#Count Von Count AU

[anerdwithapen-blog]

Ah Ah Ah He's the wiz and He lives in Oz!!!

The Count as Miss One from the musical Broadway The Wiz

[doctorsiren]

So I said this in the tags of my last post, but then I went wacky and doodled up some pages of this other AU idea that stemmed from the idea of that comic I did

In this AU, Miles goes to Diego Armando’s office a few weeks after the Fawles trial. There is no cocky, arrogant, or smug air about him like there was during the trial and instead he seems really shaken and nervous. Diego’s like “hey what’s wrong?” And Miles is quiet but then says that he needs help. He tells Diego that he can’t get the image of Fawles’s suicide out of his head and that he has no one he can talk to about this. Diego asks about Miles’s mentor, but Miles says that there’s absolutely no way he could ever go to his mentor for help with emotional stuff because it would show “weakness” and he also isn’t comfortable with von Karma. To make a long story short (because I’ve thought so much about this), Miles ends up pleading with Diego to protect him from von Karma just in case he goes after him for switching sides to be a defense attorney. He knows that von Karma will see him as weak and a traitor for switching teams after a single case, but Miles can’t be someone he’s not. Diego points out that Miles seems to be trying to be who von Karma wanted him to be. So he asks Miles what he wants to be, and Miles responds by saying he wants to be his dad (just like in my 1985 animatic 😭).

So Miles decides to renounce prosecution. He rips off his cravat and throws it in the garbage in Diego’s office and declares that he’ll become a defense attorney. He also asks Diego is he could be his mentor to help him in both being better at defense law and also just being better with interacting with people.

He joins the Grossberg Law Offices and works alongside Mia and Diego to gather evidence on Dahlia Hawthorne, as he now too believes that she has done terrible things.

After Diego is poisoned, Miles freaks out because people just keep dying or getting hurt around him and it scares him. (Oh…baby boy just wait until Mia dies too-)

He takes the case to defend Phoenix, gets TERRIFIED when Phoenix eats the poison necklace, and then at the end, Phoenix was like “oh wow! You’re a defense attorney now?? Lmao when did that happen??” Bc he had been too busy simping over Dahlia. But Miles tells him that he should still pursue law so that they could work together and also so that Phoenix’s law classes and studying wouldn’t have gone to waste. So Phoenix becomes a lawyer and works with Miles and Mia at the Fey & Co Law Offices until she dies and then it becomes Edgeworth & Co Law Offices because he had been a lawyer for longer.

I like the idea that in this AU, Phoenix and Miles obviously have huge crushes on each other, but these idiots still refuse to acknowledge or admit it <3

Also :((( when Diego wakes up, he still goes on his whole antagonist arc as Godot, and Miles refuses to tell Phoenix the truth about who he is. See, I also like the idea that in this AU, Nick and Miles are still as cagey with their past and truths as they are in normal AA

As you can see, I am perfectly normal !! I think about ace attorney a very normal amount!! 🤭

[periwinkla]

Did I add further ridiculousness? .... Yes.

[beebisbeeble]

what the fuck is going on with my super paper Mario for the wii and wii u released in 2007 on april 9th is america and april 19th in japan character count bleck and why does he look gay

[taffybee]

is this anything

[widdlediddle2]

Once again was doing warmup sketches then got distracted

[anrisimps]

Polysoos 

This au is loosely based off Todvdf 

-After the war Naru found lsh and cjs and they got married after reaching adulthood (Fredo may or may not have threatened the soos about staying away from his son for at least a 100 years)

- Later, one fine day, this Naru accidentally ends up in the past when White Star was still alive. 

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Future! Naru dressing up completely claude- style bcoz it's comfy + who cares what he's wearing. Fredo nearly had an aneurysm fending off betrothals only to have his son bring back a bird and a human home, telling him they were married. It was a day everyone refused to speak about in the duchy. 

Older soos had a heart attack seeing their husband dressed like that which resulted in so many blue-ball situations but well..everyone grew used to it.. 

- Post time travel -

HOWEVER, this cannot be said for the present Fredo and company, as they found themselves staring slack-jawed at the older ver of his son.

F!Naru was disgruntled. He was sleeping and now he was suddenly in the past. That mf-GoD. He began contemplating about how to commit deicide and hence didn't notice his robe slipping off his shoulder slightly. 

He only came back to it when he heard a glass shattering and looked up to meet Choi Han's flustered face. 

'What-'

Present Naru started speaking before he could think further.

