziska von karma. as a person, edgeworth 5. Favourite ship? wrightworth obviously... ive probably put more thought into them over the last 3 years than any other ship 6. Favourite victim? probably mia fey or gregory edgeworth... but for non-relevant victims, neil marshall :( 7. Favourite murderer? shelly de killer, i LOVE that guy. but dee vasquez was very cool as well 8. Favourite assistant? maya fey!!!!!!!!!! but i like kay faraday a lot too (im so sorry ema) 9. Favourite witness? adrian andrews... or maybe iris? i mean i didn’t like iris but god what a person 10. Favourite quote? “It doesn't matter how many underhanded tricks a person uses... The truth will always find a way to make itself known. The only thing we can do is to fight with the knowledge we hold and everything we have. Erasing the paradoxes one by one... It's never easy... We claw and scratch for every inch. But we will always eventually reach that one single truth. This I promise you.” - Miles Edgeworth i made this one of my senior quotes :]

YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE…? 11. Least favourite Ace Attorney game? uh fucking apollo justice. literally what the hell was that 12. Least favourite case? turnabout visitor wasn’t very strong? i guess it’s fine as an intro, but it’s also wonky with the timeline of aai 13. Least favourite defendant? max galactica. he’s better in the anime though 14. Least favourite prosecutor? manfred von karma, obviously. i like every other prosecutor (who i know of) though, even winston payne is pretty funny in hindsight 15. Least favourite ship? “miles edgeworth/female oc”. there are a lot of bad ships though, mostly involving phoenix & his assistants. dont do that please 16. Least favourite victim? zak gramarye for kickstarting that shitty, shitty game 17. Least favourite murderer? again mvk... but also fucking frank sahwit LMAO 18. Least favourite assistant? i guess trucy 19. Least favourite witness? fuck everyone from turnabout big top unless it was the anime episode 20. Least favourite memory of Ace Attorney? repeatedly trying and failing to download the emulator for aai2 hbjsjhdb i eventually got it but someone had to send me the download fully pre-patched and i felt kinda useless DO YOU PREFER…? 21. Phoenix Wright or Apollo Justice? phoenix wright. fuck that “GOTCHA!” mechanic jesus christ 22. Maya Fey or Trucy Wright? maya fey. nothing personal against trucy but i just dont like aj hbjsdjhsdb also maya is really sweet and fun and she has the best sprites. she seems like she’d be a good friend, it’s too bad that she doesn’t have the time for them as a spirit medium and all :( if maya ema and kay got to hang out together itd be wild 23. Investigations or trials? trials are easier in my opinion because investigations have several things you could be doing without such a linear style, so if you miss something, you won’t really know until you wander around forever 24. College Phoenix or Hobo Phoenix? college feenie!!!!! he’s like trilogy feenie but more emotional and less witty. i like to pretend that hobo phoenix doesnt exist 25. Klavier Gavin or Kristoph Gavin? who would say kristoph 26. Ace Attorney or Ace Attorney Investigations? ace attorney but only because phoenix is in it lmao. im actually rewatching a playthrough of aai now, and playing aai2 at the same time, so while it is on the mind, i feel like the cases characters and mechanics - while loved - don’t hold up to the OGs 27. Apollo’s perceive, Phoenix’s magatama, or Athena’s Mood Matrix? i actually kinda like the mood matrix more than anything because it has a really good UI and the magatama is kinda grating. but FUCK the gotcha mechanic it is SO FUCKING STUPID and IMPOSSIBLE TO USE.  where is logic chess 28. Ace Attorney trilogy or Apollo Justice and Dual Destinies? you already know my answer to this one 29. 3D models or sprites? i do like the 3d models a lot but i like the original sprites more! imo original pixel sprites > 3D models > HD sprites. mostly bc the hd sprites are garbage (see here, here, and here) 30. Ema Skye as she is in Rise from the Ashes or Ema Skye as she is in Apollo Justice? rfta !!!!!! shes actually really nice as an assistant, esp considering the fact that we actually see her interact with her sister, which is something maya didn’t have very often. also her random appearance in aai was well appreciated by me

MISCELLANEOUS 31. Did you like what they did to Phoenix in Apollo Justice?

NO I AM SO FUCKING MAD WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO HIM ISN’T HE A LAWYER WHY COULD HE NOT JUST DEFEND HIMSELF FROM THE FACT THAT HE “FORGED EVIDENCE” IT WASN’T EVEN HIS IN THE FIRST PLACE SOMEBODY ELSE FORGED IT AND HE DIDN’T KNOW THAT, MANFRED VON KARMA GOT AWAY WITH A FUCKLOAD OF NONSENSE AND SO DOES EVERY OTHER LAWYER SO WHY IS IT THAT PHOENIX CAN SURVIVE EATING A POISONED GLASS NECKLACE AND GETTING HIT OVER THE HEAD WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER AND FALLING FROM A BURNING BRIDGE INTO A RUSHING RAVINE AND BEING HIT BY A CAR BUT HE CAN’T FUCKING DEFEND HIMSELF LIKE HE DOES IN EVERY OTHER CASE BECAUSE THAT’S THE POINT OF THE GAME AND ALSO HIS ENTIRE CHARACTER

32. Your opinion on Dai Gyakuten Saiban? haven’t played it! it looks pretty cool though

33. Do you think Dai Gyakuten Saiban and/or Miles Edgeworth Investigations 2 will get localised to the West? doubt it, since the creators have said that it won’t be. but the fan translations are pretty good, so i think it’s okay

34. Do you think Miles Edgeworth should get another Investigation-game or do you think another character deserves a spin-off? i mean he already has two, so i guess he doesn’t need another? like i love edgeworth but he’s not as fun without phoenix around. ngl i would play a franziska game. or a maya game, or any spinoff revolving around a side character. hell i’d play hotti game if it meant it took place in the trilogy era

35. Opinion on the soundtrack of the Ace Attorney-franchise? REALLY good. really really good. i love how each game of the trilogy has different composers but each track has the same theme and feel!!!

36. Do you like where the franchise is heading or did you prefer the atmosphere in the original trilogy? seriously absolutely completely prefer the trilogy. i’m sorry but the rush of youth and trust is way, way more enjoyable than whatever “i’m 35 and therefore middle aged” nonsense is happening in the 2020s

37. Capcom suddenly announces that Phoenix will no longer appear in the Ace Attorney franchise! Your reaction? He’s been replaced by Penny Nichols. Fuck you.

