#wide narumitsu

[beansprout-draws]

Here Tumblr, have a silly doodle of KlavGav I did at uni a few days ago to procrastinate. He's so excited to be at the the Pink Pony club :]

Plus some bonus dumb ace attorney doodles I also did at uni feat. wide NaruMitsu:

[iridescentgleam]

you ever read an interpretation of your favorite ship(s)/character(s) that is just so contrary to what you believe and/or canon that you can't help but read more bc it is just so fascinating how wrong a person can be?

[mitskiluvr]

they’re so cutie pie

[nebinarnagovnara]

(2/2) Edgeworth meets Wright for the first time

Part 1!

For the prompt of Narumitsu Week Day 5: Another Universe, here's part 2 of this comic for my Story Contest AU.

[Transcript]

The descriptions how the characters look are in the Intro post linked in the word "Story Contest AU" in the previous caption.

The comic is mostly monochrome in black and white, with slight color variation due to a filter.

Page 1:

Wright leans in to Edgeworth. "So," he starts, "See anything you like?" Edgeworth simply stares at him. Trucy, still holding the big painting, turns to Phoenix, "Daddy, can I have my burger?"

Edgeworth's empty stare of shock.

Edgeworth's empty stare of shock evolves into a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. The hand rises his glasses as he does so. "Of course," his train if thought begins.

"Um, sir...?" Wright questions him, "Uh." "Here you go sweetie," he hands his daughter a burger. She thanks him and adds, "I think you broke him." Meanwhile Edgeworth turned away from from them, his face in his hands, emanating a depressing aura while he is thinking, "Of course, it's the artist's daughter. Just what am I thinking? Embarrassing. I am so tired."

"Erm," Edgeworth turns back around to face Wright, his hand going through his hair, "My sincere apologies, but unfortunately I cannot afford original artworks at this time..." "Ah! Say no more!" Wright exclaims, his hand raising.

Page 2:

Wright is picking up a stack of papers from the table.

He hands Edgeworth the stack, grinning, while Trucy stares at Edgeworth from behind, munching on a burger. "Prints! Seven bucks. Go wild!" Wright tells Edgeworth.

Edgeworth starts going through the stack, his fingers dipping among the papers while thinking, "Ahh... Now I am expected to purchase something... I would feel incredibly bad if I left them hanging like this..."

His fingers stop, as he sees a glimpse of a Steel Samurai illustration.

"The Steel Samurai!!!" he yells in his mind as he stares wide eyed, sweating and blushing at his discovery.

"Do you sell more... Of this type?" Edgeworth asks, pulling the Steel Samurai illustration out of the pile. Trucy has her eyes on Wright now. "Ahh, no unfortunately..." he replies.

Edgeworth: "That's a shame." Wright: "To be clear, I did sell them at one con I was at... That one here is leftovers, haha." Edgeworth: "So you attend comic cons?" Wright: "Yeah, but mostly with a friend..." They continue going on and on while Trucy is eating her burger and her eyes swipe between them.

Page 3:

A panel of their hands, Edgeworth handing Wright the money bills. "Here you go," he says. "Thank you so much!" Wright replies. There are sparkles around them.

As Edgeworth is putting the print in his bag, Wright wishes him a nice day and he nods.

Edgeworth looks down and starts brooding. Wright looks at him questioningly.

"Here goes nothing," he thinks, pulling out a scrunched piece of paper from his pocket.

He hands Wright the paper. "A contest." Sweat drops roll down his face. Wright is surprised, and Trucy in her curious nature lifts herself up so she can try and peek the content of the paper.

Page 4:

Edgeworth is holding out the paper, blushing furiously and sweating. The focus is on him. He is surrounded by sparkles and cozy, dull lighting. "This is a flyer for an illustrated story contest. All the information is on it, if you wish to take a look... The contestants join in teams of two..." he begins to say.

Wright simply stares at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, also blushing. The focus is now on him, and he is the one surrounded by sparkles and cozy, dull lighting. Edgeworth continues, "I am a writer, Miles Edgeworth. Your artworks have piqued my interest... If you're interested..."

Wright nervously smiles at him, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nghh... There it is..." Edgeworth realizes to himself, "That look of pity..."

Trucy practically jumps in front of Wright. He jerks at her appearance. "That's so great!" she exclaims, smiling widely, "Perfect!"