"It was the GoD wasn't it"

" Yes and -"

And there they go. Completely obvious to their surroundings as more and more people began horny-gripping and Fredo's bloodlust simultaneously rising. Truly, he should have considered this scenario. The Von Ellejans have always been a pretty bunch. But how dare these humans ogle at his son! 

Naru on the other hand was in awe. His future self had finally achieved their life goal.He was a slacker! Look, his future self wore the sleeping robes even during daytime. And they look especially customized for all seasons. Isn't this the height of slacker life which he always desired?!

He was as dense as his older self and didn't notice the starry eyed gazes directed at his older self's chest and neither did the older Naru found anything weird. He had probably grown used to it. Besides he had Sui and Cjs and his father to deflect unwanted interactions so he didn't care one bit.

(Everyone thought it was cute until years later Naru enters his slut era and starts wearing backless shirts in the name of not ripping them off everytime he gets his wings out and now suddenly everyone's not seeing him eye to eye. )

(Naru in his slut era)

[eminsunnytoons123]

Heres again more roles of the characters from the Crossover Hotel recast AU:

Uncle deadly (muppets) as Lucifer morningstar

Mildred huxetetter (muppets) as Katie killjoy (she isnt homophobic here.)

George the janitor (muppets) as tom tench

Count von count (sesame Street) as adam

Rochelle Goyle (Monster high) as lute

Salieri (class of 3000) as vox

Polly lobster (muppets) as velvette

Jasper (Steven universe) as Valentino

Sam the eagle (muppets) as Camilla carmine

Draculaura (Monster high) or Mila Lopez (class of 3000) as rosie

And another question!

And also just search up "class of 3000 mila Lopez" if you dont know who she is ^////^;

[80sgaytrashgoblin]

None of the boys have any sense of fashion or practicality...

This is really just an excuse to draw @sensitiveheartless ‘s quarter life crisis Chuuya, love you, he is atrocious.

[alexizlayxa]

Goosey wingy ~!

Hiiiiiiyaaaaa first post in Tumblr yippeeeeeee

[pyrrhicpaths]

// verses tag dump!

[exaltededge]

| — TAG DUMP

( called in ; board again ) ic

( prying ; provoking ) dash games

( amusing drivel ) memes

( will that be all ) asks

( bats in the rafters ) ooc

( a sip; a taste ) aesthetics

( count von count ) crack

( gothic flowers; a touch of color ) outfits

( staring back; sublime blade ) self

( loneliness has its perks ) associates

( black blade ; reluctant truths ) headcannon

| — VERSE

hunting hunters ; pre warlord

supreme rein ; warlord

guilded folly ; post warlord

uncharted territory ; unnamed au's

[periwinkla]

WIP - I suppose this took a slight bit of a turn for the ridiculous... I kept adding and adding and adding and... ...only the lack of space stopped me. This was inspired by that one valentine artwork with the choco Phoenix bust by the way - kind of a reenactment set after SOJ - I swear I only intended to draw some Wright-Edgeworth family mini piece... with Edgeworth in a apron made by Trucy... but it spiraled out of control... This didn't even start as a pokeattorney piece. I basically over-overcomplicated it (is that a word? I don't know. I don't know what language or anything at all is anymore).

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌-𝐔𝐏

summary: when you forget to bring your jacket, an unlikely hero comes to your rescue; is there more to his chivalrous action than meets the eye?

pairing: kaiser x gn! reader

warnings: fluff, kaiser being kaiser; i’m still on hiatus but i have to free this idea from my mind or it won’t let me go, also i thought it was super fun when they spoke german in the manga so here we are

blue lock masterlist

“Is it me or is it chillier than normal in here?” You asked, rubbing your palms over your goosebump-ridden arms. As an assistant manager, you’d been next to the pitch more often than you could count, but on this day it seemed like someone turned up the AC.

“Hm, dunno. Seems normal to me,” Kurona said after contemplating for a few seconds. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“I don’t feel like it, no,” you wondered aloud as you watched the Bastard München and FC Barcha players walk onto the court. As much as you’d hate to miss the beginning of the Neo Egoist League, perhaps you should make the track back to your room. “I think I’ll go grab my jacket—“

Your sentence was cut off by fabric covering your head, making you flinch in the sudden darkness.

“Hier, nimm meine. (Here, take mine.)” A voice that had quickly become familiar since the foreign teams were introduced passed by and when you lifted the front of the jacket, you found none other than Michael Kaiser in your field of view. As usual, he was looking rather smug for no reason whatsoever.

Still, he was one of the last people you’d expect to help you out, so the raise of your eyebrow was somewhat inevitable.