38. Capcom suddenly announces that the Ace Attorney franchise has ended for good! Your reaction? it was me i ended it

39. Would you like there to be another Ace Attorney/Professor Layton crossover game? i didnt play it but i really like the idea!!!!!! aa crossover games are really funny to me, i mean have you seen edgeworth in project x zone 2, lmao

40. Would you like an Ace Attorney anime? we have one now! honestly i don’t think it did a very good job of representing the cases, but it did do a good character remix of turnabout big top so that they’re not creepy anymore. they also did a really good job with the anime-specific cases, like the one on the train! it feels a lot better paced when it’s intended for that medium rather than just adapted.  also the childhood episodes made me cry

41. Opinion on anime cutscenes in Ace Attorney? like in 5 and 6? mm, the art style is kinda weird, and i don’t really like the voices, but i guess not everything can be pachinko and prozd

42. Would you want to play an Ace Attorney game where you take on the prosecutor’s role? YEAH ACTUALLY!!!!!! it might be kinda weird being on the right side of the screen though lmao

43. Do you like having DLC in Ace Attorney-games? uhhh i hate having to buy extra things, but i’ll admit that they are pretty funny

44. Opinion on Lamiroir’s storyline? i only played aj so if shes in other games idk but i thought she was fine

45. One thing you think the Ace Attorney games can improve on? stop having creepy characters please. also jesus christ if phoenix and edgeworth arent wearing rings in aa7 i will become the ceo of capcom myself

46. Capcom suddenly announces an Ace Attorney movie! Would you like it to be based on an already existing case or would you like an all new storyline? i mean the musical did a pretty good job of adapting existing cases, so it might as well be new. it would be kinda hard to balance the games’ timeline & character development without being repetitive or an au

47. Capcom suddenly announces an Ace Attorney movie! Would you prefer it being live-action, 3D animated or 2D animated? stylized 2D animation, probably? i would want it to feel more like into the spiderverse than an anime, though. in my dream ace attorney movie, they’d just need a high art budget, several plausible deniability wrightworth scenes, and prozd to voice edgeworth

48. If there could be an Ace Attorney crossover with whatever franchise you’d like, which one would you choose? (Does not need to be a video-game franchise) your turn to die is probably closest in characterization, although its premise is more “locked in a room” than the open-world investigation of aa

49. Opinion on recurring witnesses? (Wendy Oldbag, Lotta Hart, Larry Butz, etc.) honestly, i like them a lot! i don’t know why people hate them so much - i mean, i know lotta lied, and wendy is a horrible old flirt, and larry just kinda sucks all around. but they’re also pretty funny to have around! larry is a constant comic relief who reminds you how much better nick & edgey are in comparison, lotta is likeable as a general character (like in 2-4, although yeah, not remarkable), and wendy oldbag is really funny. she’s so fucking funny. none of you appreciate wendy oldbag’s quirks and you are SLEEPING ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

50. Do you think Dual Destinies deserved its M-rating? no idea, holy shit, it got an m-rating? i mean every game before it has had blood violence and very mild swearing, and since DD probably doesnt have anything too sexually risqué, i doubt it deserves a rating any harsher than the rest of the series

okay thanks thats all

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff ~ Seven of the Season: SU Season 5

Wallop on my jollops, Batman, we got ourselves one of the best seasons of anime that I dare say will be the best of year in its entirety. I’m talking Mob Psycho 100 II like, holy shit, talk about doubling down on giving people a roller coaster of a time in the first month; it’s amazing. But enough about that, we’re talking about Steven Universe’s climatic season before Steven Universe 2 potentially blows us all away. Here be the TOP 7 Best Episodes of Steven U’s final season. Seven, because it’s lucky, babey. Okay *pops a beer* so....

Number 7: Can’t Go Back

It is something where I don’t hate Lapis as much as I’ve seen most else. So when we got an episode where Steven and Lapis get to casually talk to each other on the moon, I was definitely down with that. Wasn’t too big a fan of the musical number, but I liked that Steven and Lazuli just had a sincere yet casual chat about her situation after jetting off, Lapis coming to terms with her more aloof character, something I wanted more of from this series. However, the ending definitely set this back. In the sense that Lazuli was surely coming around, at the very least work through to shed off the fears she possessed previously, those doubts and anxieties are unnecessarily strengthened as the Pink Diamond plot gets in the way with Steven not even trying to stop and ease Lapis’ panic mode after his nightmare; practically made the episode just feel like set up for the Rose Quartz twist in that instant when it didn’t have to and Lazuli’s turnabout in Reunited feel slapdash. The casualness or laid back atmosphere of this is what I say made this episode in the list, but, with all due respect, fuck that ending.

6. Change Your Mind

It’s safe to say I was thoroughly entertained from this finale like my god, it just went all out with giving people the confrontation of a lifetime and I can’t stay mad at it. But, on rewatch, it loss the enticement when it’s pretty by the book. If Steven wasn’t Pink, I’d have no doubt that not only would this have been different, but would’ve been a whole lot challenging for Steven and everyone in its entirety. But for this, it’s kinda the prime example of why I see many be frustrated with this show: because you’re either with it and applaud it for its efforts or sit there empty or disappointed the second you turn your brain on and try to process what legit happened. And for me, the diamonds having a change of heart in their more abusive connection with Pink, Steven fusing with everyone, White Diamond not even fighting for her worldview after getting roasted one time, didn’t feel earned as it did just fall in place for Steven, the exception being his connection with Pink Steven. Everyone was just on the same page by the end, except for those forced shard fusions who writhe and scream in constant pain and agony, reaching out to escape their torment after the Diamonds approved experimentation on them; the ones who can't be fixed. I bet they're okay with the Diamonds laughing it up with Steven at a pool party. And as bombastic and emotionally charged as it was as a entertaining episode, it lacked coordination or a good semblance of logic to be a good episode.

Number 5: Pool Hopping

Honestly Garnet getting to act more eccentric, hanging out with Steven, is what made this episode stand out at first, but to see her acknowledge Steven’s growth, changing her perspective on him, is what made this a stand out episode. I like how this is parallel to season one’s Future Vision except it’s at no one’s fault and Steven is more comfortable with the unpredictability of things compared to beforehand. And what’s especially poignant about this is that it serves as both a standalone that genuinely felt like a “Season 5″ episode and in hindsight a great preface to Ruby and Sapphire’s arc later on. It’s pretty middle on the list because the next entries have a little more to them, but I nonetheless say this a great episode for Garnet.

Number 4: Reunited

I’d say any criticisms I have for this were how I felt about Change Your Mind but not as heavy. It was all entertaining, but loses momentum when you bother turning your brain on for a bit. Like, even on my first viewer, knowing full well that Steven is Pink, I figured soon as the Diamonds would arrive that “Ah, Steven’s gonna make them open up their eyes,” which initially diminished any impact the whole fight scene had on me; making it more of a laughable tussle then a serious root worthy standoff. It’s kinda hard to feel invested when you feel the protag’s not gonna lose in any semblance! But, what makes this generally better than Change Your Mind is the wedding part of it all. Man, if this episode was just about the wedding, it would’ve been #1 no question. The musical, the ceremony, Rubes and Sapphy in general, it all just came together like quality fettuccine! I’m a sucker for weddings and that was one of the best moments of the show.

Number 3: Escapism

I’ve already talked about this episode, almost ad nauseam, so if you wanna know more about why I say it’s the best of the Diamond Days arc, links here, here, and here. But long story short, this was an episode that utilized the point of the title extensively. In contrast to Steven and Connie’s barren situation, the episode was an escapism in a literal and figurative sense and even then, it’s one where Steven had to genuinely fight to get the ending he wanted. Reminded me a lot of one of my all time favorite books, The Odyssey. It’s one where I genuinely empathized with the kid’s struggles since he found his situation dire and serious. It was mostly absent of dialogue which made the visuals stand out more to me. And really, I had a laugh at how Steven was done with this shit which made his successes feel more.... gratifying, lack of a better term. And the cherry on top was the musical number, which had me thinking of its purpose for once. Needless to say, I enjoyed thinking about this episode.

