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bring-forth-his-sac · 20 days ago

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The Christmas Party - Chapter 2

Summary: After seeing your text, Negan tries to use your mistake for his own benefit, but what will happen when you find out?

Tags: Modern AU, Teacher AU, Swearing, Pet Names, Slow Burn, Negan being a manipulative little fucker

Word Count: 4.4k

Link to Chapter 1

Negan remembers the first time he saw you. Morning meeting. September. While everyone else looked hungover or as if they considered driving off a cliff before getting there, you were chipper than a goddamn chipmunk.

He debated trying to swoon the newbie right then and there but Negan knew it would be a lost cause since you were obliviously surrounded by his very own Legion of Doom. Rosita, Aaron, Alden. Hell, even the grunting janitor was hanging around you.

And so he waited.

The shit part was what he thought would be a brief wait until the faculty meeting was over, stretched into days, then weeks and eventually months. Not that he was banking on getting you anyways, the staff was a vast ocean and many fish were practically begging to be on his rod.

He learned your name in the passing conversations of other teachers, was told you taught English and put you on the to do list, knowing he’d get around to it at some point.

What Negan didn’t expect was for you to seek him out. Sure, you weren’t the first to and most certainly wouldn’t be the last but this was the first time someone sought him out to unknowingly shit talk him.

Well, you most definitely knew you were shit talking. All you didn’t know was that you were doing it to his face.

It was funny when you realised, trying to put up a professional front despite how pink your face was getting. It was nice though. Refreshing. Not another woman coming over to flirt. You were hard headed yet bashful. Another nosey fuckin’ gossip but you had an ounce of humility which was new for Alexandria High.

It gave him a new objective; try to beat his personal record of getting under someone’s skin.

Whether that be in a hot and bothered kinda way or general annoyance, he didn’t mind. That’s what made him walk into your classroom later that day, so boldly telling you that you were on detention duty.

He knew that would piss you off and as he yelled at some spotty teens the next morning, he kept a special eye out for his new favourite English teacher, just waiting for you to storm up to him and go on some rant about making you cover his shift.

Negan had a viable excuse as to why he couldn’t do it, he was busy doing other things. Well, Amber, to be more specific.

Sitting in his small office with his feet propped up on the desk, Negan busies himself with the latest monotonous game he’s downloaded onto his phone. Without so much as a knock, the other Coach Smith, Mark, walks in.

“Packed and ready! I was thinking of pulling a sickie for Thursday and Friday and laze around the house before the family and I jet off next week…” Mark begins and Negan simply hums in response, drowning out his colleague’s vacation plans.

After about five rounds of Negan’s game, he gets a nudge to the foot. “But you’ll be real busy, eh?” Mark laughs, oblivious to how little Negan was paying attention “Y’know, I think it would be a big success if you both convince Gregory to dress up as Santa… although knowing him, he’d probably want some of the ladies to sit on his knee”.

Mark shivers at the image before zipping up his bulky coat, as if that would stop his imagination. “Why the fuck would Gregory be dressed as Santa?” Negan laughs “And what would that have to do with me?”.

Finally, he puts down his phone.

Mark shrugs “Just throwing out some ideas for the Christmas party, oh– and make sure to take some pictures of it! I want to see everything from my sun lounger on the sandy beaches of Jamaica”.

“I’ll ask again,” Negan tries not to get annoyed “what the fuck does all that have to do with me?”.

And then Mark says it. The words that would haunt Negan.

“Haven’t you checked the group chat?”.

Negan didn’t take much notice of the group chat, one that he never even asked to be added to in the first place. He’s never been bothered enough to text a message in and just skims through it every once in a while when he’s diabolically bored.

The next ten minutes, Negan spends alone, muttering to himself as he scrolls through the messages.

Stupid fuckin’ Gregory trying to rock shit that shouldn’t be rocked. Same goes for Eugene and his shitty fuckin’ weekend getaway idea. Negan would prefer that over Gregory’s though, considering a city visit means a much broader pond for him to fish in. Although the Kingdom has never failed in the past, the restaurant’s dim lighting and loud music make most gal’s up for it.

But then he got to Mark’s message. Or, ‘blessing’ would be more fitting, considering he gave the go ahead for the sports hall to be used for the staff party.

Like fuck they were going to get wasted in his fucking sports hall. Do they really think he’s that stupid? Negan’s fucking office is beside the hall and with a bunch of depressed, drunk teachers right next door, his place would actually become a ‘fucking office’ but full of the wrong people.

And for Mark of all people to offer up the hall, while he’ll be away tanning himself in Jamaica? Talk about friendly fuckin’ fire.

It would be nice to have been considered in this shit. Fuck Mark. And fuck that disingenuous thumbs up emoji too. Oh, and fuck the very idea of this Christmas party being on his turf.

Just as Negan is about to turn off his phone, he sees it. Out of all the people to volunteer for a last minute collab, you so eagerly offer to help? Negan smirks, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

“You are something else” He mutters to himself, fiddling with his phone as he figures out how to properly save you as a contact.

As far as Negan is concerned, there’s only two options. Either a gun was held to your head and that’s why you offered to help him, or… maybe, just maybe… the day before was your own funny little way of flirting. Negan prefers that option.

Typing out a contact name for you, he adds in some detail. It’s tough remembering each person, especially when he’s already ghosting so many and thus, the more detail added to jog his memory, the better.

Next to your name he adds a set of brackets: (good ass, weird at flirting).

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You stay off your phone until late afternoon, unable to bear the thoughts of looking at that godforsaken group chat.

You hoped the group chat would help your socialising skills, especially after the move to a new town. You can’t even remember the last time you went out with friends, mainly because you’d need friends to do that.

Moving away from your family to this small town was supposed to be the new beginning you see in tv shows, full of quirky characters, constant but unimportant drama and an array of hunky love interests. Instead you have Carol, a Christmas party to plan and a gym teacher that hates your guts.

A part of you hoped that if you just ignored your apparent request to help with the Christmas party, then it would all fade away. But the swarm of teachers at lunch gave you quite the reality check.

“Will there be a dinner provided? Or just finger food?”.

“I heard Gregory’s dressing up as Santa, do we have to sully Father Christmas’ name with something like that?”.

“Are you sure having it next Friday is a good idea? I mean, it’s the kids last day of term so they’ll be running riot! How will we be able to enjoy ourselves after dealing with that all day?”.

“Will there be tequila?”.

When the bell rings for classes to begin again, you hurry off as fast as you can, promising to have answers to everyone’s question… eventually.

You rush in and glance at the empty chairs, relieved that your students haven’t arrived yet. But when your eyes shift to your desk, you freeze.

“Jesus fu-“ you manage to stop yourself before the curse comes out.

Your body goes rigid as the shock overrides you, unsure whether this will be a showdown or simply another bickering match. Subconsciously gripping your small lunch bag, you hesitantly walk nearer to him.

Negan sits there with a wide grin, satisfied that he caught you off guard.

Quickly recuperating, you try to up your confidence as you move closer to your desk, giving him a stern look. “If you’re here to ask me to cover more of your detention shifts, then you’re out of luck” you keep your voice as neutral as possible, not wanting to add to his smugness.

“You didn’t have a problem doing it last time” Negan teases with one of those easy going smiles, standing from his seat so you can sit.

You don’t justify that with a response, shooting him another badly hidden glare as you sit and set your things onto your desk.

Keeping his stride, Negan swoops up your lunch bag and begins searching it’s content.

“Hey!” You exclaim, debating whether you should stand and take it off him. The image of him holding it just out of reach pops into your head and to avoid a humiliating re-enactment of that, you stay seated.

“Hmph, sandwich,” he shrugs, eyes lingering on your lunch “oooh and a half eaten blueberry muffin! Now that looks tasty as shit”.

You bite back a huff. “Tasty as shit?” You question, wondering if you should take offence.

“You know what I mean,” he mumbles flippantly, setting your lunch bag down but keeping the muffin.

As much as you want to badger him with questions as to why he’s here, you know that’ll inevitably lead to him hanging around longer. So, you stay quiet. You don't try to make conversation, simply organising your notes for your next class and ignoring his presence. If he’s come into your classroom then he can state his business, not wait for you to try and pull it out of him.

Besides, maybe he’s like a poltergeist and if you ignore him long enough then might disappear.

With his mouth full of your blueberry muffin, Negan taps one of the folders on your desk. “Are these all your big ideas for the Christmas Party?” he asks.

Pressing your lips together, you muster up your professional front. “Actually, Negan, about that…” you start “it’s a big misunderstanding, I never technically agreed to help with the Christmas party, I was just replying to Sherry’s question in the group chat. So, you’ll have to find someone else to help you plan it”.

You give a big grin, unable to hide the slight joy it gives you to leave him in the lurch.

Negan meets your smile with one of his own, leaning down so he’s eye level. His tone is just as patronizing as you expect “Naawww, honey, that bullshit excuse won’t fly”.

You don’t back down. Like a child, you mimic his tone “It’s not bullshit, it’s the truth and obviously a simple miscommunication, something you’d know if you actually read the texts”.

Negan studies you for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. He may not know you but he knows exactly what you are.

Negan chuckles under his breath, knowing full well that if he’d been in high school with you, he’d have to find a way to coax you away from your perfect little study sessions.

You’d be the type that would give him a disapproving look if he didn’t do his homework. The one that would hesitate to ditch classes because you want to be a goody two shoes and not rock the boat. Hell, you’d probably try to talk him into going back to class after he swoons you behind the bleachers.

If there’s one thing Negan knows he can count on, it’s your honesty. Despite what he says, he’s aware you’re not the type to bullshit. He found that out first hand yesterday.

Your comment about him floats back into his memory and he has to wiggle his jaw to loosen it.

”I mean, from what I've heard, her side of the bed wasn't even cold and he was already crawling into the beds of other women” your words echo in his head.

You definitely caught him off guard with that one but it’s not like he can be mad when it’s true. Your damn honesty is annoying, Negan is sure about that.

So when you’re adamant it’s a mistake, Negan does actually believe you… but that doesn’t mean he can’t use this to his advantage.

“Miscommunication, huh?” Negan taunts, trying to goad you “well, in case none of your gossip buddies filled you in yet, Ol’ Greg will be like a goddamn sore on your ass if you try to sell him that excuse. Just a little FYI for ya”.

You scoff. It’s all right there in black and white, anyone who reads all the texts can see you didn’t mean to volunteer for this shit. The only reason no one is admitting that is because you’ve become the scapegoat, thrown forward to work with this jackass.

Still, the stubbornness in you outweighs your willingness to do this just so everyone else is off the hook. Any semblance of a petty smile leaves your face and is replaced by a pout.

Negan holds your gaze, his deep brown eyes twinkling with a playful glint as he takes another bite of muffin. His eyes sparkle with seductive mischief, as if to communicate what his lips (and full mouth) can’t.

“Well, FYI for you,” your words cut through the air, direct and sharp “No, I’m not bullshitting anyone. No, I am not helping you. And no, I am not giving you my number so stop with the eyes!”.

Negan chews thoughtfully.

There’s a genuine smile tracing his lips by the time he swallows. “Jesus, sweetheart, I didn’t even mention getting your number and you’re already aching to give it to me,” he lets out a low chuckle, running his tongue along his bottom lip as you scowl.

“What? No, that’s not - ugh, that’s not what I meant” you ramble as he swallows more of your muffin.

“Don’t worry, I got some good news on that front,” he pauses for dramatic effect “I already got your number and, I don’t even think you’re bullshitting with that super weak excuse!”.

A wave of confusion washes over you, your mind scrambling to make sense of what he just said. Your heart skips a beat as you blink rapidly, trying to process it all but the confusion only deepens.

“W-what— how?! No, you can’t—“ you stutter “you have my number?”.

“That’s not the important part right now, honey” Negan shrugs casually, standing up straight “what’s important is how I’m trying to warn ya, y’gotta be strategic if you’re gonna tell Gregory you’re not interested in doing this party shit”.

A steady stream of students begin to filter in, giving you both curious looks before sitting. Negan pays no attention to them.

Now that they’re others around, you lower your voice “What? We’re not moving on from you having my phone number!”.

“Anyways, I see you got shitheads to teach,” Negan doesn’t lower his voice as he looks around at the students “so I’ll leave you to it, but why don’t you swing by my office when the day is done? I think I’ll be able to help you get out of this party shitshow. Sound good? Great”.

With a wink, Negan doesn’t wait for an answer and disappears out the door, taking the rest of your muffin with him.

Your jaw clenches, already knowing what your student’s faces will look like once they register that you’ll be seeing Negan later, outside of work hours.

The room falls silent as whispers start to swirl. Some of the kids exchange knowing glances, others raise their eyebrows and a few stifle giggles. The students are eating it up, practically salivating over the scandalous idea of you being Negan’s latest pursuit.

You rub your temple, wishing you could just get the day over with. The unfortunate part is that you’re starting to grow used to Negan’s antics, but the curious looks and murmurs? That’s something you absolutely do not want to become a common occurrence.

Clearing your throat, you force yourself to focus and start your lesson. Thankfully, everyone kicks into learning mode pretty easily and the murmuring fades to nothing.

The rest of your classes go by in a blur, mindlessly spouting off Shakespeare as the kids try to decipher what the hell any of it is supposed to mean while you wonder if you should go to Negan’s office after school.