“Versteh mich nicht falsch, (Don’t get me wrong,)” he continued, cerulean eyes trained on you, “ich mach das nur, dass du von Anfang an zusehen kannst, wie ich Blue Lock vernichte. (I’m only doing this so you can watch from the beginning as I crush Blue Lock.)

“Und da ich sowieso nicht auf die Bank gehöre, macht’s mir nichts aus, wenn jemand meine Jacke aufwärmt. (Also, since I won't be benched anyway, I don’t mind having someone warm up my jacket for me.)” And with that, he sauntered off towards the centre of the field, the self-satisfied grin still tugging on his lips.

“He’s such a jackass,” Raichi scoffed, his jaw locked and a vein protruding from his neck. “Now I wanna play even more, just so I can teach him a lesson.”

“Now now, let’s not get hasty,” you chuckled, holding the Bastard München jacket in your hands. “As much as I understand where you’re coming from, I don’t think it’s a good idea to pick a fight with our guests on the first match day.”

The fact that you knew about the auction system and livestream you’d keep hidden for now.

“While I really don’t like the guy,” Kurona cut in before Raichi could add anything else, “I still think you should wear the jacket. It won’t do anyone any good if you really get sick. You can still go get yours after the match.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, I agree,” Isagi sighed next to him. “It is probably for the best.”

“Fine, fine,” you mumbled, sliding your arms through the comfortable sleeves of Kaiser’s jacket, bunching it up at your wrists so it wouldn’t cover your fingers.

And with that, the whistle signalled the start of the match.

To no one’s surprise, the match was shaping up to be a great one from the start, the quality and speed of the plays upped significantly with the inclusion of the top league players. Though, for some reason or another, you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from München’s number 10, the same number currently decorating your back.

You knew Kaiser was good, considering he was hailed as a prodigy for the New Generation World XI. And yet, seeing him play was a whole different experience from watching the tapes. From his superb ball control to his efficient movements and precise awareness of the field, all culminating in a lightning fast Kaiser Impact, he basically demanded your attention to be on him.

So when his gaze crossed yours after scoring a goal, you felt like you were getting caught red handed by the amused crease of his eyes. With the way heat shot up your body in embarrassment, you might not have needed his jacket anymore.

By the end of the match, your brain felt as tired as if you had played yourself, trying to keep up with the new level to which football at Blue Lock had been raised. Subsequently, you zoned out for most of Ego’s explanation of the auction system, only to zone back in as Kaiser’s 300 million Yen bid was displayed for everyone to see. And while you swallowed hard at that number, the striker in question seemed rather unfazed.

Instead, he sauntered over to where you were standing, still wearing his jacket. You were halfway out of the garment already when he came to a halt in front of you, his long fingers tangling in the fabric to keep it wrapped around your shoulders.

“Hast du nicht gesagt, dir ist kalt? (Didn’t you say you were cold?)” He asked, blue eyes sparkling down at you with an unreadable expression. “Behalt sie an. Zumindest bis du deine eigene holst. (Keep it on. At least until you get your own.)”

“What? No!” You protested, further trying to shrug off the jacket. Despite shoving it back down to where it came from, a small part of you agreed with him, not wanting to give it back quite yet. “You need it more than I do!”

“Hm? Es ist süß, dass du dich um mich sorgst, (It’s cute that you’re worried about me),” he teased, amusement written all over his face, “aber es ist wirklich unnötig. (but, really, it’s unnecessary.)”

“Absolutely not! If you get sick because of me, I’ll never hear the end of it,” you groaned, finally wrestling yourself out of his jacket and shoving it in his arms. “So just take the damn jacket, Kaiser.”

“Nenn mich einfach Michael, okay?) Just call me Michael, alright?)” One finger tilted up your chin, so you wouldn’t avoid meeting his gaze any longer. “Immerhin kennen wir uns gut genug, dass du dir meine Jacke leihst. (After all, we’re close enough for you to borrow my jacket.)”

“Whatever you’re trying to play here, cut it out!” Before he could have a chance to feel the heat rising to your cheeks, you whirled around to make a swift exit and get your thoughts in order again. 

In that moment, you were so distracted by the blond, you’d forgotten the whole world could see you wearing his name on your back. You’d later be reminded of it when seeing comments flooding social media, cooing about the gesture or speculating about your relationship with one another. But that was still far from your mind at present, which was still trying to figure out his reasons for behaving like he did.

Meanwhile Kaiser, who watched you retreat into Blue Lock’s hallways, couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at his lips. Perhaps someone here was worthy of devoting his time to after all.

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[paris-in-space]

More Renfield stuff! A little bit of a mixture of 2023 Renfield and considerations of an au of 1931 Dracula where everything is the same but it has Count von Count.