Number 2: Back to the Kindergarten

This episode is an earnest time waster. I mean that as a big compliment and because it literally amounts to Peridot wasting time on futile efforts to come to a valid sense of self actualization. Seems episodes containing the shorty squad with Scallion head as the central focus amount to the most meaningful slice of life episodes and I’m for episodes like this. Raising the Barn was generally boring until the end, but this episode makes up for that with a solid experience for Peridot handling the aftermath of Lapis abandoning her. Amethyst was a direct, yet necessary push for Peridot to head to the Kindergarten, especially when she herself was pumped to go now knowing her lineage, and it was neat how Peridot’s newfound colorful perspective shined a profound light on how the Kindergartens were harmful to Earth. Even Steven was a great backbone to the others, being a good team player to both Peridot and Amethyst when they briefly tag teamed to be Smokey. While I was questioning why the trio were planting sunflowers in a place… devoid of sunlight, the end where Peridot looks over the leviathan batch of ‘em, signifying the vast opportunities she still has while alive, in comparison to the first train ride she had where she sulked away from the scenery, was a lovely feel to look back on. This was an enjoyable watch the whole way through and a good episode to think about from time to time. But I’d expect nothing less for best Crystal Gem.

Honorable mentions: Jungle Moon, The Trial, The Question, A Single Pale Rose

Number 1: What’s Your Problem?

My only complaint for this episode is the beginning where Amethyst is more callous than before, being generally ignorant to Pearl and Sapphire sobbing right in front of her. I understood what she was going for, doesn’t diminish the episode, but the writers made her sound pretty out of character. A great joke in this is when Amethyst tries to literally jet off and for a split second, I forgot that Steven can jump high and seeing him pounce at her just caught me off guard. Then we have the end, where, after trying to help him open up, Ame tells Steven that she’s tired of him having to carry the others’ melancholic baggage and that he deserves to have a voice for himself. And that… stuck with me, resonated with me because her putting her foot down felt honest, sincere, and to the point. And man, if I can resonate with a Steven Universe episode at this state, someone did something objectively right. I especially like that after her big moment, she playfully recoiled when Steven casually gave her a compliment to think about. I’d say it showed that Steven does want to express his feelings, but he feels that venting isn’t gonna resolve much like how it used to. It showed the two supporting each mutually without having to feel sorry for themselves. This episode not only boosted my love for Amethyst, other best Crystal Gem, her and Steven’s sibling bond over time, culminating to this moment, is what I enjoyed most about this series. If more episodes was like that third act, I would praise this show a whole lot more.

Won’t lie, got mixed feelings about this season. On one hand, it’s the Kingdom Hearts 3 of this series where there’s some finality to it, there was quite a lot to enjoy, and I feel relieved sticking by it the whole way. On the other hand, the majority of episodes didn’t faze me as much and it felt exhausting actually getting some finality to this series since this season took almost two years to premiere everything. At the very least, I’m optimistic in the fresh start SU 2 will potentially bring with the movie this coming fall; it’s gonna be the Knack 2 of Cartoon Network. In any case, my kudos to the crew for this series and their dedication* to it.

[dunnfor29]

Snowed In

A/N Again, this was just something I wrote to practice my second person perspective. It’s nothing substantial, just a bit of fun. Beta’d by the lovely @notsomolly. NSFW-ish.

- I’m lonely.

Two words from your best friend and you were on a flight the very next day to join him for a bit of his press junket and possibly some award shows. Not that it was a big hassle; you could telecommute for work and it wasn’t exactly unpleasant to stay in five star hotels with full room service. And Sebastian was a nice bonus, you thought with a stifled laugh. You two were close and had been for years. There was a peace and a comfort that you found in him that no other person or place provided.

You stared out the window at the snow coming down; this was day three of the storm and, consequently, day three of being cooped up in Sebastian’s hotel suite. You had ventured into his bed earlier that morning, complaining of being cold. You peered up at him from where your head was perched on his shoulder to find his eyes closed, his breathing steady. “Seb,” you whispered, “Sebastian.” He hummed in response, lids flickering slightly. “Play a game with me.”

“Pardon?”

“We’re snowed in,” you shrugged, “we’re clearly bored, let’s just do something silly and stupid.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

You thought it over for a moment, before a childlike spark of mirth ignited behind your eyes. “Truth or Dare.” You frowned when Sebastian barked out a laugh. “Aw, c’mon! I know it’s super seventh grade, but it could be entertaining.”

“To say the least,” he added. “All right. We’ll play Truth or Dare, but all bets are off; no backing out of anything.”

“I’ll agree to that on the condition that everything stays within these walls,” you stated, “I won’t have my dirty little secrets gossiped about on any movie sets and I’m certainly not stripping down to run naked down the hall or out into the snow.” Another sharp bark of laughter sounded off the walls. “Deal?”

“Deal.” You shook hands, then sat up, wrapping the soft throw tighter around your shoulders. “Now, since it’s my hotel suite, I think I reserve the right to go first.” You made to protest, but Sebastian shushed you. “Here it goes: Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Hm… Kiss, Marry, Kill out of the Avengers cast.”

You snorted. “That’s an entirely different game, Seb.”

“Fine. Still truth?” You nodded. “Who, of the Avengers cast, would you most like to kiss?”

Without hesitation, you purred, “Chris.”

“Which one? There’s three in the Marvel films and two are in the Avengers.”

“Pick one,” you winked, with a casual shrug. “Truth or Dare.”

“What? No, you didn’t answer the question.”

“Yes, I did. You didn’t ask me to specify a last name. I could’ve said Tom and you’d still be confused as to who I meant.” You gave him a brilliant smile. “Now, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” he sighed.

“You’ve had roles before where you’ve kissed other men. If you had to kiss one of your Avengers cast mates, who would you choose?”

“Well, since Mackie isn’t here to give me shit for this, I guess I’ll say Evans, just to see tens of thousands of teenage girls’ heads explode.”

“How very devious of you,” you said, laughing. “The Stucky fandom would never recover.”

He winked. “All right, your turn: Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” It was your ultimate, go-to answer. Dare always seemed too… well, daring. Truth was safer. At least, it had always been safer, but Sebastian didn’t seem to want to let you off easy.

“Let’s make this interesting…” were the words uttered immediately before you knew you could no longer hide behind banality. Inwardly, you cringed. “Where is the naughtiest place you’ve ever had a hickey?”

“Wow. Right to juicy stuff, eh?” You attempted to stall, but his eyes were already scanning your body, a mischievous glint in his eye. It made your stomach feel strange… good strange, but strange nonetheless. “So, like, location?”

“Yeah, location on your body.”

“Okay, but-”

“No buts, remember? You can’t back out of any question or dare.”

“Can I change my answer to dare then?” He shook his head and you sighed, defeated, then whispered, “I’ve never had a hickey before.”

He shot you a look of disbelief. “That’s the lamest excuse ever. C’mon, just answer and then you can embarrass me.”

“No, Seb, I mean it… I really have never had a hickey.” You wouldn’t meet his gaze now, so he reached out to grab your hand. Glancing at him from beneath your lashes, he gave you a soft, if not a bit teasing, smile. You straightened up and smacked his hand away. “Nope. You’re trying to distract me. It’s my turn to embarrass you, remember?”

He laughed, hearty and genuine. “Turnabout’s fair play. Shoot.”

“Truth or Dare.”