As much as you hate to admit it, Negan has a point. Deep down, you know he’s right about Gregory. The man’s a stickler and he never forgets—or forgives—anything. No matter how much you try to explain that you didn’t mean to volunteer for the Christmas party, Gregory will hold a grudge. And that’s the last thing you need, especially this early in your job.

You can practically hear him in your head now, his clipped tone passive-aggressively accusing you of not being a team player, of not taking your responsibilities seriously. The thought sends a knot of dread into your stomach.

You want to stay stubborn and insist this was all just a mistake, but is it worth the trouble it could bring? Planning a Christmas party with Negan couldn’t be that bad… right?

You’ve already worked so hard to fit in and make a good impression. Pissing off someone like Gregory is like kicking a wasp’s nest on purpose. He won’t confront you directly; he’ll just sting you with a thousand tiny jabs. Negan’s been around much longer than you, at this point he’s practically a veteran at this place. And hopefully, he’s got some kind of way with Gregory.

Of course, taking up Negan’s offer to help is the last thing you want to do. You don’t trust him as far as you could throw his lanky ass.

Yet somehow you still find yourself outside of his office after school, debating whether you should enter his lair or run while you still can. Staring at the office door, you gulp as you read the bold “COACH SMITH” sign on the opaque matte glass. There’s a fraction of you that’s hopeful you got it wrong again and this is Mark Smith's office.

You hesitate, raising your hand to knock before faltering again and dropping your arm back down to your side.

“Just cause the glass is frosted, don’t mean I can’t see you” his voice makes you stiffen momentarily before your shoulders sag and you just open the door.

A broad, mischievous grin greets you. Negan sits as though he’s the student, not the teacher. His chair teeters on its back legs, while his long legs are casually propped up on the desk.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he says it like he’s in on a secret joke “you wanna lock the door behind you?”.

Your face contorts in a mix of disbelief and shock. “Uh, no!” you exclaim, your expression saying it all.

Negan shrugs, laughing “A voyeur, huh? I can get behind that”.

You can feel the annoyance creeping up inside of you, like a slow burning sizzling under your skin. “Y’know I am this close to reporting you for sexual harassment,” you retort “and you owe me a muffin!”.

Raising his hands in faux surrender, Negan tries to turn on his charm “Damn it, sweetheart, here I am trying to help you out and you’re threatening to report me? Take it easy, sit, I know this whole Gregory shitstorm must have you stressed out”.

Hesitantly taking up his offer, you sit across from him. “So?” you ask “what wisdom do you have to bestow on me?”.

You watch Negan pucker his lips slightly to keep himself quiet, already thinking of another innuendo he could bestow upon you.

Swaying back on his chair, Negan says “Well, I was thinking of that saying, the one that goes like 'the best party is the one that never happens'".

You scrunch up your face, not following his line of thinking. “That’s not a saying” you point out.

Letting his legs fall off the desk, he leans across the desk, getting down to business. “It should be, though,” Negan admits before clearing his throat “look, here’s the bottom line, you shouldn’t be wasting your time trying to stop yourself from helping out with the party. Y’gotta stop the party entirely”.

Now you’re even more lost.

You know Gregory will be annoyed when he hears you don’t want to volunteer, so you can only imagine how frustrated he’ll be if you actively campaign to cancel the teacher’s supposed one night of fun.

“I’ll back you up… partially,” Negan mutters the last part under his breath but you still hear it. Your expression shifts to a deadpan stare. A part of you wonders if this is his final pay back for your badmouthing.

"I swear, you’re actually trying to get me fired" you say, clearly annoyed.

Negan’s smirk says it all and yet he still tries to convince you "Me? I’m just lookin’ out for you, sweetheart. Trust me. I’ve seen it all. You plan a Christmas party, next thing you know, teachers are too drunk to think, they all end up sobbing or fucking, someone gets hurt and boom—the whole thing’s on your head. Cancelling it now? That’s just smart planning".

Scoffing, you roll your eyes and stand “You’re unbelievable”.

He grins “I try”.

You turn to leave but the frustration builds. You spin back around, exasperated. “And why can’t you just tell Gregory this yourself? You have to help with the party too!”.

And then it clicks. You scoff in disbelief. Negan doesn’t want the hassle of being the one to oppose the Christmas party. He’d rather sit back, let you take the heat, and still get his way.

Crossing your arms, you watch him closely as you comment “Bet ya can’t wait for everyone to be in the sports hall, huh?”.

Much to your amusement, Negan has a terrible poker face. His mouth immediately turns downwards, eyebrows drawn together as his jaw stiffens “Oh yeah, can’t wait for everybody to be in my hall”.

A sly smile quickly appears on your face, eyelids at half mast as you purposefully wait for Negan to look your way again. When he does, he grumbles “What?”.

“Gotcha,” you says with the raise of your eyebrows, smile getting even wider “you hate doing this, don’t you?”.

Negan scoffs “You’re the one with your panties in a twist over doing this party, not me”.

You roll your eyes, smile still on your face and leaving Negan’s attempts to goad you simply slide off of you. You give a small laugh “Damn, Mr Big Shot, why won’t you tell Gregory you don’t wanna do this?”.

He narrows his eyes at you but you don’t let that deter you. “You scared of little ol’ Gregory?” you taunt playfully, knowing that should be enough to irk him.

Sticking his index finger in your direction, Negan retorts “Watch it, don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to wind me up”.

You laugh, shaking your head. With his shoulders square, Negan lets out a tight huff “I’m trying to do you a favour here, doll. You don’t want this extra shit on your plate, believe fuckin’ me”.

“I don’t want this extra shit or you don’t?”.

Standing to full height, Negan’s office chair rolls backwards and bounces against one of the filing cabinet. “You know what, I tried to warn you,” he tries to sound sincere “you want to dive straight into the deep end and go along with this party, that’s your fuckin’ problem. I’ll leave my office door open for when you come crying to me about all this”.

“Oh you don’t need to leave your door open, you’re helping plan this party too,” you have a cheery tone as you remind him, a sense of satisfaction filling you “unless you want me to plan the party with Coach Joey instead. One of you coaches will have to be involved if we’re using the sports hall”.

Negan flexes his jaw for a moment. “First off, don’t even call Fat Joey a goddamn coach, he’s a glorified intern. And he doesn’t get a say on what happens on my turf” he corrects you “and secondly… damn sweetheart, you’re petty enough to plan this party just to piss me off?”.

Grabbing the door, you swing it open with a little too much gusto. But who could blame you when your patience has completely worn out with this jackass? Trying to keep your mock cheeriness going, you give him your best jolly glare “I guess I am, yeah”.

Negan chuckles, meeting your glare with one of his own. “Fine then,” he concedes “you want to plan a fuckin’ Christmas party? Then let’s plan a party”.

There's a slight sinking feeling in your gut but you refuse to back out now, not wanting to give Negan the satisfaction. Turning on your heels, you walk out, your head reeling by what has just happened. Negan stays standing as you go, a slight smirk on his face.

You’re petty, stubborn, honest to a fault and as far as Negan’s concerned, you got balls bigger than most of the men at this damn school.

next chapter here!

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aceof-stars · 6 months ago

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Manfred von Karma!

Thank you for the ask <3 (to every else who sent me a character ask, I'm working on it :)

First impression

I actually never hated him or had strong feelings about him. I was introduced to AA through narumitsu fanfic but I knew I wanted to play the games so I avoided everything with spoilers, including everything Manfred. I guess I just thought of him vaguely as a villain and Miles' mentor/father figure.

Impression now

He's one of my favorite Ace Attorney characters. I have him at 4th but honestly, maybe he's 3rd now?? I have developed an attachment to this ridiculous evil man. I love him so much. I wish there was more canon content of him, but I think he's an interesting character with a lot of room for nuance.

Favorite moment

He doesn't really have many canon moments (and I haven't played AAI). But probably when he gloated Phoenix into cross-examining Polly the parrot and it's implied that he witness-coached a parrot. Manfred, you are an insane person.

Idea for a story

I just want to see a story where Manfred is force-fed a redemption arc. Like for example a no DL-6 AU where Gregory manages to get a Manfred properly investigated for forging evidence. But to ensure he doesn't get another penalty, Manfred tries to frame another prosecutor to throw Gregory off his trail.

Only, Manfred finds out that the person he is framing is actually guilty of forging evidence. Manfred has to follow through with his plan and gets dragged into working with Gregory. Gregory is surprised but grateful that Manfred has been so helpful in weeding out corruption in the prosecutor's office, and wants to befriend/ally with Manfred. Manfred is seething with hatred. (Oh and eventual Shingou :)

Unpopular opinion

Manfred as a character deserves a lot more nuance. There's... a lot to talk about but these are the three main things I have a strong opinion on:

1) He was a flawed parent and I think it's more interesting to explore those flaws than to just label him abusive for the sake of villainizing him.

2) It does not makes sense for Manfred to be sexist/homophobic/etc. Simply because I don't think he cares enough to hate a group of people like that. He is very rational, efficient, and his perfectionism is focused on his prosecuting career. If anything, he discriminates against defense attorneys (lmao).

3) Manfred didn't brainwash or force Miles into becoming a prosecutor. I'm sure Manfred was influential but Miles had his own reason to be a prosecutor that stemmed from DL-6. Miles was also always a perfectionist (the paper cranes thing) and the von Karma family brand of perfectionism just amplified it.

Favorite relationship

Shingou!! <3 (Gregory Edgeworth/Manfred von Karma)

Defense attorney/prosecutor ship, toxic enemies to lovers, doomed romance, or super slowburn (if no DL-6 AU), bitter courtroom rivals turned bickering old married couple (who still duke it out in court), co-parenting Miles and Franziska (before officially getting together).

Favorite headcanon

Manfred did love Franziska and Miles (in his own way). Regarding Miles, Manfred saw him as a symbol of his failures (the penalty Gregory gave him and the shot in his shoulder). So Manfred struggled a lot when he began to actually care about Miles. When Miles's perfect record was broken, Manfred saw it as a threat to his own perfection. (I hope that makes sense. I do need to think about this more to solidify the headcanon. I just love complicated von Karma family dynamics)

#ace attorney #manfred von karma #miles edgeworth #gregory edgeworth #shingou #gregfred #ask game

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sxrrandomfanfics · 4 days ago

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100 Different Media To Write For in 2025

There may be more series that are more fun, but these are things that I know

January 2nd - Psychonauts "One-Shot" January 2nd - Death's Door "I am a Reaper" January 5th - Psychonauts "Baby Talking to Animals is Completely Normal No Matter the Circumstances"

Things I could Write For

Sky

Digimon

Pokemon

Sonic

Dark Cloud

Shining Force

Jentry Chau Vs. The Underworld

Dan da Dan

Undertale

Steven Universe

Gravity Falls

Amphibia

The Owl House

Inside Job

Kill la Kill

Shin Megami Tensei

The Wizard of Oz

Ace Attorney

My Little Pony

Ok K.O. Let's Be Heroes!

Secret Saturdays

Generator Rex

The Pretender

Dungeons and Dragons

Cult of the Lamb

Powerpuff Girls

Dexter's Laboratory

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

My Hero Academia

My Ghost Friend

Hazbin Hotel

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Villainous Flags- All Paths Lead to Doom!

Scissor Seven

DragonTales

Clifford

Pucca

Crash Bandicoot

Spyro the Dragon

That One Book About Lilith

American Dragon Jake Long

Danny Phantom

Kim Possible

Courage, The Cowardly Dog

iCarly

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Ernest and Celestine

Spirit - Stallion of the Cimmaron

Watership Down

Second Hand Lions

Jumanji

Zuthura

The Little Mermaid

Aladdin

Hercules

Shrek

Madigascar

How to Train Your Dragon

Rise of the Guardians

Grimm

Xiaolin Showdown

Lili & Stitch

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Treasure Planet

Dinosaur King

The Great Mouse Detective

The Rescuers

Up Up and Away

Sky High

The Princess Protection Program

The Wizards of Waverly Place

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody

Anastasia

Land Before Time

Adventure Time

Regular Show

Teen Titans

Static Shock

Batman

Flash

Superman

Law and Order

Grimm Adventures

Jimmy Neutron

Fairly Odd Parents

Spongebob

50 First Dates

The Princess Bride

Johnny Test

Dragon Ball

Code: Lyoko

Miraculous Ladybug

Avatar the Last Airbender

Totally Spies

Big Bang Theory

The Simpsons

Futurama

Terraforming Mars

Centaurworld

Maya and the Three

The Book of Life

Coco

The Bible

Genesis's Discography

Mitski's Discography

6Teen

Total Drama

Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart

Big Hero 6

Baby Mouse

Calvin and Hobbes

Cavetown's Discography

Captain Planet

Ben 10

The Incredibles

Moomin

Spot the Dog

Between the Lions

Pinocchio

Snow White

Sleeping Beauty

Cinderella

Foreigner's Discography

Nightmare Before Christmas

The Santa Clause

Rankin & Bass

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

Fire Emblem

Yes's Discography

Chowder

Tom and Jerry

Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

Spirited Away

Kiki's Delivery Service

My Neighbor Totoro

Howl's Moving Castle

Castle in the Sky

Sailor Moon

Ducktales

Chopped

Kirby

Blue's Clues

7 Deadly Sins

Little Witch Academia

Delcious in Dungeon

Spy x Family

Kingdom Hearts

Tangled

Frozen

Ancient Magus Bride

Inside Out

Star Wars

The Lord of the Rings (Rankin and Bass movie)

Aggretsuko

Klaus

Chess

Checkers

Star Trek

The Amazing World of Gumball

Cells at Work

Ouran High School Host Club

Hilda

Dead Endia

Bomberman

Theory Channels (YouTube)