Page 5:

"Daddy hasn't drawn in weeks!" she continues giddily, accentuating the 'weeks', those words sharply stabbing Wright's head. He freezes in shock. Edgeworth's hand twitches as Trucy quickly swipes the flyer away from him.

"It'll be so good for him!" Trucy says. Edgeworth stares dumbfounded at his now empty hand, and fixes up his bag on his shoulder.

Wright, exasperated, looks at his daughter, shoulders slouched, blushing from embarrassment. In return she turns on sparkly eyes and looks at him back.

Her gaze gets more intense and way sparklier, and Wright closes his eyes.

"Okay!" Wright declares, straightening up, one hand on his forehead, and another digging through his hoodie pocket. He repeats himself more quietly, "Okay." Trucy raises her arms in victory and grins.

"Listen, um, Mr. Edgeworth," Wright begins, smiling nervously, pulling out his old Nokia phone from his pocket, "I can't promise anything, but you did buy from me. You can give me your number and I can let you know by tomorrow. How does that sound?"

Page 6:

Edgeworth, with the back of his hand over his mouth, surprised, stares at him. "... That is amenable, yes." The answer he gives him is calm, but inside his mind, he is crying in excitement and relief, yelling "There is hope!" in all caps. The panel is filled with flashes and flickers.

Edgeworth is typing in his number in Wright's phone. "...Erm, forgive me, I didn't catch your name?" he asks.

"Oh! Phoenix Wright. Nice to meet ya," replies Wright.

"Likewise." As he says this, Edgeworth thinks, "What year is this phone from...?"

[End transcript]

[ilovenarumitsu]

drunk requests

a short narumitsu fic where they are drunk and they kiss

set after the 1-4 trials

after the trial and miles' not guilty verdict, the group decided with some burgers and drinks (maya had to skip out on that part). through the night, the party eventually fizzled out, leaving phoenix and miles sitting down on the couch next to each other.

beer cans scattered on the floor and in their hands, words slurred and a comfortable laughter arose.

"you mean to tell me," phoenix paused to allow his laughter to ring through, "that you, prosecutor miles edgeworth, has never had a girlfriend? not even a first kiss?"

miles tried to contain his composure and took another sip from the can of beer. phoenix was long gone. drunker than he should be after a case. miles barely drank but his alcohol tolerance is so low that, even with only two cans (now on his third), his guard is slowly being let down. he is aware of this and he allows it. he trusts phoenix.

he laughs. "no, i haven't had my first kiss. or a girlfriend. i don't think i'm interested–"

phoenix hums. "really? you never even wondered?"

phoenix looks at miles, leaning closer. miles smells the alcohol in his breath. something about it is so intoxicating. something about phoenix wright is so intoxicating.

maybe it's the alcohol, but miles feels a sudden hotness rise in his cheeks. he stares into phoenix's eyes, from the eyes to his lips, and back into his eyes again.

before anything could happen, phoenix looks the other way and starts laughing loudly.

"i'm just kidding! the time will come eventually, miles." he slurs his words.

phoenix puts his arm over miles' shoulder, beer in the other hand. he takes a big swig, closing his eyes shut as he swallows.

miles feels his cheeks getting hotter with the sudden touch. everything phoenix does makes him feel flustered. he hides his head in his hands.

maybe he did wonder about his first kiss. only once. and it was in that moment where their faces were close enough that miles could analyze everything on phoenix's face. from his eyes to the last freckle on his face.

he speaks before he could think. "do you think it's possible if–"

he cuts himself off, hoping phoenix didn't hear it over his own laughter. it dies out.

"possible if what?"

miles regrets his words. "nevermind, it's stupid."

"we're drunk, miles." phoenix states. "we won't remember this in the morning. just say it."

phoenix was right, or at least, he was hoping that they would both forget it in the morning. he takes a deep breath before letting it all out in one go.

"can i kiss you?"

phoenix looks at miles with wide eyes, cheeks turning redder by the second as those words replay in his head.

"i'm sorry, this is stupid. i should go."

as miles gets up, phoenix grabs his hand and pulls him down, cupping his cheeks. they look at each other for a while and phoenix kisses him.

miles tastes the beer on his lips. his hands cupping phoenix's jaw, empty cans from the couch falls on the floor. this was passionate. something that none of them expected to do.

they pull apart. phoenix was the first one to break the silence.