“You want to know the naughtiest place I’ve ever had a hickey, don’t you?”

You flailed dramatically, then flopped back against the king size bed. “You take the fun out of everything.”

“Do you wanna know or not?” You turned to look at him, opening one eye skeptically. Did you? He didn’t wait for further assurance that you did, he simply lifted one edge of the hem of his plain white tee, and tugged his joggers down just a smidge, circling that delightful V – well, half of the V – that disappeared further down. “Right about there.”

You couldn’t help but stare a little. The trail of fine hairs that descended from his navel was also visible and a tiny, but prominent vein was raised under the skin over his hipbone. Your mouth went dry, but you cleared your throat and redirected your gaze level with his. The smirk tugging at his mouth was a clear indicator that he knew you were admiring his little sinful skin show. And, honestly, it made you all the more turned on.

“Your turn,” you whispered, finally, hoarsely. He chuckled, readjusting his tee, and covering his lap with the sheet. When he asked, you struggled to decide; you already felt like you’d revealed something very private and vulnerable, so you opted for Dare. And oh, what a mistake that was, for as soon as the word dropped from your tongue, he got a devious smile before biting his bottom lip. “Fuck. You’re gonna make me do something insane, aren’t you?”

“Not insane, no. I just think you should let me give you a hickey.”

Your eyes nearly bulged from your skull. “What? Are you fucking kidding?” He shook his head, reaching to take your hand again, rubbing circles into your palm. You wanted to yank it from his grasp, and yet, you never wanted him to let go at all. Sebastian always evoked such strong, conflicting emotions in you. “Why?”

“Because you’ve never had one. And you picked Dare.” He said these things as if they were obvious, rational explanations. “No backing out,” he reminded, softly.

“C’mon, Seb. Don’t you think it would be a little odd for you to just suck a love bite into my skin? Besides, I can’t have a giant bruise on my neck when I go back to work.”

“Okay, first off, we don’t have to jump right to it, we can ease our way in, take our time. And secondly, there are plenty of non-visible places on your body.” You shivered; imagining his mouth on your throat was delicious enough, but now he was talking about your body – torso, most likely – and it was suddenly very warm in the room. You tossed the throw aside and looked pointedly at him. “So?”

“All right, let’s just say, for argument’s sake, that I agreed to this. How would we go about leading up to it and where were you thinking of leaving this so-called hickey.” You were flustered and he could tell; he tried to hide his amusement, but it was no use, you saw right through him. He cleared his throat and motioned for you to lie down, flat on your back. Without so much as a second thought, you followed his direction. “What now?”

“Well, like you said, for argument’s sake, I would say we could lead up to it by making out a little – get a little foreplay going,” his voice, though still playful, had dropped an octave, the timbre reverberating in your chest he was so close to you now. “As for where…” He touched a fingertip to the hollow of your throat and traced downward, stopping at your sternum, then the bottom of your ribcage, to your abdomen, coming to a stop at your pelvic bone. “All possibilities.”

“So, you, just…” you swallowed, thickly, trying to act relaxed, blasé even, while simultaneously trying to quiet your rapidly increasing heart rate. His eyes were skimming slowly from your surely flushed face to where your hands wrung the hem of his NASA tee you just happened to have borrowed. You tried again: “So, you, just… like, want us to make out?” It came out apprehensive and you suspected he knew how nervous you were and, indeed, he called your bluff.

“No. I’m daring you to make out.” He smirked, “and the hickey, of course.” He pauses for a few beats, presumably waiting for you to back out, push him away… but you don’t. He leans further over you, blue eyes meeting yours, seeking permission, which you silently give with a subtle nod of your head. He gives you a soft, half smile before moving in.

At first, it’s just the brush of his nose against yours, then traveling across your cheekbone and back again. His bottom lip touches your top one until his mouth closes over yours. It’s slow, tender, and not at all what you were expecting. You sigh into the kiss, which he takes full advantage of, just barely tasting you. At some point, you had fisted his tee in your right hand and you jerked him closer, causing him to laugh and deepen the kiss to your command.

His hands are occupied elsewhere; one brushing the loose strands of hair away from your face, cradling your head, and the other lightly massaging your hip. In your head, you can hear this tiny voice begging him to go a few inches to the left, to the apex of your thighs. It shocks you to realize that it’s your voice; you frown and shake your head vigorously to loosen those thoughts. He pauses from where his lips had been lightly sucking your collarbone.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” All five words come out in a rush of one single breath. “Seb, I’m-”

“Nervous,” he whispers, lips suddenly at the soft spot just behind your ear. “If you want me to stop-”

“No!” He lets a soft laugh escape, his breath brushing against your skin in the most delicate way, and you shiver. You stiffen, resolute in your next statement. “I mean I’m not backing out of this dare.”

He tuts at you, mockingly disapproving, then quietly says something in Romanian. You nearly growl; he knows how frustrated you get when he speaks in his native tongue. Not just because you don’t understand, but also because it’s an incredible turn on. Well, you actually hadn’t ever told him that second part. He most certainly knows now, though, as you whine impatiently and lift your hips into his.

Another few tuts, followed by another sentence in Romanian. The hand on your hip begins to move, his palm flat against your pelvis, his thumb slipping beneath the hem of your shorts while his fingers smoothly glide against the skin of your stomach. The warmth of skin on skin, the sheer exciting impiety of knowing it’s Sebastian’s, makes all your unilingual anger dissipate. His tongue is teasing the hollow at the base of your throat and it sets your body on fire to know he can hear, and feel, all the appreciative noises you’re making.

“I think you’re enjoying this,” he mumbles, tugging your tee up until it’s bunched around your ribs. “Should we just, y’know, lose the top?”

You know you’re wearing a bralette underneath, but it’s not exactly covering much. You shook your head and he doesn’t press the issue any further. Instead, his mouth is on yours again, teasing it open with the tip of his tongue, delighting in parting the seam of your kiss-swollen lips. Fuck, he was such a good kisser; you had always suspected it from watching his love scenes in various projects, but wow did this surpass even those high expectations.

And just when you were completely punch drunk, he moved lower, his exquisite lips finally coming into contact with the skin of your abdomen. He’d lick, then bite and suck, then lick again to soothe the sting. Over and over, he repeated this process for a good twenty-five seconds; first at the very bottom of your sternum, then again on the left side of your ribcage, and one last time on your right hipbone.

It felt as though you weren’t even in the room, on that bed, beneath Sebastian. It was a total out of body experience, or at least that’s the only way you could identify it. You had heard yourself moaning, panting, whining, all while writhing under his ministrations. Now, as you were coming to, you realized that your right hand was twisted in the shoulder of his tee, and the left was gently grasping a fistful of soft, brown hair. Then, you made eye contact.

“You. Said. Hickey.”

He quirked a brow, then laughed, “What?”

“Hickey, Seb. You said hickey. Not plural.”

“Mm, I didn’t hear a complaint,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the one on your hip. “Though, I will admit, this game turned into something definitely more R-rated than something one would play in seventh grade.” That made you both laugh as he came to lie beside you. “So, how were your first hickeys?” He emphasized the ‘S.’

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be forgetting them anytime… well, ever.”