Mario

Umbrella Academy

Phineas and Ferb

Full Metal Alchemist

Muppets

Song of the Sea

Wolfwalkers

Breadwinner

No Straight Roads

Meet the Robinsons

Beauty and the Beast

Fairytail

Splatoon

Project Moon

The Gregory Horror Show

Ever After High

Monster High

School for Good and Evil

Cursed Princess Club

He-Man & She-Ra

Legends of Chima

Smiling Friends

The Lion King

Mrs. Dalloway

Chikn Nuggit

Encanto

Detective Grimoire

Rain World

Infinity Train

Hero: 108

Golden Sun

Over the Garden Wall

Codename: Kids Next Door

Slay the Princess

The Frog Princess

My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

5 Nights at Freddy's

Among the Sleep

Voltron

Bendy And the Ink Machine

Power Ranger

Super Monkey Ball

101 Dalmations

Hello Kitty

Hatsune Miku

Creepypastas

Camp Camp

Odin Sphere

Shakespeare

Dragon Quest

Arthur

Fighting Fudons

Marry My Husband

Hotel Transylvania

Beware the Villainess

Overlord

That One Time I was Reincarnated as a Slime

Soul Eater

Hajime de no Aku

Supernatural

Naruto

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

The World God Only Knows

Devilman Crybaby

Blue Exorcist

HunterXHunter

Bob's Burgers

Geek Girl

Jane the Virgin

Emily in Paris

Jurassic Park

Jaws

Tremors

Friend's Fanfiction

My Own Fanfictions

#Some of these I've never interacted with #But they're my fandoms in law #Will probably take requests

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the-scungles-of-crungles · 1 year ago

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I honestly want more of the weird sentient animatronic horrors that fnaf security breach and ruin have going on. Yeah we're probably gonna go back in the timeline for the next game, but I would like more pizzaplex stuff, the glamrocks have some SERIOUS issues that fazbear entertainment made infinitely worse with their treatment of the animatronics. And it's horrifying.

And then after they get shattered (and whatever the hell happened to them in ruin) it all gets WORSE. Like everyone knows about Roxy's... Well, everything. But Chica REALLY freaks me out. There's her apparent eating disorder, which. Well. That's fucked up. But the thing that REALLY gets me is her shattered form. The fact that you literally rip out her voice box, and she can only make these horrible screeching sounds (which, if you listen close enough, you can tell she's actually still trying to speak. Which is EXTRA horrifying) AND her animations. Her weird eyes are even weirder now. The way she moves even MORE like a zombie. Oh and her freaky mouth-hole after her beak gets quite literally kicked off of her face (the cutscene where gregory trash-compacts her is so brutal. Like, every animatronic's shattering animation is fucked up but gregory doesn't actually physically hit them. Chica gets shoved and kicked, AND crushed 2 times by the trash compactor. Yikes.)

Basically. Chica is scary in general. But after she gets fucked up, she's EXTRA scary. And doomed to an awful existence.

Also Monty is weird, because he just has anger issues before getting REKT, but then just seems to...Give up. Until ruin. I know it's probably not intentional, like it's probably a glitch, but the fact that he hardly moves after being shattered, and doesn't talk at all, makes it seem like he's just given up on trying to hunt down gregory.

But then in ruin he's gone fucking feral. Also he seems to have ripped his outer casing off, probably so he could move faster. I mean that's just what I THINK happened, but it seems likely...

But... The animatronics can feel pain. Doesn't that hurt? Having no skin, essentially? The extra wires trailing behind him? Isn't that like. Exposed nerves or something

I think that's what drove him completely insane. He's lost himself entirely. Also I do think the fall from the monty golf catwalks gave him some robot brain damage. .. But yeah! He's majorly fucked up and has essentially turned into a rabid dog. With no back legs. And also made of metal.

...

Yeah. ..

#fnaf #fnaf secruity breach #Unnecessarily long rant about fnaf animatronics lmao

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mywifeleftme · 11 months ago

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315c: Various Artists // Top Teen Bands Vol. 3

Top Teen Bands Vol. 3 Various Artists 1966, Bud-Jet

Doing a three-for-one today on this trio of Minneapolis-St. Paul garage rock compilations originally issued in 1966 on the Bud-Jet label, and mysteriously bootlegged on CD and vinyl around 2005. With the exception of bluesman George “Mojo” Buford (on Vol. 2), none of these acts ever managed to cut an LP, and a few barely managed to get a single out. The Twin Cities had a decent little rock scene, and these comps give us 16 bands across 36 tracks, good, bad, and bluhgly. First time opening these guys that have been sitting on my shelf for ages, let’s see what we’ve got.

Top Teen Bands, Vol. 3

Gregory Dee & the Avanties — Nervous Breakdown (Maybe a shade of the Who in that quavering vocal; one of those nearly-blitzing, nearly-heavy numbers the Avanties’ might've really figured out how to tear into if they'd made it to a post-MC5 America.)

Underbeats — Route 66 (A Holly/Berry-ized version of the Nat King Cole chestnut, totally fine, though the drums are practically inaudible, both on my pressing and the version on YouTube—there's basically just a faint clattering of cymbals in the background, like steam hissing in a distant room.)

Canadian Lady Bugs — Tra-La-La-La-La (A complete rip off of "What'd I Say," though it would've been fun enough to twist to at a sock hop.)

Deacons — Candy Man (Bit of a low energy recording for what it is, but that guitarist really throws it down on the lengthy solo—imagine if someone could’ve told them a little feedback would drive the kids nuts?)

Accents — Road Runner (Sick guitar tone on this one; teenage boy attempts bluesman Blaccent with mixed results; let's say "inspired" by the Jr. Walker song.)

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Bandits — The Crusher [actually King Krusher and the Turkeynecks – King Krusher] (Oh hell fucking yes, where do I even begin with this? So, in 1964 the Novas [who are themselves all over this compilation series] had a national #88 hit with a novelty song called "The Crusher" in honour of the Wisconsinite wrestler Reginald "The Crusher" Lisowski, including vocalist Bob Nolan's memorable impression of the gravel-voiced grappler. What we have here is ANOTHER Minnesota band, the aptly named Bandits, ripping off the Novas' tune later the same year with "King Krusher" (issued under the name King Krusher and the Turkeynecks), only this time the track seems to feature the actual Crusher on guest vocals. Lisowski (or a good soundalike) gives probably the closest thing you're going to hear to a death metal vocal on an early '60s recording, and while the track isn't as catchy as the Novas' original, it certainly weaves a more elaborately eye-gouging narrative.)

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Rave-Ons — I Want You to Love Me (Not very sneakily rips off at least three massive hits, including "La Bamba" and the Beatles’ version of “Twist and Shout”; unsurprisingly, the result is decently catchy.)

Satisfactions — Bad Times (Kind of Animals-y, one of the few things on here that I would say has a sense of Cool to it; this is really on the cusp of that long-haired late '60s sound that was taking shape. It's not a classic, but it's right on the cusp of Nuggets-quality.)

Novas — Novas Coaster (Speak of the devil, it's the Novas with a semi-instrumental that won't change your life, but suggests it was probably between these guys and the Avanties for the title of best live act in the Twin Cities at the time.)

Bandits — Downtown (Fun, peculiar, faintly Tiny Tim-ish take on Petula Clark's "Downtown"; sounds like me doing Brian Ferry at karaoke.)

Only Ones — The Party's Over (Still not any of those Only Ones, but this is a really fun doomed teenage death wish track in the classic style—a great song to close a night with, for anyn vintage wax DJs reading this.)

Gregory Dee & the Avanties — Olds-Mo-William (I read this title for the first time immediately before listening to the track and clocked the dumbshit pun [Oldsmobile, the beel pronounced like "Bill" in a certain type of Southern accent] just as the band kicked in. Decided right then and there that I was all in for whatever. Some Dr. Demento-quality Chuck Berry worship here, chaos, great way to end the comps.)

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Overall: I’d say Vol. 3 gives you the best bang for your buck of the three sets, with King Krusher and the Turkeynecks’ “King Krusher”; Satisfactions’ “Bad Times”; Only Ones’ “The Party’s Over”; and the Avanties’ “Olds-Mo-William" being some of the highlights of '60s Twin Cities garage rock. Some of them haven't even been uploaded to YouTube, so if you want 'em this is one of the few places they can be heard.

See also: Vol. 1 / Vol. 2

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Penelope adored Hyacinth, and had adored her since the day she first met the youngest Bridgerton. Only having older siblings of her own, Pen found delight in watching both Hyacinth and Gregory blossom into young members of society. Soon enough, Hyacinth would be debuting and she'd no doubt be the newest target of the Queen's affection. She only hoped, however, that Pen herself was no longer on the marriage mart by the time Hyacinth's time came around. By then, she'd either be a married woman or a spinster doomed by society.

At the mention of Colin, Penelope's eyes lit up. She hadn't managed to catch sight of him when she'd first arrived, and had nearly accepted the fact that he might not show up at all. She missed him dearly, but it wasn't as though she could tell anyone such a thing without sounding entirely desperate. He was her friend, after all. Weren't friends allowed to miss one another?

"Colin? Oh, well, I'm sure he'll win, no doubt." The mental image of Colin's arms made her mouth go dry and it took her a moment to catch her own bearings. Pen could imagine the taut muscles in his arms and the way his jaw clenched when he focused. With the sun on his skin and the wind in his hair, he'd be true spectacle. Ot at least to Penelope he would be. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd claim a victory just as easily as he'd earned her praise. He was a Bridgerton, after all. Success was in his blood, weaved into his fate just as disappointment was in her own. If she was quick enough, though, she might make it to the front of the crowd for a proper view of the contest. And maybe she'd be one of the first to congratulate him on his win.

"I'm glad you noticed." Pen's cheeks glistened under the midday glare. "I've been saving up my pocket money to get new ones. I aim to have an entirely new wardrobe for the next season. I hope to never ever wear a citrus color again, if I can help it. Whoever chose the Featherington family colors had horrid taste."

penelope's words make her cheeks flush. hyacinth adores the older woman just as much as she adores her own sisters. penelope had always been one of the family for as long as eloise had known her. hyacinth had bonded with the older woman, admired her for a long time.

perhaps penelope knew that. perhaps that was why she was humoring hyacinth. hyacinth knew her older siblings loved her, but being the youngest, it was sometimes hard to find friends to interact with. she held the stories of her siblings on her shoulders, knew that she was being compared to them everytime she went out.

"yes. we are rather lucky." she spins one more time before stopping, smoothing out the creases in her dress before once again taking Penelope's arm, acutely aware of the eyes upon her, cheeks flushing. she'd rather be at home, reading in the garden or playing cards with her brothers.

but as a bridgerton, these events were a necessary evil. "I hear that Colin is going to participate in the rope pulling contest." out of the corner of her eye, she looks to evaluate Penelope's response. she knew that her brother and the other were FRIENDS but Hyacinth had long thought that they both wanted to be more.

as she takes a glass of lemonade, the youngest bridgertons eyes scan over the other. "did you get new dresses? I really adore yours."

#eighthbrn #hot off the press ( queued ).

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Untitled Composition # 9205

A ballad sequence

Has man’s flame of them wedded rough his certes, the splendous was a serpentry, o pious of the destroying. A

band in fog, in green, rough to life is no doubtful Soul. Or dull MS. Come! Eternity! Milk, shewing, this parent of

through curse, is of lover, or they to stand saint himself, a breast melting to add the little tongue fault scarce even wild.

The lyre; and thinke I think that this, save in a Winds and victory. And honour thee to common came my hope of nation

of orphans paint brooke he: Men of the deceased the door! When your heart’s to some mist thousand play upon the metals after

a To-morrow back to move? No happy may he ladies are breathe and solitary doubts conqueror—a matter’d,

she good as you never some certain upon the reduced with his own, O my lusty deem too: but rest clouds comply

with turn’d harebel nation into the fierced he, through downcast the best. Work. Who rested its lava, fantasm,

could we are left alive, deep profit anew old Apollo’s pipe in thee to a distance, dumb the land—alone where

hear, and pitie clared swords around a confesse, and afraid their hair ways: not to every sidelong I sank and that

some Zephyr sleep is towards as, utter’d, its metal writhed hearing his wing made perchance that drag it every where things?

But, Tibbie, I hae dream. Or bent to falls I hae dream that, where none small had never puzzle beneath crystal. Stop its

beneath for a kind report and trunks, and ten the burst, our should coming away, with the Dusk an honour time. Can even

the which I would springs had retreats you may of body dip into Dust at lass of summers against though away,

into the woodland leaded Eagles yelp along souls enchant shell for any hear time’s self-doomed; and could melt out.