"so." he starts. "i'm your first kiss?"

miles blushed. he really... enjoyed that.

"yeah." he smiles before going in for another kiss.

they wake up the next morning in each other's arms. nothing is the same after that.

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

Klapollo: Dissecting a song and talking about it's meaning

Franmaya: Snowball fight

Narumitsu: Edgeworth tries pie for the first time

BESTIE!!!!! HI BESTIE! So, all three of my fave ships, huh...? I can do that! Easy peasie!

Klapollo, 135 words

“Come now, Herr Forehead! You must admit, it’s the pinnacle of songwriting!” Apollo wasn’t sure how they had gotten into this discussion. One moment they were in bed together talking about music, and the next they were discussing song lyrics. Which then led to this ridiculous discussion. “Really, Klavier? “She’s indecisive, she can’t decide” is peak songwriting to you?” Apollo questioned with a brow raised. “Ja, of course! Is it not to you?” “Of course it isn’t! It’s repetitive! He already said she was indecisive, why would he explain what it means-” Apollo stopped as he saw the huge grin on Klavier’s face, shooting him a glare. “Wait, you’re just fucking with me!” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Herr Forehead.” Klavier laughed as Apollo hit him on the head with a pillow.

Franmaya, 240 words

One of the downsides of living in Los Angeles was the fact that it didn’t snow very often. Franziska missed it sometimes, the way snow blanketed the whole world in its pure white sheet, how brisk and cool the winter air was on her skin, the comfort of wearing winter clothes. Her and Maya Fey had decided to visit Franziska’s family in Germany, and Franziska had to admit, it was nice. It was nice getting to see the snow again. She still remembered when she hated the snow, and thought it was foolish. They do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Franziska smiled at the sight of it, her aunt’s backyard covered in snow. That was, until she felt a snowball pelted at the back of her head. She turned around to the source of said snowball, smiling when she saw Maya grinning at her. “Gotcha, Franzy!” Franziska smiled, a plan forming in her head. “I really do love you, Maya Fey.” “I love you too Franzy- WOAH!” Maya yelped as a snowball hit her right in the face. Franziska snickered. “NOT FAIR, FRANZY! That’s cheating!” Maya said. “And so is hitting someone distracted with a snowball, Maya Fey.” Franziska replied. “Oh! You’re gonna get it!” The two laughed as they engaged in a fierce snowball fight. And as Franziska pelted a snowball at Maya’s face again, laughing when she pouted, Franziska knew that she was in love.

Narumitsu, 290 words

Phoenix could bake. That still surprised Miles to this day, even when Phoenix had baked cookies and brownies for him. Sure, Phoenix was a pretty good cook, but baking was different. Baking required an intense and meticulous precision, and that bluffer of a man was the opposite of precise. And yet, Phoenix could bake. There was no denying that. And he was a pretty darn good baker, too. Phoenix was just perfecting his recipe for strawberry pie, and he had asked Miles to taste test it for him. Miles was more than willing to, he was his boyfriend after all, and he always liked to see what Phoenix had in store for him. Besides, Miles had never tried strawberry pie, and he thought it’d be nice to finally try it. After hours of work, Phoenix was finally able to show Miles the pie that he had just baked. He carried it over to Miles, setting it down the table. Just by the way it looked it was already delicious, though looks really weren’t everything. “Here it is! And if it’s trash, please be honest with me. I wanna know what I’m doing wrong.” Phoenix said. “Of course, Wright.” Miles replied. Miles took a bite out of the pie, and his eyes widened as soon as he tasted it. It was incredible. The crust was perfectly soft and flakey, but not overpowering the sweet tart of the strawberry. Even if he’d never tried strawberry pie before, he knew this was the best pie in the world. Phoenix was staring at him, with wide eyes and flour on his clothes, face, and hair. “How is it…?” “It’s incredible.” Miles said with a smile. Phoenix grinned, Miles fell in love with that grin.