[ndlawyers]

recipe for turnabout liveblog

so right off the bat i'm seeing in my walkthrough that maggey byrde is the defendant. oh great. i have nothing against her character but i hate that she and gumshoe are hinted to be romantically involved or at least share feelings for one another. gumshoe is a gay man and i feel very strongly about this

phoenix wright impersonator??

the second man (the killer or whatever) looks suspiciously like phoenix in silhouette. if hes not an evil twin then who is he?

oh great the gay stereotype guy. i really don't know much about gay stereotypes in japan but this is certainly a different breed of homophobic stereotype than the american flavor

why can't we just use the magatama maya always wears? or is only the one pearl gave us magic?

not only is gumshoe definitely gay (its my headcanon which means its correct), but he's significantly older than maggie! (32 and 23 is a big experience and maturity gap) gross! i hate this ship even more! fuck the phoenix wright writer people for this one!

glen elg's name is a palindrome. not sure if that's significant or just for fun

orange is so not maya's color

what's in the bottle? poison, perhaps? the plot thickens

so this is our odd phoenix impersonator. how is he...orange? i like his pink scooter though

this old guy probably keeps coming back to the restaurant because he's a perv. i don't like this guy. also, those dresses really aren't showing much of anything. imagine being scandalized by that

what idiot lent armstrong half a million? i don't think that was a very good financial decision

phoenix! i know you need kudo to talk, but dont bring maya out just so he can be creepy about waitress uniforms! gross!

i am begging the people who make these games to stop sexualizing mia so much. i know i know boobs or whatever and yes she is hot im bi and have eyes but cmon

i feel a little bad for armstrong but he did steal from people and did have what might be a poison bottle in his kitchen so the jurys out on this guy

fr how did they think that guy was phoenix

have we ever had to choose NOT to press harder on a statement in these games? lol

WHY DIDNT GUMSHOE TELL US ANY OF THIS INFORMATION

i know you're not necessarily rational when your life in on the line in court, but why is maggey mad at gumshoe? he is legally obligated to present the evidence

victor kudo's nose is starting to disturb me...it looks like some kind of boil...are u okay sir

kudo and the judge cant be that far apart in age. why is kudo more of a boomer

i think that phoenix could pull off that waitress uniform for sure

i just realized kudo is wearing a sleeveless top which is sort of funny to me. the weird thing though is why does it have the hiragana for nu on it?

well that was a weird day at trial. still dont see how this changes the amount of evidence against maggey. sure kudo is unreliable, but we havent even established the presence of the second person yet

that girl is scary

the mob?? well that took an interesting turn

i know medical care is ridiculously expensive, but are there really million dollar procedures? maybe im being naive, though

i feel a bit bad for viola. she can't help the family environment she was born into, and its depressing that she really wanted to believe that tigre saved her because he cared about her. i'm guessing shes an accomplice in the poisoning, but tigre planned the whole thing

this is a very complicated murder plan, but it is ace attorney, after all. what would an ace attorney case be without like 50 logistically insane twists?

adhd gumshoe rights?

oh shit its all coming together

WHY DID ANYONE THINK THAT THIS GUY WAS PHOENIX

GUMSHOE'S HERE

why was there a random blackout. also cool that godot's mask glows. im still not a huge fan of his character though

i think maggey is being a jerk to gumshoe but maybe im just hetphobic if the writers were real ones shed be gay

anyway that was a wild case. i had fun but still i dont think its one of my favorites. i wonder what happened to violetta she was my favorite character from this case i think

aaaand finally we're done with the filler cases (i like the filler cases don't get me wrong, but i really just miss edgeworth and i assume he'll return in case 4 or 5)

[lilietsblog]

and then theres Turnabout Big Top and I’m very angry at Miles Edgeworth

in which Franziska von Karma

- unlike Miles in Turnabout Samurai (SLAM DUNK) actually investigates everything attentively and talks to all the witnesses

- really doesnt want to put the clown on the stand

- like... really really doesnt want it

- can you blame her given his first testimony is just complaining how nobody likes his jokes

- promises she’ll have someone listen to him after the trial AND FOLLOWS THROUGH ON THAT

- puts up admirably with the fucking ventriloquist puppet

- actually convinces the judge to drop the ‘so who IS the witness’ question

- puppet marriage

- has no clue nor explanation for the missing footprints but Max is the only one theres ANY evidence against

- I suspect she was not the one who decided when the trial would be held

- does not even try to connect the ‘flying man’ claim with Max Galactica because its bullshit and she knows its bullshit

- it might have worked on the judge he is that stupid

- even Phoenix thinks its plausible

- Franziska doesnt

- shadows Wright’s investigation of Acro while also pursuing her case against the defendant at the same time

- orders the surprise search on Gumshoe’s suggestion but does not connect the dots on the wheelchair thing

- comes to court the next day once again knowing who did it but with no clue about the murder weapon

- when the judge asks her about the bust actually breaks down in tears

- the police are searching for it right now

- even Phoenix notices shes stalling for time YET DOES NOT CONNECT THE DOTS SOMEHOW

- Phoenix why would she want to stall for time in a trial that’s already going her way because Acro is a concrete wall

- sets up the most bullshit objections that Phoenix doesnt even need a pause to counter

- my favorite one is screaming MORON at the top of her lungs with no explanation whatsoever

- did Phoenix not realize he had no case without any non-circumstantial evidence

- the judge was the one who had the problem with his claims not Franziska

- if she had gone for this argument and changing the defendant mid-trial herself shed be up against the same problem

- she stalls desperately

- who cares about why exactly Acro blamed Bat’s death on Regina, ‘she’s the animal tamer’ is enough of a connection for most people

- does not notice the pepper on the scarf and connect any dots because see above

- the scarf was literally irrelevant otherwise

- when Wright works up to the pepper explanation Fran actually ends up continuing his thought and explaining his reasoning to the judge herself

- prosecution and defense dont normally finish each other’s lines

- except when Franziska von Karma is doing her best to nail her own witness

- after Maya’s HOLD IT demands that Wright tell the court where the weapon is

- not asserts he doesn’t know where it is but demands he tell them because THAT IS HER GOAL HERE AND THE LAST HOPE IS WRIGHT

- breaks the fuck down when the witness suggests she knew about the wheelchair and did this on purpose

- she didn’t

- she realized nothing

- she made herself look like a complete idiot for the entire trial because she did not realize this

- I am so angry with Miles Edgeworth

- did he figure out the wheelchair thing and if so why did he not tell Franziska

- there is precedent for changing defendants mid-trial

- Farewell My Turnabout had better have some really fucking good explanations there

[thegrimmrwbyfanblog]

What’s A Massage Between Sisters Anyway?

Series: RWBY

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long

Content Warning Tags: Incest, Breast play, Lactation, No Penetration

Word Count: 2.6k

Yang is sore and tired after a hard work out with her dad. Ruby offers to give her a massage. What could possibly happen between these two sisters?

Yang groaned, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow. She arched her back like a lion getting comfortable and ready for an afternoon nap in the sun, a state she wasn’t too far away from herself what with how Ruby was working over her back like a professional masseuse. “Oh gods, Ruby. Your hands are amazing. I should ask you to do this more often.”

Ruby blushed and looked down at her sister’s back, able to actually see the definition of all the muscles the brawler had. “I wouldn’t mind that,” she whispered as she ran her hands down what felt like warm marble, feeling along it for another knot. Finding one, the reaper started kneading the area, going faster and faster until her hands were vibrating and shedding rose petals.