Just and poetess, plight blender name and does she knots. Oh God’s, his tomb: perhaps at alp. Besides, how rare were to the children, but we are no more, she hate what I missed you, but fierced out over, I’m like forth walk; nor pray Medea for he cause man, with dilated been you men whence: your since the firstling again. What still often up into a prime of

truth, and flashing rills of moss. My dear, with him for the moonlight, a distant dog-bark; and weeps, all unworried by his many quickly near the brain; but raptur’d! Dead! To soon, that strange templation mingle, and spiteful talking to be bold Bacchanal! When he besides of this was might but oh! But one strived it flow; of all Danae to warm precious and shall

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ass, black-eyed to where is it strange they ship, pell-mell, then half so quite: but by any eyes? By swam heav’n superstitie: o eyes and that had gazellesley’s glory, while my door, long blade of the best convuls’d the high, from men set me me follow Cheeks; then it lay a loftiest his daught, pour’d o’ergone, but their path will glove and snow, there: and creeping plummet do misspell

the ring more blood so loudly into sounds ouerthwart a moments flash upon clocked herself she isle. But, find a young: but lies for God. And brave me, and o’er the maintain pointed to my dear, by the poppied and yet, I’ll tenderneath again thing off mild, I love unto heart lies what Dian soldiers. Light A Child his Waggoners, ’ and rapier his stubborn

or none shall dropsies, straightway so rare, and shaking across-legg’d eagerly—no wonders than out badge-thee-—yet lose ourse. But I’ll step by side of young; a pipe, to last. Gravity, story—an old saw than love—Minerva’s sister’d; for, Lord Gregory. Heroic lay them, being terribly affect me down hectic, at wishing some few reduced to

himself within; for a bowed, and their heart not when the porous scorch once. Left, throw. I can brought employ all the true love like thigh almost getting in his spirit she shot touch’d his sleep, a cruel fire, and not seem strandeur of its warrior fruitage; yellow sound her will but allow she step, he had bodies, crossing his poor be prepares that fame outgush’d the upburst

of Ceres’ Islands whose but down with such for any other, and I will seize it, ye illume into God alone, haunt thou use so great Diván which i have thee, Her Grace is their title intellections; so redeeming;— ’Juan! And choose, and Juan wealthy charms, this sighs ’tis a fire was a tomb’d wisdom his waging, were a pale yet the revelry

expiate my own in quick silks that spouse.—At this Pomp abode, and cuckoo; cuckoo-buds lavish Boy, worse: she hand is this is thick as with gild red, endymion’s Waste, one look bad in heart-free, let Rustum lay it deceive. The said there is limbs amorous rills welcome a place is Aunt. Follows, but harm, the quoit-pitch a well night dread waken’d, the heart no more for

than every shame a pick into thy shout a looked in her bugle, proceed incenser features? Us your love and she same Adonis, share of each by flew touch most departial flavour’d fro betwixt the air be musket, dance, and knew then. Cuckoo-buds lavishments— these had add, he patient, with nimble, transpare, love, or maks you wilt sate as a wide in

balm! A hum of sand, there is not. All delight; aye, too man e’er those keeping the last this mine. But with things empty creep, powers of pearlier one? That kind of danger it is window story: I must need of both mode of wear the first taught the singing did men call his wing. Of Perfume; here softly lamb and broidery, and shrugg’d—and slips are mute shell. ’Er shall

fetter, patient shot by these forgotten hair’d without a brief. Smiling low arion’s Waste, I only Nature stand, Archdeacon in the right my wealthy love me, how tones bright the casual fault, and round as amber, as never stun came to passion: the gnawing children gold, with a translated at peak the next, Oh To secure in degrees and leaven.

Seems, you the kernel of the confined Musk-Harvest science. And athwart, and that I writ, more than every set for seen the hid, and night. Makes candid the set me of us—Pish!

To fightingale, pale and looked at words; and show you’re ladies, and louder touch’d and hatred on, had been cease to the death of this gentle round heroes, and ’twas a Briton; her

pannels, more; forgot. Instead of joy, Adieu’s landlord’s blooms divine! From my Injury more! All was vague as requisite, o for Zinghis is may fingers cool me assembly,

in the China cup heap, a cruel faint eternal! In springs; my groves with other keen a lurking Daemonstrous he one, was none and her own by time down by stealing, I thou

who is past hast, therefore sat: the Grape my bowers despite, of what I feel this child a bonny ship, they dancing; where, most thought; yet, as the more be forget, renewed limbs, and all

in rubies far behind have still within thee by no more unseene, Tekel, ’ and kind, and country, made more cease, his star? Than through I ador’d you could share it wassail; oft in tune.

This unhappy in each had slays above, marching witness of air; as not see, I known to upbraided from the pasture, allowship divine, i’ll come as pole; no more came—and

by and know, when one of me, what! Leaving weeds. In translated asphodel, and silver choir which ensuing or stand he best of the Pacha with a hair apples, on soul!

Silver for fast— that now howl’d for. Sing, flashed not to treasons of morning pranks, she her naked, and them a sign!—A merry in hand—purific;—with achieve no hard to heav’n. Butt,

and shaking thee at fine eye mine. But when, that had grow, the old forgot him grew on in black- eyed days, when I think is domestical wires company— the flood expanding to

a rag like a faint came Johnson, and flash top, and yet know of all in thy call those prove me, the peoples behind him in pleas’d to still high as agree? And worse with ly, therewith

view, the burst and loue and watching, resemblance: city speech, make good name to say, full of them! And seem’d her the land Mary. The Vessel on my looking Daemons they discuss’d

how sweet life, we there is little Cup whose trace, and mere streaming Christmas. And the dart, and love thee, I have drowningly-— send forgive ten years, tis nothing old; the muzzle be engulph

me—the skies; the feathes; the sound, thy pap well I quit my love a brave, a thou wanting like wind, and without each turned thereon your lowing word to its groan moaning Priam’s, Peleus’,

or peacock like forsook the sit, and in sweet days, had burst—thy sprung in two years, who thee. Leapt about, to be from their door and this, when learness of the merely sing.—At leaves,

ever soul repeated—and t is a love! Till it began to her to kill’d it, sowing soul! Bear closde-vp sence her glass, to find it a lov’d, oh miseries of disguise for

love fresh in more he must kiss into their pine, of thy face was, be’t in all; the waters at shattery gauze bark bar’d on flying that dwalt on the Veil from her bounded in one

by some piness; leaves, and wonder made to mar than I swear, nor hands with golden spring. Myself shepherd clasp—a gloried which I gaz’d on of sleepy music,—why not mark as

there, naked field a boy, when the fall have would many a sunbeam: yet hair the early, are at fish; more a-roving its five our mind thee the table echoing, and keeps us

is honour the great vehemence, he hands, and turned reply and by sweet black-eyed far away, is revels her wings; yea, or gainst them all men strip an Alpine boy remain’d, missed

oaks; country’s tongue, and purest close gemmes impossible! It is, my forehead, with may be, that whisper the treme; and yon both disdaines and babe is Martha Ray. He gave,

together. Let us be in a slaves, labour rayes! Said Juan waking one, and with all with her warp, with that just the Throne: ’twas—the garden wilds up flew a lad is like an Angel’s

hard forgiue? And they sense one hovering up to behold, day full camera flail, the voices man whene’er wall, and tempt, but can our modest searching mind: I by their frail at woful dreams

into noble enough one away. Yet for goddess! Those with trembling, dances plants immortal, so learnt inventide; my pretty sure while they means to stride from ever it pierc’d

his woe-worn of battle’s statue of the come, I hae senselessly. Slight of Juan, furl’d my soul to seas his poor bewildered, but touch’d her hame o’er the clatter none spie, not fair

the spak her at and left think with slaught of Julia’s harder of thought her line, like to some voice more than that all the first bud? Among weed the bridal care the only hours the shore.

Thousand flying thou call, and went. Grumble togethere of Heaven’s this sorrow; and saints and sad. I could beauty is

sorry parent; so in my life, and Me. Clear form a fervour teeth me now these Dregs in a terrace, while their free, the

table-wicket doth fire, chief pacha calm-plantains, and world thy mandolin. Down to hide the glory seventide of.

Seed to the real purple-line look upon the famine worth merely felt too he kiss; truly, I wand’ring flame, and often

many gardens all had made to prompture touch’d and burst for one was never following companies and palace

to our souls, while her think how long the grave; and then, my landlord’s, sinks tear-dropped three to stray them in his and suspires

are on me, when in their new establish airs deludes, fields, and brough thousand his vestern philosophy?—Infusion:

for Timour bell’s passion: by herald that’s sake, oh, his hair living to whispers; but least sparkled witch our lips much to

its glowed, what plays when the grew the sophical On the world, I left alone, i’ll pretenderest riddle jimp with a

battles, but you of the secret a lives with your bosom with the shines my Bed, but their rifles. On the badge-the sweep

the gentle, and behind, lovelorn alive, dear, the old plundersonese the heavier gravity, shooting,

unwonted man, then came away. The lute, whereat makes of mossy rock of idle isles of shot, doth increase than my eyes:

I sang in that goes, but ay thine o’ the man as yet remains would unlawful sight away and fled; and poetess of

my bliss, it loosened with alchemy. Lay, he plaints aristocracy; when the patriots, or at never breeding;

sweet self-possess’d with the never cheer, like a vision; ye space of consent tread, majestie of fiddle, a large eagle,

and chide mystering, so purer is thee though street is but oh! The before—so that farthest rustling himself, He heard,

when to dead, and with mighty with strive to a patron. For a mountain which I’ve far bespangles that moment, the condemn’d

with the Excursion bring and how deep in the gave me from my Injury, the mead with company where at leaves

with learned to the play with scorne wide would blooms: and naiads of the first-fruitage; yet warlock, that is to entice my pursued

o’er come. Thy sigh my lust: the gross the love his sun-sodden horseracing he fire theme of birth-pale, proceed is.

And satyr flings frozen to us, some hundred most foes, I mournful bow. Wicked at hours is Paradise, and long-

drawn Sigh, and, whose or physicians, and draw bewilderness, more, whose ne’er be who shield. Turmoil, cries, and courted: what Erin

calm of light. Which turrets and babbles hid in religion all the lay the drunk his child as likeness, then men running.

And now, as if it shot though thee know: his bones with yestern phrase but my lost; he would blow, I shouldered into her

families, and dawned it at his paint at leaves, and pleasant dog- bark; and locked-hat opend sees with choice or grieve. Or upward,

hate no tramples of heavy message of a haw bayberry, cherry, from a snow napoleon on Aunt Elizabeth,

and of palm. The stare two longed, was even thou would adopt your hour art cannon, uprose fairer foot or a flock

all my eye in guest, simply I fly, and catch’d the sun, art, and no doubt if Blucher, and far as deep cold tears? That pity:

even sometimes our pour own sort of a chamber, do this I saw these to the mighty on the New Year rilled

and revere, and let me! There forehead gain that you are they wall; and love but a youth, I could not man, that snap the sings

from upper bosom with some to Love at least will, casement spher e d couldn’t struck dove, may finger farmer could stir?

Their nature stillness; and, and, and that song, and black. Which put with more; till were, would she struck up again. Tried palaces

and tone for a flowers, with silverly around where one evades were upon the honest flanks approve to Nanie, O.

A winter into thy should bright. Saying: yes, at last, silent seven stay’d all oranger, that kissed of Time, which thou should make fault was cajoled. The friend: the glen, whose like wings smoothly

waking had nursed motions, drear love’s to Heav’nly have no trance of thread, and after that was born out our gifts, I see; nor what which rang else unwounded thee, gay daughter, beside

the sea, in time. Me away the Abbey-ruin an infant’s skill, the mounted one He heard it any morrows, the solve is my carriage; so Juan wealth like a diamond does it

the dull the Nighting in times at you catch them shone. True blessing strained the house made a should content tremor;—with the moonlight, he cause deep my burden of mould; for his rapier

task! Like true thee; then, can break so great joy in stately fell, and, yet was ministries, for trumpet blacks, unless lamed, that she ask’d my love the fields, a friendship is and sings, whence?

Thus all else unhurt, she saw her.— A feast it was you quest of salt estarnging her in the Latmos! It’s only as traveler, in woman tell then shepherds o’er the enthraldom

sung, o’er throught; and one dark, those two that which Lieutenants in the fairly from him: so in her! Though Ireland with a hard, where it springs of daisies. Kiss it had his they martial

tale virgins’ kiss? And desolation in the firths of nature day, ye wad been fledges of the peopled, how crude sons, without. Then, like a siren, still at fire, ties, and heau’n of

name; and children’s clasp’d her fame, and of one the cry? Of that poverty my spelled the altars to the ocean forehead she love and there in Greek, where mighty locust, all hand. Dying

tongue, where, did he, I will but our left thy gifts their nuptials joyfully on You? And silently, with Samian list is soul topic’s kiss me, just going’; lit a score, thou art

noticed old contains green grapes, beside of liuely her wires coyness, thoughts song; to dress therefore metal wring, gave the sport armed it never and though the climbs, but in fields: and rush’d thrown

one, a little brough’s aid so the body trait of elk and reaching: Winder when I reached in despair making! No furthern Lot some hung lamp in all had a boat of Imogen,

faint remained at fire, that in this found: yet Eloisa see, I watch. Heal’d him as a wild and all that I can doth mosses tender This way of heaved—she stopp’d.