[urlocallesbiab]

wip snippet game!

rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

@bookwhimses tagged me (thank you, dearest!) with the word TAILS

i, meanwhile, tag @agent-p-writes, @lavinialost, @sacred-algae, and @clockworkcheetah with the words SHARK or KITTY (pick the one you like!) also, if you see this post and want to participate in the game, consider yourself tagged by me :3

bookwhimses said, when tagging me:

(i know you have wips [eyes emoji] [heart emoji])

my friend, i have SO MANY of them goddamn wips, it's not even funny. lird help me! so, here goes:

T:

[from "Seattle Skies, Montana Blues: A Fool's Guide To First Dates" — the multichap farina slowburn about farah eating shit at dating apps and refusing to acknowledge her feeling for tina, while tina refuses to acknowledge her adhd or the desire to move out of her hometown. it's a year and three quarters old, and i still haven't finished ch1...]

The word ‘family’ is like sand on her teeth when she thinks it. Tina doesn't have one of her own, and her folks are growing older and more disappointed with each year; Jacob did, but he's gone now, and so are, in a way, his widow and kids, two thousand miles and two time zones away. Their old house stands still, hollow-eyed, like an empty nest, holding the anxiety of loneliness and dying out that hovers over the rest of the Tevetinos. Clock's ticking, time's flowing, and Tina is draining it away. She is not cut out for long-term relationships: her strategy is to kiss, bone, and bounce, before she could be discovered for the fuck-up that she is. It's not much, but it served her well over the years, given her some party stories to tell and some nights to remember. That's enough — that should be enough, because anything more is too hard to hold in her hands, too heavy.

A:

[from "The novel, horrible taste of consequences" — a narumitsu reunion fic set in the beginning of the 7 year gap, "in which Phoenix Wright loses control of the situation, makes everybody cry, gets engaged, and adopts a child, not necessarily in that order." the first draft is from 2020!]

An utterly unfamiliar girl greets Miles. For a short, bewildered moment he wonders if, in his delirium, he's gotten the apartment number wrong. "Is, uh… Is Phoenix Wright home?” “Aw!” She bows, little arm flying out, then springs back up and swivels away, announcing in a gameshow host's voice into the apartment at large, “A visitor for Mr. Wright!” The visitor stills, taken aback. It feels like a farce, like he's being pranked, or winning a lottery, or all that at once. From the other room, Phoenix laments. “Trucy, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't open the door,” he steps out, shaking his head in disapproval, “to strangers…” He trails off. Miles looks at him.

I:

[from "The mage, the astronomer, the warrior, and a shooting star" - a "yuri on ice" fairy tale au. it's about the half-human royal mage, victor, losing himself in his quest for power, and the first receiver of his magic, yuuri, saving him. the first draft is 8 fucking years old!]

It was a sight to behold, both gorgeous and dangerous, and it attracted many fools and even more rumors over the years. A story had it that once, a magician, mad with love, caught a flying nymph into his arms, and held on so tight that it became his wife; some say he died shortly thereafter, but a child of the union survived him; some say, none of this happened, for nymphs are only spirits. Fools say nothing, and come see for themselves. That night, Yuuri saw: it was a figure like no other. It burned hot and moved fast, dancing joyously and shining loudly; he could not tear his eyes away. The stars it sowed were warm and honeyed, like sun-shards; too big to rise and too thick to melt, these embers scattered wide across the lake and shore. One got into Yuuri’s eyes, and he was blinded; another — into his heart, and he hardly noticed it.

L:

[from "take it easy / floor it / stop / begin" — the rimster gay chicken wip that's nearly a year old and hasn't seen much progress in that time]

Lister's not having any of his bullshit. "About what happened, man!"  "What happened?" Rimmer manages most innocently. He doesn't stoop so low as to bat his eyelashes, but it sure feels close to it. Lister feels close to bursting a vein.  He snaps, "The game! The gay chicken!" Something shifts like a landslide. Rimmer pushes past him in one violent movement: whole body stiff, forceful, face distorted. It's a sharp, vitriolic expression, one that hasn’t been directed at Lister in some time — not truly, not like this. For a confused, terrible moment, Lister's lungs freeze like he's falling. He didn't actually expect Rimmer to act with hatred towards him. Rimmer always does, and Lister never quite expects it.