The knot taken care of, Ruby ran her hands along the chiseled flesh, but she quickly became distracted in how warm Yang was. It was pleasant to the touch, at first feeling tense and rigid all over but now feeling pliant and relaxed with an undercurrent of strength beneath. Ruby gulped as she shifted slightly from her seat where she was straddling Yang’s pert butt, her legs gripping onto the blonde’s waist a little more tightly.

She let her eyes wander with her hands, enjoying the sight of Yang in just her tube top and spats as she cooled down from a tough workout. Her blush grew almost as red as her namesake as she drank in the view of her sister’s massive chest pillowing out to the side and straining against the skimpy top she was wearing. The eighteen-year-old knew from a recent bout of curiosity during her turn for doing the house’s laundry that Yang was easily an F-cup.

Unbidden, her fingers ghosted along the hem of the top, inching them up further and further Yang’s bare back. The nineteen-year-old barely even noticed what with how those fingers rubbed with the grace and speed gained from being a sniper with a speed semblance, carving a path through all the remaining tension.

That is, until the moment that Ruby’s hands snaked around Yang’s sides and got a big handful of the blonde’s massive tits.

The sudden shock of those nimble digits groping at her left Yang in plenty of shock for all of two seconds as her brain restarted and registered the fact that her little sister was the one doing it. “Ruby, what the fu-” She tried to push herself up but with Ruby leaning down and putting her weight on her as well as how relaxed and tired she felt, all she accomplished was lifting her chest higher and giving Ruby more room to work.

Ruby, as focused as she had ever been, leaned closer in, resting her chin on her big sis’ neck and enjoying the heavy weight in her hands and the sound of Yang’s breath getting heavier. However, as Ruby played, she felt something strange.

Yang’s nipples felt a lot puffier than hers did.

Her curiosity fully peaked and aroused enough to assert herself, Ruby sat back up, grabbed Yang’s shoulder, and flipped her over despite the blonde’s weak protests. Yang totally powerless to stop her, Ruby grabbed the top and shoved it up out of the way to expose the brawler’s amazing rack to the open air. They were flawless and evenly white as they slopped gently to either side of her chest, gravity pulling down on them like it wanted them for itself. Perched at the very summit of both of her perfect tits was a puffy mound, both of them bubblegum pink.

That was how Ruby Rose discovered that her sister had inverted nipples.

Embarrassed at Ruby’s wide-eyed stare, Yang crossed her arms in to hide herself. “I know it looks weird, but I swear I can explain-” However, Yang failed to realize that in what was essentially a doomed-from-the-start effort to cover herself up, all that she accomplished was her smushing her breasts together and creating a deep valley cleavage. The second was now that Ruby had seen her inverted nipples, there was no going back.

The crimsonette couldn’t stop herself. She wrested Yang’s wrists up above her head and pinned them in place with a single hand. The other went down to one of Yang’s breasts, holding it steady so that she could latch onto that pink mound with her lips. Moaning a little at the sweet taste, Ruby lapped at the tit in her mouth, trying her best to free the tiny little nub hidden away.

Yang didn’t notice it, the moaning mess she had quickly become, but as Ruby kept her “massage”, the hand that kept hers pinned in place slowly moved away until there was a second hand playing with her unattended breast. No, her whole world was what was being done to her body from the gentle weight on her hips to the warmth and moisture measurably building up in her crotch to all the toying that Ruby was doing with her breasts. She couldn’t help it; her breasts had always been sensitive, and now somebody was paying full attention to them.

Her hips bucked as Ruby gave a particularly hard suck, freeing one pink nipple from its fleshy prison and switching over to do the same to its other. The wet mound hardened in the chill of the air now that there was nothing to keep it warm. Sticking straight up and feeling very stiff, it was vulnerable to those slim and very callused digits finding it.

A whine escaped Yang as Ruby tried her level best to coax the other nipple out from its inversion while her fingers tweaked and pulled at the freed one, the calluses giving just the right friction as they mercilessly pulled and rubbed at her flesh. Her legs kicked a little and her toes curled just as Ruby succeeded, the adorable reaper pulling back a little, just enough to examine and admire her handiwork.

Two perfectly stiff pink caps drenched in her saliva sat atop the peaks of a perfect pair of amazing tits, the chest they were attached to heaving as their owner breathed in deep gulps of air in an effort to calm herself down. However, all it accomplished was a steady wobbling in the pliant flesh which stoked a fire in her loins. Ruby moved her gaze upwards and nearly lost all of her composure when she saw that her big sister was looking back at her, those lilac eyes hooded and those cheeks flushed as Yang tried to catch her breath.

Ruby smirked and placed her hands flat on that perfectly sculpted tummy and those delicious abs before she slowly slid them up until she came to the swell of Yang’s breasts. She grabbed the base of both of them and gently squeezed, rather enjoying the way Yang’s mouth formed a little “O” as she did so. There was just something in the way Yang’s eyes screwed shut and her breath hitched as her hands started firmly moving up farther and farther almost like she was milking a cow.

However, those silver eyes blinked a few times in surprise when just as her fingers crested the pink tips of those magnificent mounds, a few drops of something white and sweet-smelling leaked from the nubs. Ruby looked back at Yang’s face only to find that the blush on the other girl’s cheeks had darkened even further and she had draped an arm over her eyes. A tired grin found its way onto Ruby’s face as she immediately set upon her self-appointed task of relieving any and all tension from her sister’s body. If that meant milking her sister until they were dry, so be it.

Besides, she reasoned taking a quick lick of the milk and making Yang shiver in the process, it tastes too damn good to stop here.

An idea struck the still straddling girl as she remembered all those teasing comments about her body growing up, deciding that turnabout was fairplay. “You know, Yang, I may have called you ‘cow tits’ every now and then, but I never realized just how true that was.” Ruby tweaked those sensitive tips and watched as small rivulets of that white spilled from them, her mouth watering at the thought of licking up all that milk from Yang’s tits.

Yang felt a small burn of anger and humiliation at the comment, but it was quickly washed away in a wave of pleasure and relief when Ruby leaned in and dragged her tongue across her chest, the pink muscle flicking with a speed that could only have been semblance-borne. Her spats felt humid, and she could feel delicious friction in just the right spot whenever she rubbed her thighs together.

She could have fought back against this, but fatigued and insensate as she was from her workout and Ruby’s massage, there was little she could really do but struggle uselessly. That, and it felt really fucking good. So she lay there, enjoying the sensation of someone kneading at her teats. Her whole body tensed as Ruby decided to go a step further from lavishing her with her tongue to finally taking her whole areola into her mouth. Yang babbled weakly when Ruby gave it a good strong suck.

Ruby hummed at the taste of Yang’s milk that gushed onto her tongue. In a teasing mood, Ruby switched to the other breast, taking a moment to enjoy the image of that light pink color stained with thin streams of white. Gently, she took the bud between her incisors, rubbing the flesh between the sharp edges and eliciting a keening whine from her sister. Ruby clamped down with a little more pressure and yanked her head back.