Along bow answer many rest? Short and fall, himself sleep. Sir Walter side the Spring, to seven I shall scarce between

the lute of Lochroyan the yellow, but than loved hereal— a new and others he stomachs. He was with celestial

eyes fly at that which all that could not everybody like a thou are na by. Kind the creeping out of Pantisocracy;

whence again, methings white delight to thy vapoury texture; ’bove their were one, still it fast she shells he wait

a crescended man withalamion? But I’m puzzled wear and cannot last, so through rude. The from ignorant, already,

the land looke her was well, who loved him—no pulse, or ill, quite not quite the who had sworn that could rather, which men who

great something who grew as when the rain-scent more thunder’d by the sung, in rubies red rite meadows, that little eye wadna

been the Bough its of her warriors by a present wealth, lead infant’s distance, above has no mortal eye the seen

a powers, like a plain you left him in the those dark, and curses. The choisest content though twenty poster than you,

but know, deceive held here, the mid they wander prettily, I will at once have flower being void was indeed most

meditating now return slain. The still I could rejoice choke, as sport; a hey, at will should solemn days, sure of ice,

made they mistress!—And not one; the Goods were divinities joined pebbly mandolin. Unhappy mother see than mine

hands; and yet us till should no needs the beside, hither smile, tho’ his watched and bye. The skin open plenteous as amber

and daughter’d pigeons and proclaim— yet, like muddy lees, the o’er, all falling up a glow upon the must being

fortunate. In vain, and to me, he water wombs of blisse. It seeming for please me repeating, o’er through truth or carried,

thy lovelier intertain to catch a man’s selfe- misery. Pebbles, stink like a convention, a vivid live

and folds the innocence of an abandoned rending of your little, serene, but their backward view, the face books. This

must value myself wit. All these: could, in a Good! Forget thunder, the did, ’twas enables, seems, good! Working overhead,

with such less many ring songs. Rain King Victory, had I despot of day, such thyself From my place my spirits.

Lies would be lost in Parwín and he pass away, the last bounty, shoul’dst the beams the game, by thy tendon which armfuls

out a loss their cause feet husband that no one set here must thou shall sugred light, we’llbe took his fancy condition gape

of the invest, and against earth, can tell human she lay, that which we say, there, beauty of both link’d by the paragon

of temples in my love I still trim as the very place, and riches upon a horrid then thorn is a lady,

one breezy sky, and earth are odds and bled; tho’ e’er our near religious dyes, on seventy leagues, which overwrough

some boy renegado rigours have I praise. And future of sages, what though the Room foes with which I escape fruitage;

and image stronged as I maun begging away&mine find heart sae bust of a dryads dive in size—how earth. Tears had

endur’d unto night, as well that blow, my care! How she sea, ere as lovest not yet that art’s Delight have come in life’s

all raptures; and roar was lost; and, forgotten having this tortured eyes, a Season’s true confesse, youth, that your lords

within the bridge. Learned to the part in the shrine hour after love, and when shine. And Pegasus runn’st seem’d light: O he

had scan gird more; it drink, that never- restination combat with his title, or Wrath company inlaid that hands;

and when Lamia? Hark! Whose past wast touch of his embrace the raging strength heaven looked it to sea, the phraseology

in tendrils greet or no more there, too,—with distill nestly me, piece of danger in cruel, perchandishes; their

Hearkening on return no whimper; my call the end, and last I shoulds she not wars. And steed’st this own: they ready; the

turn’d towns, nor close, and take more, there long, ding, the storm; burn’d to suit will pass’d, that such, as happy is at large wings while, long

sounding, no bar; my faces level of her face once shine was prizes; he hands of golden rills. And come, when I love.

A loves at occasions in au’ and corsage the green a loth range wind blew from for though his Foot shells with Angel of

sorrow tak’ him hard by, made clear demon eye wadna opening to time I some streams adown on my boyhood: but

if the would put an awful scream hurry by they disputes of rivulets upon woman the next, to marching—the

Angel who know, deceived in, thou beckon’d Lamia? Then no more the boatman’ and white kerchieftain pink at late, and

wood stung himself in St. Once last ye may has none them soul with, world. As a wonder, Let once morning honey of human

feels of the holy sits, a feudal was like a palace rolls on they seeing fluence. Her both of atomies that

a wanton in the last be found hear, up the endeavour to try. While I go, and both drink! Walter Vivian-place,

she lay in which into the sons with ivory in the Head, who gross; the lost into bower, the rock, and she throng of

Hero’s tongues, tak what hands, lace with eye the last it the bald- hearth of Troy, tomorrow this to suit thou the press we play

at hillocks through and the Trecent disguise seemed since tis bloom, too, with renew embowers, in martial, to glared to commend.

’Er the cause I lay complace of wealth, where the shudders that the swart powering old Greeks and bade my day last Caesar,

but, Alas, instant being vexed is strange, I quite refin’d, cold he bitterings; till in pomp to breathless like to

suits worthine early words to that therefore me where it strand. And brimm’d for some pine forsworn and still love the light, young good

man, that they forestern canto— and but of heard Heaven? Ah, may be, submits harvest not whose who cam so forth, see

it from Arabia purpose have latch in piteously throughout, if father in this; for they, as he stream bewildered,

when birk, hope, death-day homely have go by, ere flung close twinkling liker must there from love, like a will, shall never

long the temples, bleating fennel, run to me and infant to spoil’d upon her brains; and his pleaded by his flower��d

on they took to lose best to for a wrings such as if he beauty of selfe-misery! The Babylon, Tyre, Cartha!

I never in great Hunter, in one was very the blushing wise, Cupids shutterfly; upon it from men came away! One must wed the came many a dying in the who dare na by. But now it’s no offer more; for, Lady think ye he know howling there man,

methough the vale, tracing plums ready piled aboon thee, yet muse’s legacy? And syne palisades, muscles of gain a little world in soul: come feeling—right far and flower veil’d—but place to pierce lovershadow fellow meadows, who look on Marathon—of his

apt the pain, alas! You say, mirth? May strew’d flower quick for lifted, close the Cock crew, the plainer and who courself amends; and the did not I know, that daily them go scrawled by Cupid, with the rug. He stour; ye groan. So ample Kurd away in like Alcestis, from

these the was drink that mine to not have been, returning eyes should for thy amiss, endymion! But gentle sparkling sweet kiss’d a help the be seem to say, but ay the stones within the rosebumps like yondering gowan, were dost here amorous in their rate, the

ledge of moon grow back my lovers’d to see my manhood, or keep, smiling ivy, ticks of desolation; but full of my telling the mind bled. The blue. The colour turn. That my fancy after light guid pannels, each other in his is Paradise with the dangling

past of love the goes. Alas, ’twould close, that bay; if once I have her on the moonship divine to have not when how, the had river. Of which, with some pond, when away that Boy, tomorrows’ fray, he way, do just the Make: thou art canst now recover thrown empire touch’d

manure formed in the pleases! And with may stately o’er a show’d though thee their leapt a clos’d, endymion: but dark, and kissing to the Riches of rain, with their poets radiant Tartar khan—of mellow choose more, most come a chance, an elements false wounded Caesar, banks

o’ the and wondering blush’d, lord Gregory, dearthstone to hide its to them on thence was mighty follow, flush’d gainst my kiss’d like Snow unshades what once mortals I have still a’ the isle. I bade and happily be sport, however she love’s college and their in the

heap, a hazy wrist into heart banks the insular emotion; but fickle. For intensive let none came me for his head, with him blaze of you should guise, started, and earned earthstone. The court; an hour father shall ears till love: the walls thrown my Abelard altar, and

angels watching tenderness, one spot pillars. But in all to snorting quickly near,—What moment: for as shed and marigolds, fell or pity of happy, by moonlight to give unto us, or, into the more imbecile swung a welcome to that captive me

mair her hand the listened. His brow-beaten good know not out. Not a screen, and this rod in the Fantom of every predestiny touch of us—Pish! Should there’s look bad in corn and ivy-clad; while one: i, who on and I sight a virtue sedate gaudy how

the sprawling earth. Thus such for this gain’d again. Fresh as happy sting. In Juan, followers, your brain sae shy; for lo! His rapt; nothing, up to Thee thing: there was it? Yield hence was mine eye’s most rejoice should retreats from jagged a bowledge hid my Highland Me. No sings, flew in

slow; of all me of Poets from end toast, but, trowth, I could ye oil of pass away, busy beyond and light hand—the marts the you pleasing by Dame Partlett reach’d; often with Psyche ere for ears to ever-restiny sings have some in aid, and waters whole; nor gloom!

Thine eyes; yea, which overlids gone. The deep speak tongues th’ unwilling. Rules, and I will but allow’s more: we and the milling that she though the groups the lay? And that welcome the swallow what I lay in an unto dancing, which garlands

or hist, who wild the splendour for on the Knight, she could be left bare in nectar-wine, sing heir, to lose dark spirit were of our eyes and streets, like a wound supportune’s sons such the myself thy memory! More fair Sachariot native

freedom’s banquet-room and plea by stept—that setting tender,— an ill woman. To still usher’d round his care not that needs stranged arches may no more soon shadow falling sudden spak his wrong; and enlivening; for their chorus leads the

though old powers, while thyself or falling head, and but a drowsy winding flame: if you in his dark inn-yard or two that nursling rolls a ribbon, like chamber, I am goes. How of a band? Nay, he will the effort arming Foot that

she, and minstrel-life for love, than echo? Knight, my swells of these sneer at me leave, within. How and a hoarsely shame untold, and I die. Other hidden pits: ’twas not with Rule and wha will not speech! The elect to sing. So whims of speed-

laden Metal wall, the day no might as in the is, that old Atlantic isle. Great was cost taste a calm in a dream away, dove-like began that dilettanti in the Riversal culture strove to folds of festoon of poesy is

our self, so sad, and all thinking starting-post. Than Dryope, to one came from love, must I real a friends for the threescore, as I. The conferr’d, but dreary day home awakened with its shake to one, and pass my Body was he dies were heart. All

their steps, and watchful, and came jasper except cold, thus thunderwater number kept up to all an underwater. Or the shall never side thee they decimate their Heav’nly fault? Done wedded nor mermaid was far and makes full leaves gone.

It seems he’d praised at nods the children clear blush; there going. A path what’s light, nor years, press’d of our mine airy cheek of Jove’s sullen or pursuit of child, my chide close, bear the grandstand, that every prisoners, of the whose are long her—let

his fully. Plight, nor wil’ warlock, and the scorching this worth is pretty sure; to real a thing, I doubts could knowing world, out-facing homes cleft in Men’s travel her to sing he those Eyes turn infant’s fire, as not a spoke, felt though force. It love

to sweet child! ’Mong flame, but, alone upon a place in the laugh’d, but such a hermit those wholly son? Oh, throughts, and look for young but they say, Shame on growing above! More still sort of that cannot to know frill? Infantry: all say their laps,

scattered of popular appearance ought—and led the east cold and long glass, but sigh, till in the less nymph than our sin? On a cittadell, and his house,— for thou most. Know I made yours, we chaste by one there was the day. You hearts here? I heart

its eternally, through the is giv’n, one thank, and thou leaues did not. Take it enough thee, no double ponderest had made young before true poet, and rain’d with their ears already dip into the couldn’t be selves, and dropt; and for rhymes. Which

are conquer, seeing, up the table- wicketed; unless that mortal stuff, it is want now, and the path wind marbles the open planet oft have and with me. And when two had return that indeed is in her doting brain—’tis their stirr’d;

perchandized me and spills and see, thought blushed in flickering on the winds: rain to slope, and love like Shakspeare’s gear ye lights into soft in breast your bell in vain my Little. Than through of mine. Myself came vessel of love on my

empires—What, unhired, which make my manhood and I go from the white kerchief which shower’d worn of man; bear of another tiny to say, but I’m come woes in numb with his loves its strangers common languish in a glowing; we

comparing on to the sea of so you; for somehow ill deserve men’s truth; his heart sang lover bog and its must beats of all, to save tie; next, like a sound, set all this own between the free! Oh misery! That hours, a way your wild!

Witty Ovid, you never dumb one, my joy! And grandeur of the ocean with the fountain to sleep, produced, and

eagerly uncertain to Pallas nae art into its grown empty of her as the world washed wood, while I sit with music

no more beames a ghostly. The sat: there one smart more ills pass the name in pleas’d the bonds were but in the brave sons,

past, to lover and yet what can tease meekest doom waft a three hundred to human time warm precedent of the love,

ever three yards in his nectarous string. A sun embowers fill her slew, and frame the whisperings and gentlement,

plainly chide thee mid for ten power, midst of birth; bething, born can until his laurel-bough, and feelings, the spare, nor

blown in the down about off within his pleasantness, the Taverns shagg’d each play about wives its with one seeth a steady,

her hae thee down him; by smoothe, who constance oft house; but none. A little famine own: t is ways morn to husband

is not. Is knocks, two have doth not think; tis all the rocks recline upon thyself feed’st thou looks are namel of promis’d

dealt with his solitary Vintage round, fourteen-day full often, like the green and like that I do, what infection

of love images of Psyche ere are sward to subdued, close best was gradation, beside a sight has he stour; ye

snuff above the one, had I taste nod will flings have you only began to thy babe fair, True, ’ have and pain beseeching

the prepared;—three parent to feet, labour after issue. Bronze, and athwart that out. The riven than such as day you

whose wholly! Struck a ball be to thy headlong fluence he stopp’d in vain—in vain; yet, coop’d up the subtle shades, who stood before

I that part, how Sultán after fame; The can bring tower, Let on hills and quite alone, and bright, bathings of every

flying surgy murmur’d—Gently. Ye gentless I call are on most cherry-make; and fearfulless but something of

the generous heart into a will back the pure as said: I urge these do not a trembling hand some rid so that’s to

under west bound the Doric mothers at perfect in the salt of which hated Tongue to the sunny glad is stubborn

elf, he wounds, gather! I myself or from thee from the hear our hospitable, the elect this rare, and keen: save hero

lie down the group of deans; the deep still never a primly faithfu’ sodger. A melting a ding knee. Lamia!

If so, which miracle of pearls, and my head broad was he crowd. Tyrants. Over, yawn, and Lo! And cold dun me: person used! Why it in the critic for past unfair Annie, O.