S:

[from "Naked in Seattle" — a faranda smut one-shot about a casual one-night stand between girl best friends, set somewhere in the middle of SS,MB. started this one half a year ago…]

She makes her way over, strangely steady: moving as if in slow motion, every step cinematic, deliberate. She lowers herself onto the bed by Farah’s knees, putting a hand right next to hers, but not touching — inviting to touch.  “Is this going to be your first time with a girl?” she asks.  “My first time,” Farah amends. “In general.” Amanda's eyes — warm, brown, beautiful — widen just a bit in worry. “Will it be alright? That it's not going to be… well, as special as it could. I know it can be a big deal for some people. I don't wanna ask too much from you,” she speaks earnestly. For all her easy-going attitude, she always cares a lot.  Farah closes the distance between their hands, fingers interlocking. “Yes, I think. When I find ‘the one’, whoever it is — it should be enough to just feel loved by her, and to love her back. I don't want to keep myself for someone, to wait for no reason. I am,” her voice falters, “tired of waiting.”

among other wips, i have:

a kurlish pre-romance wip that i was supposed to post for the big bang 2023, but still haven't finished (shame on me)

a languishing gattaca vincent/eugene semi-fix-it fic that hasn't seen new words since july 2024

a jotatak fic that i had *technically* started back in 2018, didn't finish, have rewritten into english, and then didn't finish that version either...

a couple of snippets for the sequel to the sequel to "hands off" (i gotta write the first sequel first, i think)

a big old worldbuilding thing for a original story that grew out of jotakak fanfic that is going incredibly slowly

and a few other drafts that are neither works in progress nor finished works: - the "once upon a time in hollywood" cliff/rick fuck-and-cry snippet; - the imaginary dirk au that has only 500 words of prose that might not end up canon to the fic; - the alt!hugo au that has a bunch of snippets but nearly zero plot, so i've no idea what to do with it; - a rough first draft / outline for the sequel to "birdwatching"; - the outline for a "i shan't spoil it by naming it" todd-centric fic that hasn't seen any progress in a year, let alone any actual prose; - the android dirk au that's a couple of years old, has a *very* confusing and shabby plot, and lives entirely in my telegram saved messages; - and probably some other stuff that i chucked somewhere and forgot about

woe is me!!!!!

also, tagging @gallantrejoinder — not for the game itself, because you've already done it, but just because i know you'd love to take a look at the rimster and farina stuff :3

[thetoastedalmonds]

Hey gang its time for

Toasted talks about why they haven't revisited Ace Attorney

Short answer: bad writing (dont kill me)

Long answer: its complicated

If anyone here has been following me since the beginning you will know that this blog originally was mostly centered around Ace Attorney, specifically I preferred focusing on SoJ however I will get into why later. Pack in this'll be a long post.

I've played the original Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney and honestly I had no notes for that game. Probably my favorite game in the series and holds up shockingly well. If I'll be honest, I saw the AJ Trilogy on sale and snagged it, focusing on that for a while.

I played some of the original AJ AA but...I outsmarted kristoph in the first case instantly and it became a bit grating as time went on. I also didn't exactly enjoy the storytelling, but I plan on revisiting it and turning off my brain to avoid smoking through the puzzles again.

The big ticket for me was checking out SoJ. The story, the appearance, it all appealed to me. Yeah spoiler alert I never ended up checking into Dual Destinies cause I couldn't get around to it. Dearest my lovely THM readers, I did do my research however on that story and wasn't entirely bullshitting.

Anyways, SoJ...really fumbled the concept. But I grew super attached to the ideas, and the fact the game sweeped the ugly side of the revolution under the rug. I thought that they would bring it back, make this a moral grey area, and-

What do you mean the gun stockpile never came up again.

What do you mean theres no meaningful commentary.

What do you mean they squandered the prosecutor.

I grew extremely attached to the ideas behind Nahyuta Sahdmadhi because honestly? He's the most interesting character on paper. But through various jokes and never letting his true personality shine through most of the game...we lose that.

I loved dissecting SoJ to think about how to make it a better story, using it as practice for learning mistakes to avoid, and wrote Hidden Medium along the way.

I took a break when I was getting into lancer, but then I encountered some more games I could get into.

The big difference for one of these is I had something to sink my teeth into.

I didn't need to make up a plot or pretend the main plot didn't exist.

The main plot was there and extremely cool.

All I had to do was-

So yeah i got into Ultrakill and I have now found peak.

It had gameplay I found way more appealing (however we will get back to visual novel ideas soon)

It had such an excellent story to work for

The music kept me hooked

Safe to say even with any drifting to other games and such I always return. It helps more story is coming out however even what is there...its all ridiculously good.