Yang’s eyes crossed as she felt her boob get pulled out to the point of stretching, natural elasticity and gravity trying to snap her larger-than-most-girls chest back into its normal shape. Her breath caught in her throat as Ruby tugged it from side to side like an enthusiastic puppy enjoying a new toy. All of that combined with Ruby’s semblance-enhanced tweaking and massaging of her other side had her bucking her hips and occasionally bouncing off of the mattress she was pinned to, nearly knocking the smaller woman off of her.

Ruby let the delicious treat in her mouth slip free and watched the fatty tissue jiggle in place as it snapped back down like a rubber band. She leaned back a little and started moving her hands as deftly and swiftly as possible despite how much energy using her semblance for as long as she had been ate up, now earnestly trying to milk her sister.

She savored the cries that Yang let out, glad that they wouldn’t have to worry about their father who had stepped out to pick up dinner in town as a reward for a good day’s training. Licking her lips, she watched as the dairy leaked out of those gloriously perky mounds in small spurts, coating both the valley between them and the vast slopes in creamy goodness. Unable to resist the allure of the dead sexy girl underneath her, she dipped her head down and resumed lapping away, exhaustion starting to truly gnaw at her.

Giving her semblance a brief break, Ruby slid her hands up and captured both tips between the pad of her thumb and her knuckle and pulled up, truly testing the upper limits of how far Yang’s F cups could stretch and making the blonde’s eyes turn red. A few drops dribbled out as she ran her tongue up the slopes to collect them and any other errant patches of white that she missed.

Yang felt like she was about to lose her mind as Ruby played with and sucked her breasts. Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her and her toes curled. She was close. All she needed was one big last push, and she’d go hurtling headlong over the edge when it happened. The busty brawler got exactly that when Ruby let her breasts go and watched them bounce a few times before snapping them both back up and latching her mouth onto the bubblegum pink flesh.

Ruby had to actually shift her weight upwards onto Yang’s abs to keep her from bouncing them both off the bed, shuddering a little as her sodden crotch got some stimulation against the rock hard muscle underneath. Milk damn near sprayed into her mouth as Yang orgasmed beneath her, the blonde howling as the crimsonette desperately sucked away, her hands a blur as they massaged the entirety of Yang’s bust. Even with her attention on sucking and trying to make sure she didn’t get thrown off, Ruby still made sure to swipe at those inverted nipples with a silly grin on her face as she realized just how sensitive they were thanks to the lack of regular stimulation they got, normally hiding away from the world at large.

Eventually, Yang reached the zenith of her orgasm, a swelling crescendo prolonged by the constant and unrelenting stimulation Ruby subjected her to thanks to her semblance. Likewise, Ruby also reached the limits of what she could do, her unique power having drained her stamina entirely. Unable to even keep herself sitting up straight, the little reaper barely managed to shift her hips down, eliciting yet another shudder of pleasure as her lower torso ground against Yang’s much larger frame. Yang’s bosom was sticky with both of their natural fluids, her own saliva and Yang’s copious amounts of milk, but Ruby was unable to bring herself to care too much as she laid her down to take a break, her forehead resting squarely against the blonde’s sternum. This had the added benefit, she noticed pleasantly the presence of two very soft somethings pressed gently against either of her cheeks.

The two of them stayed like that for a bit, the two of them cuddled against each other. Ruby could feel the way her sister shivered whenever Ruby’s warm breath washed over her bare and still heaving breasts as she tried to catch her breath, and Yang basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, not even caring about the sticky and slightly uncomfortable mess that was now her crotch. She felt a wave of anxiety as she realized just what she had done, letting herself get carried away in… whatever that had been. Her lust? Her pent-up desires? Whatever it was, it led to her pinning her sister to the bed and sucking her tits until she came. Ruby nuzzled deeper into Yang’s chest, trying to hide away from reality and just live in the moment, a moment where she could just bask in her sister’s warmth. “Yang… I hope you’re not angry.”

Yang looked down as Ruby, exhausted from using her semblance so much, conked out, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed. Ruby was scared? Of what? That felt fucking amazing! Her tits felt a lot lighter than they ever did, and she had a rockin’ orgasm… even if it was by her little sister’s hands.

Her expression softened. Oh yeah. That’s right. It was Ruby she was talking about. She was probably overthinking things and worrying herself half to death over what just happened. Besides, what had just happened wasn’t exactly normal. Yang smiled gently and leaned forward, planting a sweet kiss on Ruby’s forehead. Softly, she whispered, “You are amazing. I should ask you to do this more often.”

Especially if it meant she got a “happy ending” every time.

[kevinmyers65]

Wednesday night, party night

The wife and I went on vacation this week. It’s kind of a good thing but then again...not so much. My wife has been sick the entire time. Well, we had a friend show up and was staying in the same motel. My wife told her “take him out tonight, he needs to unwind....”. Little did she know.

Now, I’m 52. our friend is 63, and we were going to meet her friend at the moose lodge for “appetizers”. Mainly, start at the moose lodge because the drinks are cheaper there. We can get the buzz started for much less. 

We walked into the lodge and there is her friend. Mid 60′s, not a bad looking mid 60′s either. Linda introduced me to Carol. We sat down and started drinking. After about an hour, it was time to go hit the real bar down the street.

Harry’s is a mainstay in Pismo. Everybody ends up at Harrys one time or another. We walked in and the band was playing, and not very well I might add. We ordered a few drinks and got our tab started. 

Drinks were flowing and we were all feeling pretty good when out of nowhere, Linda grabbed my nuts and gave me a squeeze. Hello! Kind of a surprise there. I looked at her and said “ What the hell was that for?” she said that she just wanted to see if they were as full as they looked through my jeans. Oh, OK. I can accept that. The Carol asked wat was going on. I said that Linda just grabbed my junk. Whereupon Carol asked if she could too. Sure why not. So Carol grabbed a nice big handful. Turnabout is fair play right? I grabbed a handful of Linda and then up Carols skirt and a handful of her. Moist. hmm.

We sat back down, now with Carol on one side of me and Linda on the other, both had their hands on my legs, and were each rubbing closer to my balls. 

“OK ladies, if this is how it’s going to go, Im going to need to head back to your room and rub one out. I think my wife would get a little suspicious if I came back and rubbed one out in our room.”

Carol then said “Rub one out, nope. Lets just go back to the room and fuck. Are you game Linda?” Linda said “Fuck yes!” So we closed out our bar tab and headed back to the motel.

 We stumbled into the room and Carol didn’t waste any time. She was out of her top and skirt before I could get my shirt off. Horny AF! She immediately knelt down in front of me and started unbuttoning my jeans. Linda was right behind her, top off, jeans in a pile. Fuck it, I stood up, got out of my jeans and pulled out my cock. Now, it’s nothing totally amazing, but it is above average, and it is a nice looking cock. Or so I have been told lol.

Carol immediately dove on it, leaving Linda to suck on my balls. Well, she did grab a handful of them right?

Now, it’s been awhile since I had sex. I’m making up for lost time. I put my hands on the back of Carols head and pushed my cock all the way down her throat, and held it there for a few seconds. She gagged a little, then I let her go. Linda’s turn, all the way down, hold it....let her go. Back to Carol. This time she put her hands on my ass and swallowed my cock. No help needed. One thing I can say about this woman, she can suck some cock! Hell, they both can. I laid back on the bed and let them do their thing!