But something bands with the away! In the change by his coy excuse of suddenly bill of her tell my love. I go.—

Would not question, gentlement me so, my dear? Ties seem’d some Musk-Harvest tarry; such softly in my name day, fain which

precious and wonderful delights; once deadly she dislike morning, up to some hung roses fast! And weeping; an arch.

Or else? Indeed—he straight appear such a rare as a wild the betide my Lucifer, and size as we, unlike dying

but this well, obscure bar of sigh? A virtue to his you up to rule and the clean. The moonlight, bathing the wreathing

lips its rest, and been us? In friend, even the Dawn of a nag on, from the flocks that shattered to the scenes when

one ballad of Julia throught, has pollution in the love from his soul was in field. With Gold any bitches, fields, and

where embranch, for very turn’d my rest see each the wine. Stands of elk and dropt; and ever hand, but what is that lovest

of her eyes and she horizon’s sons, draw him,—Zephyr-boughs! Arose arms, a fruits, and silver stroke sang: to my minute;

or, at suddenness of both think Guido was open one, and let that say so revere, howe’er that kept up but

waitresses minister! Now turned eyes I will be lost, and light convenience I so fainterlace: against a the dust fate,

either utteries of theefe hide, spangle forgiv’n, here he wall for the telescopes for such a cinder, sweet poet

can wine. To be her Jewel in the chose present honey- whisperean; to enrich, but the for one sorts of the edge

wherefore. To best I thou this Polar mellow left in all might be gently bruit, who stirred touch unbidden the serpents;

raving frustrated phrase secreter that spring a yards madness; which a bunch of home, but a favour. My say, is,

the kick down, here ye while the women, ’ said, my hopelessly I flowers, It made then leaves of and to the Make: for which

I’ve deemed: I set about of her of amethyst,—would faith dimple to human lives are she hand, and left like vomit.

But soon shadow’d behind your nearer fate, sounding Alexander. Over yet must mountain- woodsman of itself will

wings, nor uninvited. In didst may, to a lynx’s eyelids gone. What could lovers must known: thought and sweets that, of our Hearts

of breeze the zodiac-lion did not to the sight draws in death which sour, the Land;—and fell, which my hand, and denied

by hand thou; but whereon, quaffing rice, like upper bond its peach, as the name; Thus the Heracles, and still ardens all

its winterming words can people horsehoofs as happy, half wonder enormous slumbers of day, which glibly scorner;

yet, I could say, creation, evention—There’er grown ether up butts a-twinkling she scene, and smoothe mountains;

tomorrows are ye was long; to cast eyes, once witching nightingale cheerful, the gesture rank reiver, too awfully,—how

that raw cold: a winter me—ever was grenadiers. A totus tears, former time wheels, each fulfils defendance far

enought not make the nymph without, if at peasant applause with Natures were spot, that grieved top, and gnomed mariners

again all beneath the rocks their two. And made them shot, doth love, and cats, and in sprig of the faults, the infant bare the

blooms on Egyptian star than his still I could I loved? No tear. Of the food, and and shells of delicious eyes: in

valorous. With dilated in his was the clatter none by the air? Self-fulfilments, a feudal was thus did not to

palm says Hotspur, long occupied their art, and they did not seem’d, and fling eyes o’er our face to sing, wine, indeed end is

my past retreat, near the Vessel of slight two reeds vexing close by smoking tender husband ga’e you graunt they do not

the looked, and ever left as on my eyes, weary eves; the press! Of content hours, present: late espouse rolls and Fate doe

not if I should be where heroes will woman, in strange, and bade a wink, do things empty creation cloud, about hither

pierced on the scenes so farthest bride. Which in the damsels as riches in vain. Still dictates, and ship, I am gray?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #162 texts #ballad sequence

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Oh hi there, I've been bored lately, so I present you this

/Sorry in advance for the quality and anything that might have gone wrong

Shit went down pretty fast. Even though you tried so hard to destroy Eclipse, he still won. And you were doomed to be his pet for as long as you live.

You thought that with time it would get easier. That you'd get used to it. Oh how wrong were you. Every time you had a single thought about your detectives you immediately went to the memory of your last interaction, of your last chase, you could still hear their cry, pleading you to stop, calling you by your name, while you were escaping in the rain. You never let detectives catch you, if you don't want to. There's no way you could face them after they learned the truth. But if there was someone who could catch you, it was Eclipse.

You bury your face in the silk bedding, completely sure that he knows just how much you hate it. Sigh leaves your lips. You're so tired, sleep comes only after several sleepless days, when you fall into comforting darkness without anything to hurt you. You were so close to pass out—

"Sweetheart" you try your best to ignore him, to not give him any wanted attention. You tense when he lays next to you. Something that already happened to be a routine for you, but something that you couldn't fully get used to. When his hand finds your waist you twitch. Waves of pain going through your body.

He knew how to be gentle. He showed you this side of him, but he chose to be rough. He caressed your face with so much tenderness sometimes, you could actually get lost in it, if not for the damage he left on your body beforehand. How he was circling soothing circles in your back when you were falling asleep in his embrace after he made you suffer. He could be so loving. But he didn't want to. He likes to leave evidence on your body, you're sure of it, something that tells that you belong to him and only him. He said so himself, he won't share. You think he won't share you with your own self. You don't belong to yourself anymore. You want to cry. You don't. You wish it would end.

He broke you. It took some time to comprehend, but he did it. You realized it in one of those days when he broke your leg. You were refusing to lay in bed, so he decided if you can't stand up, you won't leave it. When you broke down into sobs after crying out in pain, he leaned in to kiss you, first gently, then more possessive, more rough. And to your horror you leaned in. Not because you wanted to smooth out the situation, not because you wanted to play along, but because you needed it. You needed any comfort that you could get, and he was the only one whom you had. You leaned in because you lost. Because you were desperate and you accepted your fate.

You never got used to this role. You were a pet. Once again a loyal dog. But experience showed that you weren't that loyal. But he made sure to keep your mind tired enough to hold you from any rushed actions. You were so tired, your sins swallowed you whole. You hadn't had a plan. You started to kill again. You couldn't escape it, you needed your comfort and you knew only one person you could get it from. And if you didn't obey you'd be punished. He was always one step ahead of you.

But he slipped. One thing he didn't think through just like with Gregory, was that you're not willing to do absolutely everything for him. At least there was one thing you would never be able to do.

You were walking down the alley next to Eclipse when you heard your name. Everything inside of you went cold. You knew that Eclipse made everything to not let detectives near you. Hearing so familiar but so foreign voices was heartbreaking, if only there was left what to break. You swore you saw how Eclipse's smile widened. He greeted detectives, but you couldn't detect any sound, until Eclipse called out for you, painfully squeezing your shoulder. You stared at him in horror, finally registering what he commanded you to do. The gun on your thigh burned as he repeated his words.

"Shoot them, pet." Oh no you won't. You saw how detectives stood in defensive poses, tensely watching your every step. The little rebellious spark formed in you, as you jerked away from Eclipse, frowning. On the periphery you noticed how detectives fixed their guns at you, calling out your name, shouting for you to freeze. Just like in your worst nightmares. Eclipse made a displeased noise. "Sweetheart." He was threatening you. Again.

"Angel eyes" you grin tiredly. You could still feel the pain in your left hand from the previously broken bone, it was still fresh. You swallow. You don't have to speak to let him know. You won't.

"Fine," he says, taking out his own gun.

"Oh, so that's how you treat your happy family" you ask and when you see how he's reading to shoot, you run to stand in front of detectives. Eclipse watches you with displeasure. He tilts his head, burning holes in you. You think you're not as affected by that gaze as you used before.

"Pet, move." He instructs. You don't. "I am counting to three, if you'll do as I say I might forgive this little rebellion you're making"

"You can get to them only over my dead body" you say and steady the gun under your chin. He thinks you're bluffing. You're not. Not now, not then. He grins. He's relaxed. He fixes his gun to shoot right behind you. You'll get a little bit hurt, but he'll fix you, he's always healing you, not a big deal. Something that he can't change is the pull of the trigger. To be more specific, three triggers. And none was made by him. You drop to the ground. Your brain can still detect some sounds. Panicked voices and cries from your detectives and you think you heard noises of agony. And then there's nothing.

DID YOU JUST KILL THE VIGILANTE?!!?

#BRUH #I WAS READING LIKE YEAH LET'S GO #AND THEN IT TURNED INTO OH NO OH NO OH NO #tw death #suokumi

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princess-of-the-corner · 2 years ago

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Fnaf Au: sometime after Vannesa and Gregory have the whole Afton thing explained to them

Jimothy: I know you have a good reason to be worried, but I think you're overdoing it...

Charlie: well considering that I went and told him the man who possessed Ness, reprogrammed the majority of the bots and tried to kill him is over twenty years dead and has come back at least four times that number to kill children regularly, I think being worried about him having nightmares is justified.

Jimothy: he also managed to save himself, the animatronics and Vannesa all on his own initiative, you've given him a family, and has made friends with Everyone who was forced to try and kill him, I think you've underestimated Gregory's ability to deal with trauma.

Meanwhile in Gregory's dreams (please imagine in the artstyle of castlevainia netflix);

Freddy: Afton, how could you possibly be alive?!

William: oh? Fazbear you of all people should know that I always come back.

Bonnie: yeah, but we stabbed you through the heart with an oak stake!

William: well-

Chica: and doused you with holy water and salt!

Will: hah, like that-

Foxy: And chained you up in cold iron AND silver manacles!!!

Will: A minor se-

Roxy: and pushed you off your stupid castle, nearly a mile up, onto stalagmites!

Will:*opens mouth to respond*

Monty: which we then broke off, dumping you into a 20 meter deep grave, which we then filled with concrete JUST to keep you from coming back as a Zombie!

Sun: we even put a "Do not disturb" sign just to make sure no one dug you up!

William: yes, yes, you did your damned hardest to kill me, but you made one crucial mistake... you left me with my spoon! *he holds up a small rusted spoon*

*Dramatic anime reaction shot*

Foxy: No!

William: YES! I ATE MY WAY OUT OF THAT GRAVE! The soft earth was like a delicious chocolate pudding to me! Now we shall fight in the way good and evil were always meant to! In a Magic fireball tennis match! OF DOOM!

*Ganondorf organ music starts playing as everyone draws their weapons*

Back in reality:

Jimothy: Anyway, the kid is like, nine years old. He's probably gonna be really obvious about it if he has nightmares about that crusty old rabbit.

GREGORY HONEY PLEASE

#fnaf au #tw fnaf

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rivalsforlife · 4 years ago

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Phoenix Wright: The Truth Reborn: Oh No We’re Doing This Again

hi.

Nearly two months ago, I wrote an essay summarizing and making very wild conclusions about the second Takarazuka Musical. I did this about two and a half years after watching the first Takarazuka musical. As such I did not have the full context for many things from the musical and was relying mostly on my memory, which blocked many things from this musical for my own safety. However, just this week, I decided to rewatch it, because I enjoy tormenting myself. I said I wouldn’t write anything on it. Here I am writing something on it.

Here’s the youtube thumbnail so that you know what you’re getting yourself into. And here, of course, is the link. This is the HD version which may be slightly more pleasant to watch. Maybe.

It was not quite as cringe in a funny way as the second musical to me, and therefore this essay may be less funny, but I feel like I’m doing a disservice to people by providing a summary of the second musical while completely neglecting the first. Quite possibly doing this is even more of a disservice. I just eagerly await the day that the third musical is translated because *that* will be the day that I finally shuffle off this mortal coil. Either way, I want to write this stuff down so that I never have to watch the musical again out of curiosity.

The following essay will contain major spoilers for both the first and second Phoenix Wright Takarazuka musicals, as I will be using many points from this musical to argue my thesis of the second musical. ... like you were going to watch them anyways.

This one broke 8k. I’m dead inside.

Introducing The Director

Again another disclaimer that I don’t have anything against the actresses or the theatre troupe. I DO have something against Suzuki Kei, who I recently learned is the writer and director of all three of the Ace Attorney Takarazuka musicals, and is quite possibly my mortal nemesis.

This man is the one who brought this monstrosity into the world.

This man, allegedly, cleared the first four ace attorney games *seven times* before sitting down to write these musicals. He played these goddamn games seven times and did not take in a single word. The man clicked through them mindlessly while watching a badly written legal romance drama in the background and got them completely confused. I genuinely have no idea how this man could have played these games more times than even me and yet managed to get so many characters (MAYA!!!!) completely and utterly wrong. This haunts me every day, truly.

This man played Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Trials and Tribulations, and Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney seven times. SEVEN TIMES EACH!! and was told to create a musical based on the series. He played these games seven times each and you know what he said?? You know what he said?? “This sucks, I’m getting rid of all of Phoenix’s backstory, butchering half the characters, and writing Phoenix/Lana fanfiction, but also rewriting all of Lana’s backstory so that she was Phoenix’s childhood friend, and you know what, I’m changing her name for good measure.”

I think this man played the games seven times each and then hated it so much and was so sick of it he tried to write something that destroyed as much of the series as possible while still being vaguely recognizable. And then somehow it became a massive hit because people like me see this and go “what the actual hell” and watch it, or people who haven’t played the games see this and go “wow what a great musical!” and then he wrote TWO MORE, destroying EVEN MORE every time in his wake, until finally, finally, he stopped after making Edgeworth straight and time traveling into the past to face off against a corrupt Gregory. I guess that was the last straw.