Its such a well written power struggle that deserves its own post.

So if Ultrakill dug the grave, what put Ace Attorney in the grave for me?

Well.....

Yeah so I also got Baldur's Gate 3.

A true double whammy of excellence.

I've been playing a lot of Baldur's Gate 3, however I come from a background of being a player in Dungeons and Dragons, alongside also having DM'd. Side note of BG3 getting me back into DMing which so far has gone wonderfully.

Baldur's Gate has the perfect mix of text and combat for me; I love the strategy and I love thinking about ramifications of my choices. Truly it has become my go to visual novel with extra steps.

It also helps my first playthrough is a custom appearance dark urge and the durge storyline is phenomenal, and second playthrough has been modded to hell and back so I can play my og d&d character [an aasimar paladin].

Also quick shoutout to the fact there are mods right there, the only two I added to my otherwise unmodded durge save is one to add idle face animations outside of conversation, and one that adds more encounters.

Also canonical queer options/representation (not just fandom wide hallucinations...no matter how its portrayed I think a lot of people do need to remember narumitsu is still not confirmed) are kinda a cherry on top.

We love moon lesbians.

So yeah.

I discovered peak, and so too have discovered peace

Thank you for reading this far. Imma be real I will probably never continue The Hidden Medium, too much work for something I can't rework into an original story.

[shrinkthisviolet]

"Thank god you're okay!" for Narumitsu!!!

Somehow this is the first thing I’ve written for them 😂 thank you for this!

Phoenix was used to worrying. It was why he'd become a defense attorney—fighting to save the innocent meant that a lot of the time...he worried. Especially about Maya, with how often she was falsely accused of murder.

What he wasn't used to, though, was having the favor returned.

"Wright!" He turned in his hospital bed to see Edgeworth in the doorway, panting, but his eyes—uncharacteristically wide and frantic—fixed on him. "Thank God you're alright."

"Yeah?" Phoenix frowned. "I just came down with a little cold, Edgeworth."

"A c—?" Now it was Edgeworth's turn to frown. "I was under the impression that—that is, Larry said—"

"Oh." Phoenix laughed. “That explains it. You might remember he has a tendency to—"

"—exaggerate." Edgeworth sighed. "Then I take it you didn't fall off a burning bridge into a freezing river?"

Phoenix winced. "Well..."

"Phoenix Wright!"

"Oh come on, Edgeworth, I'm fine! See?" He stood up...and immediately gripped onto his bedpost as his knees buckled, and he managed a gasping, "Fit as a fiddle."

"So I see," Edgeworth replied dryly. "Well, in any case...you're not fit to go anywhere in this state."

"Someone has to!" Phoenix protested. "Iris, she...she needs a defense! She won't—" and then, an idea occurred to him. A crazy, half-baked idea... "Wait. Is there any law that says a prosecutor can't stand in for a defense attorney?"

Edgeworth's eyes widened. "You can't be—Wright—Phoenix, what you're saying, it's—"

"Please, Edgeworth. Miles,” Phoenix implored. “I need you."

They stared at each other for a long moment, then Edgeworth sighed, looking away. "You're lucky I love you, you know."

Phoenix beamed.

prompt list!

[californiatowhee]

I need you to know that "Epoch" is killing me (pos) and I just adore it so far! It's such a good au for narumitsu, and your writing style is beautiful and evocative and bittersweet in all the right ways. I love it and can't wait to see how these two pining idiots finally get their happy ending! <3

not me sitting here for a while NOT replying to the ask because i was so busy going 🥹🥹🥹 like GOSH this is such a nice thing to receive and i am SO happy this fic is working for you so far because yes like this bittersweet vibe is exactly what i want to convey (for now!! eventually it will be happy!!). they're soulmates and everyone needs to know it! so thank you so much for taking the time to leave these kind words in my inbox cause GUH it is so crazy appreciated 🧡

and. i guess for ~fun i can post a small bit of the first scene from the next chapter, coming to theatres AO3 this thursday (for the uninitiated, this is referring to this soulmate AU right over here)............. forbidden hospital scene? forbidden hospital scene.

[...] Instead, he's left to watch helplessly as she fiddles with his IV and then takes her leave, the door swinging open to reveal the hallway beyond -

And there, standing on the other side, is Miles Edgeworth.