Linda took this as a chance to get her pussy ate. She set that pussy right down on my tongue and I went to town. I love eating pussy. Hell, I’ve been doing it for 40 years. Im pretty fucking good at it. She came fairly quickly. She really started squirming when I tickled her asshole with my tongue lol. That’s a little fetish of mine. I love it. 

Carol, at this point decided it was time to ride my cock. Warm, wet, pussy. God damn it felt good.She came twice on my cock. Linda came twice on my face. 

Now, Linda is going to take my dick. I rolled Carol off my dick and bent Linda over Carol. Linda started lapping up Carols pussy. I think they have been here before. I slowly pushed my cock in Linda’s asshole. She promptly pushed back and took my cock to the balls in her ass. I started pumping away. It only took a couple of minutes, but I was ready to blow. I gave my warning and Linda pulled her face out of Carols cunt and moved aside and I blew my load onto Carols muff, stomach, tits. Damn good one too. Linda then started licking Carol clean.

All this went down in 20 minutes. I have time for one more. While Linda was cleaning Carol up, I buried my cock in her pussy, and just did a slow roll. Totally hot watching Linda lick my cum off of Carols breasts. Soon I was hard again. 

I proceeded to fuck both of them for the next hour. I came in Linda’s pussy and Carol sucked that cream pie out. Good girl. I left Linda’s room and headed back to mine. My wife was asleep, but woke up after I got out of the shower. She asked if I had a good time. Yes, Yes I did.

[jake-marshall]

5, 9, 12 (can be a case, a game, an arc, whatever), 19 (go for it :P)

I can’t believe I have to put a disclaimer but I know how this fandom is with snooping around, so I’ll make one: these are my opinions, and boy are they salty.  As such, I’ve tried to slash out tags of ever ship mentioned in here (regardless of positive or negative speak of it), so let me know if anything shows up in the tags and I”ll go back and block it, because I”m not trying to spread hate; I’m answering questions for a friend who enjoys my saltiness >:pIf you don’t agree with my opinions, that’s fine, good for you, i don’t think everyone has to agree with me, just as I don’t agree with everyone.   Don’t try to engage me in a conversation about it because you can not possibly imagine how much I do not care.

 Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*I’ve already talked before aboutKl/apol/lo being the main answer for this (more so than Nar/u/mitsu Iguess because at least I understand where Nar/u/mitsu comes from) soI’ll mention these two:I wouldn’t say that the fandom hasmade me dislike La/namia, but it’s really disheartening that there’sso much content of it that’s either blatantly bisexual erasure(“they’re lesbians sorry i don’t make the rules!” shit likethat) and/or is less about celebrating the pairing and more of avessel to spread hatred of Godot (and very occasionally Jake).  So asa result I don’t actively seek out content for it the way I do otherships I like, which sucks, because  I don’t get to enjoy it as muchas I want to.  It’s my fave f/f ship after Junith/ena, mostdefinitely.As for a pairing I was originally indifferent tothat the fandom has soured me on?  Lmao Simon/Nahyuta anyone?  Backbefore SoJ came out and this was a crack ship that was born out of“omg Simon would think Nahyuta is so anime bishie! ^_^”(because they were aching for a male character to ship Simon with,I’m sure), I was just like “whatever.  Immature and side-eyeinducing, but ultimately, whatever.” Now, after seeing their purely negativeinteraction in SoJ treated as “omgz sexual tension!” when,if it was a heterosexual pairing, I GUARANTEE it would becondemned/considered wildly unhealthy (Kl/ema is the closest thing Ican compare it to?  Like, can’t bitches just dislike each other???),I can not possibly roll my eyes hard enough at this steaming garbageship and the idea that Yuty’s precious luv will heal Simon’s abusedbroken baby birb soul! And omgz they’re so hawtttt together i hopedem boiz maek out xD! It just reeks of “yaoi” fandom (andyes I mean that in a derogatory sense).  Oh, and don’t forget thatFulbright isn’t dead now, because he’s not even treated like he was alive in the first place! he’s just a plot device for Simon to angstover even more so Yuty has more chances to soothe him!  Ew.I mean, I guess it boils down to, Iwouldn’t dislike this ship so much if it was actually acknowledged asa silly crack ship instead of being extolled and placed on thispedestal as if it’s some pinnacle of how a relationship should be. Because ah, no, as a legitimate pairing it really is total andcomplete shit.Most disliked character(s)? Why?GOD well my most hated characters arecharacters we’re supposed to dislike, and/or love to hate?  I sayKristoph a lot for this since Klavier is one of my faves, and becuaseof how innocent Vera was.  Gant and MvK too, because of (likeKristoph) how long they were willing to be so self-serving anddeceitful and manipulative and had no guilt over their crimes?  But Imight hate Kristoph the most because, like Dahlia for you, Holly, Isee him get a lot of apologists, which is gross.

 I see this a lot for Phanty too, theapologists and humanization of him when he’s nothing but fuckingtrash, and I hate the fandom for it? but I don’t care about Phantyenough to really hate him (opposed to hating a certainship involving him COUGH COUGH). He’s just like some meme to me; Ilaugh at him and would rather spend my time focusing on Fulbright andhow much I like him because he’s the one who deserves my time, notthis loser^.   

Kristoph, however, was a betterdeveloped/written character. Even though we don’t know what’s behindhis psych-locks, and granted his motive was petty, I think that’swhat makes him interesting and creepy and realistic, and therefore heevokes a stronger opinion from me.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I really like TUrnabout BIg Top a lot, because I generally like ensemble casts such as this, and Acro is one of my favorite murderers.  I definitely understand why it makes people uncomfortable but I also have to wonder if people dislike it and JfA in general for the reason that there is little interaction between Nick and Edgey.   I don’t think Moe is as annoying as the fandom generally thinks he is, either, I honestly find him pretty sympathetic in many ways; it’s just his testimony that’s frustrating, as the player.

 It puzzles me when this fandom whines for poc/disabled characters and then we have Acro (even though he assumably wasn’t born physically disabled considering he was a professional acrobat but) and lmao no he’s boring.  But wait, actually, it doesn’t puzzle me…  because..... (see below)

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

Oh there’s more than one thing, and it’s certainly not exclusive to the AA fandom but:

If you think ANY character (other than a commonly hated one like Godot of course) is white OR cis OR straight OR neurotypical you’re a horrible person who doesn’t support marginalized folks! 

Along that vein, if you don’t ship X popular gay ship/do ship x het ship, you obviously are just a homophobe! and should kys because you don’t ~respect the source material~ 

Also along that vein, a character is ONLY interesting if you slap on random labels re: their sexuality/gender identity/mental health because that’s what defines them, of course!

Female characters can do whatever the fuck they want and can not be criticized for it, because it’s always justified and they’re always the victims but if you like a morally grey male character (or even just find him interesting as a character!)… that’s right!  You’re awful!

On a more personal note:  It’s perfectly acceptable to develop an AU where Dadworth lives, or where Mia lives, or where Clay lives, or Jove lives, or literally any character not named Fulbright lives, but if you ship (ACTUAL) Black/bright  you’re an idiot who isn’t following canon, how dare you!I hated this fandom going into it so I’ve kind of been like… resilliant to letting it get to me too much, and I have made some wonderful friends and it’s really reinvigorated my love for writing, which is important.  BUt on a whole, it’s a shit fandom and I advise against people getting too involved in it, if they have any opinions on the games/ships/characters that might mildly differ from the majority.