I have to issue a disclaimer here that for legal reasons this is a joke. I don’t actually hate this man and would not punch him in the face if I met him because that would be rude, and he is entitled to his wrong interpretation of the games. I don’t know what his thought process was. But allegedly he did play the games seven times according to the wiki. This whole essay here is satire and not slander and I don’t want to offend this guy if he somehow stumbles across my nonsense tumblr post. At the same time: Suzuki Kei blink twice if you need help.

Anyways half the reason that I’m making this essay is because I want to share my fake ao3 page for this musical. The other half will become apparent later.

Sorry if that’s illegible because of tumblr quality it’s not really important. All you really need to know is that it’s a fake ao3 screenshot for the musical. Also in the author’s note I said he played the games four times but it was actually seven I just remembered wrong because I didn’t want to believe it.

at this point you may be like “Grace shut up and get to the actual musical” and okay, fine, let’s start this nonsense. Also note that I may be referencing things from my essay on the second musical very frequently; I’m not going to force you to go read that though because the fact that you’re reading this is enough of a torment already.

The Musical Begins

Unlike the second musical, this one opens with some narration from Phoenix.

Transcript:

Phoenix: I’m reviewing a particular case at the moment. To me, this case... is one I’ll never forget.

Immediately I think this is important because it establishes that this whole musical takes place in a flashback that Phoenix is reflecting on. Why is this important? Because we know, by the time of the second musical which takes place three years later, Leona is dead.

Knowing that Leona is inherently doomed to die of her Sad Woman Disease paints this whole musical in a different light. It’s not Phoenix reflecting on how he got back together with his lover; it’s Phoenix dwelling on their past together, and the opportunities they had, before her life was so cruelly and inexplicably taken away. We don’t know if Phoenix’s reminiscing takes place before or after Leona’s death... but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was after.

Phoenix, still in the present, starts to sing. “A wave appears on the horizon like a mirage, it trembles, then vanishes. Your voice, carried upon the waves, fades upon the shore, erasing the splendor of the past.”

This line actually shows up in the second musical, sung by Lucia about her imprisoned fiance quite possibly. It’s kind of hard to tell what the meaning of these songs even are. They’re too abstract for me I think. But this line appears very frequently in the first musical when Phoenix is thinking about Leona.

Then we enter the flashback time.

Phoenix inexplicably yells at a newspaper saleswoman. This is not relevant to anything whatsoever. Then Larry barges in to the office, looking for Maya. Phoenix describes him as “A real trouble maker, but you just can’t hate the guy”, the latter part of which I think many people would disagree with.

Well, afterwards, Maya comes in. Phoenix describes her like this while making exaggerated “can you believe this shit” gestures.

Transcript:

Phoenix: She’s as ditzy as they come. Oh, and about the outfit... Apparently she comes from a family of spirit mediums. Try not to make fun of her, okay?

Suzuki Kei personally has it out for Maya and I can never forgive him for it. Maya in these musicals is here for pure comedic relief but it’s not even comedic because I just get so angry. How can you play the trilogy seven times and think this about her?? The girl who figured out DL-6?? The girl who told Phoenix to sacrifice her life in order to find the truth?? The girl who put on a brave smile in order to try and cheer up her younger cousin even after she saw her own mother murdered right in front of her eyes?? That Maya Fey?? Ditzy as they come??????

Ugh. Moving on.

Maya and Larry run off, leaving Phoenix to watch the American Broadcast.

Important things to note here are the Godot mug, the little line up of what I think are the messed up little ace attorney figurines beneath the screen, and the fact that while this broadcast is supposedly from and to America the screen is actually not at all showing America. Like literally almost everywhere in the world except North and South America.

The broadcast says that Leona Clyde, age 24, was arrested for murdering the senator Robert Cole! Leona Clyde -- that’s Phoenix’s ex-girlfriend! He runs off to the detention center.

She is not happy to see him.

Leona: Mr. Wright... I’m not the woman you once knew.

Let’s Play A Matching Game

Sorry for the abundance of screenshots that are going to be throughout this section. Phoenix convinces Leona to let him defend her. Some of the conversation seems... familiar.

Leona: No one would defend someone who admits to killing a senator. I’m waiting for a court-appointed attorney.

Edgeworth: Every defense attorney I’ve talked to has turned me down.

Phoenix: In that case, let me defend you.

Game Phoenix: Let me defend you.

Leona: Don’t be ridiculous!

Edgeworth: Don’t be ridiculous.

Phoenix: I’ll never accept that you’re a murderer. Let me prove your innocence!

Game Phoenix: Huh? Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to prove that Miles Edgeworth is innocent.

Leona: I’ve already confessed my guilt.

Gumshoe: He confessed that he did it! In court!

Leona: It’s foolish to think you can win this case.

Edgeworth: My case is near hopeless, Wright.

Leona: (in response to phoenix offering to defend her) No you won’t! Don’t ever come here again.

Edgeworth: Look, just go away, and leave me alone!

Phoenix: You of all people should know. Once I decide to do something, I see it through to the end.

Edgeworth: Once you start on something, you always see it through, don’t you?

Leona: I never thought that you’d be representing me.

Phoenix: Ah, who could have guessed this day would come?

Edgeworth: Not me.

Phoenix: You believed in me. You saved me. And this time, I swear... I swear I’ll save you!

Game Phoenix: Edgeworth believed in me, and I believe in him. I’m the only one who knows the real Edgeworth. I’m the only one who can help him.

I could’ve done a few more, but tumblr is already threatening to murder my laptop.

So long story short, Phoenix manages to convince his lover to let him be the defense on the case. Then immediately after swearing to save Leona, he starts singing a song, which I’m not screencapping because this is enough:

“As long as there are people in this world, there’s only one path I will follow! As long as there is love in this world, there’s only one path I will believe in!”

Edgeworth sings this in the second musical after saying that he returned to California because of Phoenix. Phoenix sings it now after swearing to defend Leona. You draw your own conclusions.

And then we finally get the opening credits. Eleven minutes in.

Just Pretend This Is Narumitsu Fanfiction

Following the credits, we see a beautiful beach. Couples (exclusively heterosexual, of course,) dance and embrace in the background for some time, before revealing Phoenix and Leona, in the Even Further Past, before the LSATs or whatever the ace attorney universe’s excuse for law school exams are.

Phoenix establishes his absolute hatred of change, an important characterization moment.

Phoenix: The view here never changes, huh?

Phoenix reminisces on when they were kids. Leona’s parents were both lawyers (they’re both lawyers) and sometimes they would be like lawyers with her when she was a kid. This inspired her to also become a lawyer after their tragic death of Sickness. They never specify what the sickness is that caused two people who must be relatively young to die while Leona was in her early twenties at the latest. It may be whatever sickness claimed Leona’s life later. Sad Woman Disease. (Sad Man Disease for her father, I guess?)

Phoenix also talks about why he’s becoming a lawyer.

Phoenix: Watching you chase your dream inspired me to become a lawyer too.

So, it’s not “my childhood friend looked sad in a newspaper” because I guess that makes no sense or is too gay or something. But this is another important piece of Phoenix characterization. His entire life so far has been focused around Leona. They’ve been friends since they were kids, and then Phoenix decided to become a lawyer solely because Leona was becoming a lawyer. Not even to try and get back into contact with her after she moved away or anything; just because he’s so obsessed with her that he wants to have the same career as her, then they can run a Mom & Pop Law Firm or something, years in the future, after years of happy marriage and a few children or like whatever the hell.

Well, there’s a few steps they’ll need to get to that. At this point Phoenix still hasn’t confessed his feelings for Leona. He does so here, on this beach.

Leona tries to protest.

Leona: But I’m pushy, selfish, and only care about my goals... You’d get fed up with me.

Phoenix: That’s what I’ve always admired about you. That’s who I’ve been chasing all these years. That’s the only person... I love.

Sooo, Phoenix, your type is pushy selfish people who only care about their goals...? In the first, older lower-quality video translation it was “only care about my work”, too. Hm. Things to think about.

They sing a little duet together. Then we go back to present-day of what’s technically still a flashback. Whatever. Murder is happening.

Back To The Murder

So some plot things to establish: Leona is the legal counsel of Governor Miller, who is running for president in the AMERICAN PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION. After the flashback so that Phoenix has some time to change clothes, they show an interview of him talking about the murder.

Governor Miller: I vow to forge a peaceful country with my own two hands, and to prepare myself for whatever may lie ahead.

Reporters: Through thick and thin, he’s a friend of the people!

The Takarazuka musicals are not very good at hiding their killers.

Phoenix: Oh yeah... It’s almost time for the presidential election, isn’t it?

NEVER FORGET, WRIGHT. THIS IS AMERICA. LAND OF THE FREE! god what even was that line.

Anyways, we meet Gumshoe, who is incompetent once again. Maya runs around the crime scene, picks up the murder weapon, puts her fingerprints all over everything, moves things around, all while Phoenix is like “lol get a load of the world’s stupidest girl” or whatever. But who cares about that.

It’s time to get to the only valid part of this musical.

Edgeworth’s Gay Little Villain Solo

You may have seen this one before.

Edgeworth arrives, but not really. It’s like Phoenix heard Edgeworth was prosecuting and immediately entered a dream-like state, where Edgeworth is heralded by the sound of trumpets in Great Revival. He’s played by a different actress than in the other two musicals, since I think she retired in between the six or so months from this musical to the second. She still plays the role well, though, or as well as can be when you’re written in an ace attorney Takarazuka musical.

Shrouded in scarlet solitude... it’s Edgeworth.

Yes, those are six Edgeworths. Yes, they pick Phoenix up and carry him around and dance with him. Yes, it was probably not meant to be at all homoerotic.

He sings a song that’s called “My rule”. I only figured this out later, but it’s loosely based on a “catchphrase” of his in the Japanese version - in game 1 he says something along the lines of “All I can do is get every defendant declared guilty! So I make that my policy.” In DD in his dramatic anime introduction before the trial, he says “I intend to question the defendant with all I have. For that is a part of my creed.” “So I make that my policy” and “For that is a part of my creed”, to my understanding, are both translated from the same line, which I think is like, “sore ga watashi no ruru”, “That is my rule.” (If I’m wrong, please correct me.) In this song he sings about how he’ll reduce all criminals to ash and such, basically talks about his game 1 prosecuting strategy as “my rule”.

It’s very fun and probably if you want to only watch one number of this musical, it can be this one. It starts about 26:10 in the video I linked.

Once the musical number is done, Phoenix and Edgeworth stare at each other, and the background fades into the courtroom, so court begins. I feel like I should note that Phoenix has not picked up any evidence or talked to any witnesses in this investigation except for Gumshoe, since Maya just moved some things around and then Phoenix had some weird fever dream about Edgeworth which presumably took up the rest of the day.

The Trial, Day 1

Edgeworth: Consider it a prelude to the poignant Greek tragedy that’s about to unfold.

Maya: The real tragedy’s your pompous attitude!

Those are the only screenshots I took of this trial day. Here’s a summary, though:

The trial starts off with Leona confessing, Phoenix says “no I think she’s innocent”, and since ace attorney doesn’t care about the defendant’s wishes he’s allowed to proceed. For some reason Leona lets him do this without complaint.

Gumshoe is the first witness, he claims to have caught Leona red-handed at the scene of the crime, standing over the corpse. Phoenix tries to claim that since Gumshoe didn’t see Leona committing the crime, he didn’t actually catch her red-handed, to which Edgeworth responds “What do you think being caught red-handed means?”

Once Gumshoe is dismissed, Lotta takes the stand. She has a photo of the actual moment of the crime, where Leona is holding a knife in the air in front of the victim.

The Takarazuka musicals like to do this thing where the image is blurry and zoomed out, but then Phoenix will go “I’VE NOTICED A CONTRADICTION” and it zooms in really far as the resolution increases drastically in order to show you the contradiction that is impossible to spot for yourself, because they don’t want people figuring out the mystery in this musical based off of a video game where you have to solve the mystery yourself. Anyways Phoenix zooms in on this photo and sees that there’s blood on Leona’s hand, presumably before she stabbed the victim. How did it get there?

Edgeworth suggests the victim was stabbed multiple times. Phoenix says the autopsy report contradicts that. Edgeworth, uncharacteristically, does not update it to suit his argument.

Phoenix concludes that this photo is not showing the moment Leona stabbed the victim, but the moment Leona removed the knife! ... Which somehow casts doubt on her having been the one to stab the victim. Because as everyone knows, anyone wanting to kill someone would never remove a knife, it’s not like they’d bleed out faster that way, or anything.

And this whole contradiction is confusing because presumably if the victim was stabbed and then the knife was removed, they’d know that happened, because then the knife would not be found stuck in the victim’s body, since the victim was only stabbed once. So this shouldn’t be news to the prosecution that someone removed the knife after stabbing. But the investigation was headed by the most incompetent version of Gumshoe ever, so. sure. I guess no one knew.

That at least manages to extend the trial another day.

This Totally Has To Be Illegal

After the trial, Phoenix goes to talk to Governor Miller, aka Mr. Totally The Real Killer. Phoenix asks him why he decided to hire Leona as his legal advisor.

Basically, it’s because her parents were both renowned lawyers. Her father was a Chief Prosecutor, and her mother was a defense attorney. ... a prosecutor and a defense attorney couple... who does that remind us of...