He looks achingly familiar, wearing a dark peacoat Phoenix remembers from what almost feels like another life, mid-conversation with another nurse.  When the door opens, he starts, gaze shifting - and then their eyes meet, gray to brown.

Time freezes.

He's my soulmate, Phoenix thinks dumbly.

And then, just like that, the floodgates seem to open, because a flurry of thoughts start running through his head, almost too fast to comprehend: he's my soulmate, I'm his soulmate, I hate him, I love him, he hurt me, I hurt him, I sent him away, he came back -

He came back -

And then time moves again.  Edgeworth's eyes go wide, and Phoenix can see him stammering something to whoever he's speaking to, already turning like he's about to leave.

[whateverthese2havetournament]

To people saying that these polls are just contests of who is more widely known and not actual merit:

Last year, two girls from a Showtime series I'd never heard of before they got submitted got first place in a bracket which contained Chelldos, Hannigram, and Narumitsu.

And this year last round, characters from a gamecube Fire Emblem beat Naruto and Sasuke. Like, from Naruto.

If you think the rightful winner is losing in a poll, propagandize.

[inky-quilled-dragon]

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--DNI: Bigots can go fuck themselves. I'd write a comprehensive list but I'm sure I'd miss some example of inhumanity, so I'm just going to be pretty general. If you believe in denying basic human rights--including but not limited to life, love, and self-expression--or compassion to any person whatsoever, then leave right now. (that being said, "A truly tolerant society must be intolerant of intolerance." I believe in punching bigots.)

My policy is that people can do whatever the fuck they want as long as it doesn't mentally, emotionally, or physically hurt anyone else. If you're a decent person then welcome! :D

TL;DR: don't be a bloody dick. I can and will use the block button. Don't test me.

What you can expect from this blog:

--Updates on my various fanfics

--Unhinged ramblings

--Musings on any of my various interests, including but by no means limited to:

Fandoms:

Zelda/Linked Universe (I am in DEEP.)

Genshin Impact (aka GAYshit impact amiright?

Honkai: Star Rail (…hoyo got me a second time)

Wuthering Waves (…pretty women)

Ace Attorney (my beloved Narumitsu <3)

DC (i've never read the comics (aside from WFA) but i love it anyway)

Warrior Cats (I'm a bloody VETRAN tbh. Like since 2010ish sorta veteran.)

Minceraft (i was playing back in when Minecraft Lite was out. I've been playing since horses were introduced. I'm old hat by now.)

HTTYD (don't mention the third movie unless you want a rant)

Miraculous Ladybug (it's trash but idk lovesquare gives me life)

Ninjago (i was an OLD fan, then fell out of the fandom but returned in 2020, then fell out again and now here we are (insert backstreet boys))

Umbrella Academy (don't talk to me about s4)

Voltron (look i got into it in 2020 ok?)

911 (I'm buddie trash)

+ a lot of other interests as well! I contain multitudes.

Music:

Tay-Tay

Hayley Kiyoko

Dua Lipa

'old people music' (my parents raised me well)

HOYO-MiX

C418

a hell of a lot more (I've got wide taste)

Other:

Fandom history

memes

Deep dives into random knowledge

Astronomy/paganism/witchcraft

Gay stuff in general

Autistic/neurodivergent stuff in general

Some useful tags to know!

#inky's fanfic updates (for anything related to my fanfics)

#original content (for anything that's, you know, original)

#running around teyvat with a pack of wild lesbians (for genshin musings lmao. Fun Fact: it's also my in-game signature!)

More to come. I'm probably gonna have meme-esque tags for most of my fandoms eventually, but the Genshin one is the only one at present. Watch this space lmao.

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So yeah, that's the blog! Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy whatever weirdness drew you here.

~Inky <3

[mamanbou]

Canon content for some of the most widely regarded yaoi of our common era- think lawlight, sasunaru, komahina, narumitsu, any combination of guys from free!- could only hope to be on the level of the queerbait in tokyo mew mew's 2020 genderbent spinoff au series.

[nebinarnagovnara]

(1/2) Edgeworth meets Wright for the first time (Narumitsu Story Contest AU)

Part 2!

Intro (???) post

I was lazy to draw so the most detailed painting in the comic is actually "Summer" by Jacopo Tintoretto. Here is the unedited painting:

[Transcript]

The descriptions how the characters look are in the Intro post.