[strictpunishedhubby]

Es liegt im Trend der Zeit, in zunehmendem Maße nehmen Frauen in Wirtschaft und Politik führende Rollen ein. In vielen, wenn nicht sogar in der Mehrzahl der Ehen bestimmt die Frau, trifft alle Entscheidungen alleine, duldet keinen Widerspruch und hat das alleinige Sagen. Wenn auch nicht jede diese Ehefrauen ihren Mann körperlich züchtigen, so üben sie dennoch das Erziehungsrecht über ihren Ehemann aus. Eine strenge Frau ist fest davon überzeugt das Recht zu besitzen, ihren Mann immer dann zu bestrafen, wenn dieser sich ihren Anordnungen widersetzten oder diese nicht akkurat befolgen, ebenso wenn er sich ihrer Ansicht nach unangepasst verhält. Sie schimpft mit ihm, zieht ihm die Ohren lang und verdrischt ihn vehement mit geeigneten schmerzhaften Züchtigungsinstrumente auf seinen nackten Po. Danach erfolgen für ihn neben lange Eckezeiten oft noch weitere empfindliche Bestrafungen. Durch diese Vorgehensweise stärkt sie ihn gegenüber ihrer Autorität und fördert seine Bereitschaft sich seiner Frau unterzuordnen. Verständlich, ein Ehemann der in dieser konsequenten Strenge von ihr erzogen und geführt wird, gehorcht und respektieren sie! Eine strenge Frau bringt durch resolutes Handeln ihrem Mann, so wie von ihr erwünscht, Zucht und Ordnung bei. Sie erzieht ihren Mann aus ihrer Sichtweise in dieser strafenden Art und Weise, wie es zum Wohle der Familie und der Gesellschaft dient, und das alleine ist für sie maßgebend!

Bitte kommuniziere hier und bringe Deine Meinung zum Ausdruck durch liken, reblogen und Kommentare, ob und wenn ja, wie eine Frau ihren Mann wie hier dargelegt erziehen soll.

Es ist interessant zu erfahren, wie sich im Wandel der Zeit die Einstellung zum Matriarchat verändert hat. Wie sich die wachsende Dominanz und Stärkung der Frau innerhalb der Gesellschaft auf die Stellung der Frau innerhalb Ehe auswirkt. Wie denkst Du darüber? Sollen Gesetze erlassen werden, in dem bestimmt wird, jede Ehefrau hat das Weisungsrecht gegenüber ihrem Ehemann? Jede Ehefrau hat das Züchtigungsrecht gegenüber ihrem Ehemann? Solche Gesetzte würde nicht nur jede Ehefrau die ihren Mann diszipliniert Rechtssicherheit geben, zugleich wäre es nicht nur für den streng erzogenen Ehemannes Normalität, sondern auch in der breiten Öffentlichkeit! Ich bin mir sicher, die Mehrzahl der Frauen würden diese Gesetze für sich in Anspruch nehmen, indem sie häufig und regelmäßig ihre Männer mit diversen Züchtigungsinstrumente bestrafen, zum Wohle aller!

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It is in line with the trend of the times that women are increasingly taking on leading roles in business and politics. In many, if not the majority, of marriages, the woman is in charge, makes all decisions alone, tolerates no opposition and rules the roost. Although not all of these wives chastise their husbands, they still exercise the right of edud´cation over their husbands. A strict wife firmly believes that she has the right to punish her husband whenever he disobeys her orders or does not follow them accurately, as well as when he behaves in an inappropriate manner in her opinion. She scolds him, she gives him a good trashing with appropriate painful punishment instruments on his bare bottom. Afterwards, in addition to long corner times, he often receives other severe punishments. By doing this, she strengthens her authority over him and encourages his willingness to submit to his wife. Understandably, a husband who is raised and led by her in this consistent strictness will obey and respect her! A strict wife teaches her husband discipline and order through resolute action, as she desires. From her point of view, she is raising her husband in this punitive manner that serves the good of the family and society, and that alone is what counts to her!

Please communicate here and express your opinion by liking, rebloging and commenting whether and if so, how a woman should educate her man as presented here.

It is interesting to learn how attitudes towards matriarchy have changed over time. How the growing dominance and empowerment of women within society affects the position of women within marriage.What do you think about this? Should laws be passed stating that every wife has the authority to give directives to her husband? Every wife has the right to discipline her husband? Such laws would not only give legal security to every wife who disciplines her husband, but at the same time it would be normal not only for the strictly raised husband, but also for the general public! I am sure that the majority of women would take advantage of these laws by frequently and regularly punishing their men with various instruments of punishment for the good of all!