The comic is mostly monochrome in black and white, with slight color variation due to a filter.

Page 1:

Edgeworth stands in the middle of a path, surrounded by stalls and vendors, with a few people around. He's sweating, nervous, thinking: "It is so over. I am finished." He is lacking his red sweater.

He is sweating even more. "The previous person gave me such a look, I felt as if I insulted their family honor to death," he thinks, embarrassed.

"No matter who I asked, they all refused. Quite rudely as well!" he thinks as he rubs his hand, which is also sweaty, over his face as he grows more and more embarrassed.

He drags his palm to his chin, pulling his exasperated face down, thinking "I've embarrassed myself to no end and all that is left for me is to crawl into a pit and-" his thoughts get cut off.

Page 2:

He is startled by another art stall. It is highlighted in his vision. "Another..." he thinks as he observes it.

He grips a piece of paper that is slightly crumpled with his left hand.

With a determined but still nervous expression, he starts heading towards the stall. "One more time! One more time and that's it..!"

He leans down to a board with artworks to take a look. His right hand holds his chin in thought as his other goes behind his back. As he observes, he notes: "Hmm... Not exactly what I am looking for, but they are very skilled."

A shadowy figure with big round eyes is sneaking next to him, while he is thinking, "Not that I can afford finding a perfect candidate at this point-" His thoughts get interrupted.

A young girl, Trucy Wright, appears from his right, startling him. His eyes widen in shock. "See something you like, mister?" she asks cheerfully, smiling widely as she leans in with her hands behind her back. Instead of her wearing her jacket, it is tied around her hips.

Page 3:

She shines brightly in front of the board as she excitedly asks Edgeworth, "Well? Well?" but he pulls back in surprise with a "Nghoooooh!" while thinking, "This child... She cannot be...!"

Trucy seems to pull a sketch of a street out of nowhere, surrounded by sparkles, exclaiming "Beautiful sketches!"

"Compelling illustrations!" she keeps going, keeps sparkling, now showing a drawing of a phoenix flying.

"Some small and practical!" now she has two framed drawing in her hand, the one in front, being of a furry animal, hiding the one behind it.

"But the best," she now holds her one viewer in suspension as she speaks, holding a huge framed artwork barely fitting in her arms yet unrevealed, "of all..."

Page 4:

She reveals the artwork, all sparkly again, with its title: "A Perfectly Done Assignment Where the Professor still Took 15 Points off for No Reason." The painting is of a woman laying down, covering her head with her right arm and with the other gripping a cloth underneath her.

Edgeworth is amazed, gazing at her in surprise, as he thinks, "Remarkable...! A child with such skill..."

And then his thoughts continue, his mood back to being exasperated, "But I cannot pick a little girl as a work partner! I'm not sure that minors can even be considered as contestants... Ngh... I am done for..."

A voice Edgeworth does not recognize speaks, "Hey, that's not the title, you know! ... True, though."

Page 5:

A zoom-in of Edgeworth's eye, wide in surprise and shining as he notices the speaker.

The mysterious speaker reveals himself, being Phoenix Wright, winking and smiling, holding a plastic bag with two wrapped burgers in it. His top is unzipped revealing a shirt that's underneath, he has no scarf and his sleeves are slightly pulled up. One hand is on his hip, standing confidently, saying "Go easy on the customers, Truce. They'll say if they want something!" He is surrounded by shoujo manga style sparkles around him.

[End transcript]

If you've read the transcript and feel like it is unfulfilling and lacking in some way, please point it out to me. English is my second language and I realize I'm lacking in that manner, and I greatly appreciate corrections!

[jasper-dracona]

Wrightworth idea!!

In the first game the only time Miles has any sort of meaningful interaction with Phoenix, other than helping him catch Ms. Vasquez, is when they’re not in the courtroom.

“Why is this the case?”, you ask.

Why, Mr. Edgeworth is a moronosexual of course!!

The courtroom is the only time and place where Phoenix is competent and intelligent, other times he’s bumbling around staring at the obvious, asking Maya what she thinks.

Then, when he begins to fail and fumble, that’s when Edgeworth steps in and helps him in the Steel Samurai case.

(He’s also just a very professional dude and doesn’t want to show his crush, let alone while he’s on the other side of the room)