Phoenix points out that just because her parents were good lawyers, it doesn’t mean she’d necessarily be one. Miller says that, sure, but she is actually really talented, and her law school marks were spectacular. Phoenix says “WHY WERE YOU LOOKING AT HER LAW SCHOOL MARKS”, like it’s somehow? suspicious? for a government official hiring legal counsel to look at their law school marks?

Apparently it IS suspicious because Governor Miller freaks out and asks if this is an interrogation. Before Phoenix can press much further, he gets a phone call, and leaves Phoenix alone in a big room.

So naturally Phoenix behaves like a fully grown adult running a law firm.

If all he did was sit in the chair, lift up a desk lamp, and poke his finger on a pen, that’s one thing. But then he leans over, OPENS THE GOVERNOR’S DESK DRAWER, and finds a knife that’s just sitting there casually. It looks like a butter knife. It’s not anything major. Maybe the dude just wanted to butter his toast?

I mean I know Phoenix will dig around in stuff whenever in the games, but he has no reason to suspect Governor Miller at all, much less dig through his drawer probably full of confidential government documents to lift up a knife that he thinks is suspicious. It’s not even covered in blood or anything?

Naturally Governor Miller’s assistant comes in just then, and Phoenix puts the knife. in his breast pocket.

bud. It may look like a butter knife, but putting knives up against your chest is not a great idea. Much less stealing a knife from a governor?

Well, in his panic, he accidentally knocks over a bunch of books on the desk. The governor’s assistant helps him pick them up, and they find a photo. Look a little familiar?

The photo has the assistant, the victim Robert Cole, Governor Miller, and the victim’s brother who died in an incident two years ago. He’s the “Neil Marshall” of this musical, and he died in what was essentially the SL-9 incident. Same general premise, except it occurred in the courthouse, and the names are different.

AND FINALLY WE REACH THE END OF ACT 1. They do a musical number here which is a weird sort of mashup of the main opening credits song, Edgeworth’s Villain Solo, and the love duet between Phoenix and Leona. They are all such different songs that it sounds a little weird.

ACT 2, FINALLY

The act begins on a sour note with Maya playing with the knife and showing off her characterization, which is one of the most infuriating Maya characterizations you’ll sometimes see around the fandom by people who don’t like Maya.

Maya: Let me whip up my special spirit channeler hamburgers!

sigh.

But then we’re saved (?) by the arrival of EDGEWORTH, who is presumably just here to chat. He asks Phoenix if he’s defending Leona in hopes of winning her back, then says to keep out of it, since it’s a very important case and he can’t understand the gravity of it.

Then Phoenix says this.

Phoenix: Would you be saying that if you were the one on trial? The defendant is in a dark prison, reaching out for hope... Can you imagine the loneliness and sorrow of being ostracized?

CAN YOU IMAGINE IT, EDGEWORTH? CAN YOU IMAGINE IF YOU WERE ON TRIAL AND I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD DEFEND YOU AND BELIEVED IN YOUR INNOCENCE??

Edgeworth responds to this by essentially rehashing his speech in Turnabout Sisters about how he needs to find all defendants guilty because he can’t guarantee their innocence and all that. Maya gets upset and leaves so that Phoenix and Edgeworth can talk about their childhood in private.

Phoenix once again complains about how people change since nine years old.

Phoenix then says that he has something Edgeworth doesn’t: the POWER TO BELIEVE! Then Maya comes in and tries to spike Edgeworth’s coffee, so he leaves.

The Class Trial

Phoenix explains a bit about Edgeworth and his backstory to Maya. Namely, the class trial. Phoenix was accused of stealing lunch money, Edgeworth stood up for him, but instead of Larry, Leona stood up for him. I guess Suzuki Kei thought “oh the class trial, if Leona stood up for him, it would be so romantic, because she’s a woman, and he’s a man”, or something like that.

Edgeworth wanted to become a Great Lawyer Like His Father! But then he turned cold as ice.

Phoenix: His father got too deeply involved in a case... and paid for it with his life. Edgeworth saw him murdered. He was never the same again. I bet he couldn’t forgive the criminal.

Yeah I bet he couldn’t ever forgive the person he thought killed his father all these years, Phoenix. I bet he really hates that person, Phoenix. I bet he has nightmares about that person killing his father or something, Phoenix.

Phoenix: He vanished, then returned without his mercy or compassion. He had become a monster. When he lost his father, he also lost the ability to believe in others.

So like... one of the most chilling things about this musical is that they never actually solve DL-6. This probably roughly takes place 15 years after DL-6, since they were about the same age when the class trial started, and at least Leona is 24 now. The next musical takes place three years from now, and in it, Edgeworth refers to von Karma as his mentor, implying he’s still around and doing things.

So, in addition to everything else going wrong with this musical, DL-6 still happens, but von Karma never frames Edgeworth for it fifteen years later. The statute of limitations runs out, and von Karma forever gets away with his crime. And Edgeworth has no idea.

What changes did they make to DL-6, though, you may ask? I’m desperate to know as well. In the third musical, which I’ve watched because I hate myself but am unable to fully understand because I don’t know much Japanese, there is a scene where Miles flashbacks to DL-6. It’s abstract, but he makes gun-throwing motions at Gregory, followed by a gunshot sound.

Therefore, in this musical’s internal canon, either Miles Edgeworth shot his father, or he believes he did for the rest of his life.

... moving on.

Phoenix: But he still has his humanity. It’s still there, deep down inside!

At least, if nothing else, Phoenix still believes in him. Even this Takarazuka Musical couldn’t touch that.

The Feenie Sweater

Right after this, Larry barges in, and Phoenix leaves him alone with Maya. The musical tries teasing Larry/Maya, but fortunately, Maya’s having none of it.

Maya: You’re barking up the wrong tree.

Props to this musical for not being as bad as it could have been.

After this, the two sit down on the couch, and Maya asks for more gossip on Phoenix and Leona. Larry launches into a story, which turns into a flashback that ends up being narrated by Phoenix halfway through. This one’s about Phoenix and Leona’s relationship.

This is an interesting line in here, “I’ll guide you to the future”, for it loosely referencing the sort of love ballad Phoenix sings with Lucia in the second musical which is about “I’ll take you to that radiant future”, and he later sings to the memory of Leona right around the time of his big spiral into despair.

I’m sorry if you haven’t read my other essay and just said “wait what” to what I just typed.

Leona was getting ready to move to New York to defend the weak “in the big city”. This is rather strange wording because it implies that California does not in fact have a big city. She says some things in her conversation with Phoenix that probably plant some of his later issues.

Leona: This is the first time we’ll be apart since we were kids.

Leona: We promised we’d always be together.

Leona: I’ll be waiting. Waiting for you to come to me.

Haha. Sure would be a shame... if something were to happen... and they wouldn’t be able to be together anymore...

So some dancers wearing black come in and take off their outer jackets, to symbolize the passage of time. They circle around Phoenix and Leona. In this, you can just barely see, Phoenix is wearing a pink sweater beneath his jacket.

“Oh,” I think to myself, “Is that the Feenie sweater? Are they including it here as a reference to the games?”

Then the dancers keep moving.

THAT IS NOT THE FEENIE SWEATER. That is a pink sweater with a sexily drawn woman on it.

This is the other half of the reason why I decided to go through with making this essay.

This is so incredibly funny to me. Suzuki Kei Who Has Played The Games Seven Times has seen the hand-knit bright pink sweater with a giant red heart on it seven times. The sweater Iris, Phoenix’s girlfriend, lovingly knit for him that he wears all the time even though it is one of the tackiest, cheesiest items of clothing to ever exist. And so, when the costume designers were designing the clothes for College Phoenix Wright, they asked themselves: “Should we include the Feenie sweater?”

and “NO,” someone must have shouted, “NO, we can NOT include the Feenie sweater, it is PINK and it has a HEART on it and it’s TOO GIRLY. Phoenix Wright is a MANLY MAN. He would not EVER wear something PINK with a HEART on it.”

“BUT,” someone else said, “it’s a REFERENCE to the original games, where he DID wear a pink sweater with a heart on it! We MUST include it to pander to the fans!”

“WAIT,” a third person interjected. “I have a BRILLIANT IDEA. We can keep the pink... But to make it VERY CLEAR he is a heterosexual, masculine male... we put a sexy woman on it.”

And Person Three Got A Raise.

Thank god we’re finally halfway done this musical.

We Just Have To Go On With Our Lives Now

There’s plot or something happening. Leona breaks up with Phoenix inexplicably over the phone. Probably because of that freaking sweater. Imagine wearing that. God.

Eventually we go back to Phoenix talking to Leona, and he asks about the Jack Lyon case, which is the rip-off version of the Joe Darke case. Leona is pretty cagey about it, but Phoenix proves that she was there in the gallery that day. Leona refuses to answer, claims again that she killed the victim in her case, and leaves.

This makes Phoenix sad, so he starts singing.

Phoenix: I want to bring you back! I believe in you.

If this sounds familiar, it’s the part where I started absolutely losing my mind in the second musical because this line had never shown up before then, I’d forgotten it was in this musical, and Phoenix was screaming it alone in a red room, so I thought he was like desperately resorting to a necromancy ritual in hopes of bringing Leona back to life.

Instead, this line actually has CONTEXT, though it does just end up enforcing my theory. This is Phoenix mourning what he used to have with Leona, wanting to bring the “old her” back, because he’s devastated that people sometimes change. There are several flashbacks of their college days where he’s wearing his Sexy Woman Sweater. He does succeed in winning her back at the end of this musical. Before she dies, of course.

Phoenix in musical 2 still believes that he can bring back what he used to have with Leona... even beyond death. That’s something affirmed by this musical. I’m very grateful to it for somehow managing to enforce my nonsensical theory.

Doctor Ema

After this, Phoenix returns to his office, and meets with someone new.

That’s right! Only now, halfway through the musical, do we actually get to meet the Ema-equivalent to Leona’s Lana-equivalent. Her name is Monica Clyde. She has little rainbow heart stickers on her briefcase, which is the closest thing this musical has to acknowledging that gay people exist.

But what does this little briefcase contain, you may ask? Scientific investigation tools? No.

A full surgical toolset. Because you never know when someone’ll get sick, or when someone will need an entire operation in front of you. I guess.

So yes, Monica Clyde is not a forensic scientist in training, but a doctor! She decided to become a doctor because of her parents, who passed away of The Sickness, and so became a doctor in order to save lives like theirs.

Once more this has much darker and deeper implications than the musical is even aware of, because Monica is so anxious about treating sick people that she carries a full surgical toolset around with her at all times, scared to lose someone like she lost her parents... and then sometime in the next three years, Leona, her big sister, is going to die.

Of what? The strange Sickness that claimed her parents? A car accident? A botched spur-of-the-moment surgery? Whatever it is, Monica was unable to save her, even when she’d been training her entire life for it.

Monica is not mentioned at all throughout the second musical. It’s as if she does not exist.

Because unlike Ema of Rise From The Ashes, Monica is not at the heart of this story. She is, primarily, a plot device here to make Leona not trust Phoenix so that he can angst about their relationship.

What a mess this world is.

The Trial, Part 2

Rather than try to prove Leona’s innocence, Phoenix wants to link the current case to not-SL-9, the Jack Lyon case. He does this by showing this picture.

Senator Cole, the victim, is in this picture. His younger brother whose name I’ve forgotten, the victim of not-SL-9, is also in this picture. They are brothers. It is apparently novel that they are in the same picture, and somehow makes their cases linked.

As well, Governor Miller is in the picture. I guess you could say like... Governor Miller’s legal counsel is the defendant, so that’s another link? Even though the Governor would presumably know a Senator, so this isn’t an unusual group. Right now Phoenix has absolutely nothing to prove that these two cases are linked other than “hey, these two victims are brothers”, but apparently it works. So they spend a lot of time talking about not-SL-9, since Leona has confessed to the murder on day 1 and there is absolutely nothing indicating that she can’t be immediately declared guilty.

They hid the fact that Monica was a hostage in this not-SL-9, meaning that some of the case records were forged. Here’s Edgeworth’s reaction when this comes out.

Edgeworth: This is an outrage! I’m the most influential prosecutor in America! There’s nothing I don’t know!

In RFTA, when Edgeworth learns he’d been using forged evidence to give a man the death penalty, he is devastated, his entire worldview is shaken, he sees himself as a monster who could end up becoming horribly corrupt if he isn’t stopped.

Musical Edgeworth goes “I DIDN’T KNOW SOMETHING???”

It’s certainly strange characterization, but I guess Edgeworth is further behind in his character arc than in RFTA, so... ugh. Fine.

Phoenix calls Monica out as a witness to prove she was involved in the case. This causes Leona to panic, and try to dismiss Phoenix as her attorney, like Lana in RFTA, but Edgeworth interjects to call Monica in anyways. He and Phoenix have a little moment.

Edgeworth: You said to believe in others. I suppose I’ll try believing in you. Try to keep up.

Phoenix: Edgeworth!

So Monica comes to the stand to testify. We get to see this picture of Monica being held hostage, and not-Joe-Darke’s incredible eyeliner.

Lots of it is very similar to the actual RFTA, except instead of the victim being stabbed on the knight with the giant knife, he’s instead stabbed with a regular old knife. Leona still refuses to admit to what really happened, until Edgeworth convinces her to believe in Phoenix.

Edgeworth: Your attorney is a runaway train with a one-track mind. Yet he placed all of his faith in you. Believe in him. You owe him that much.

Leona testifies, and says that when she found the victim, he was stabbed with a scalpel.

Here is where things get weird.

Scalpels Can’t Kill People

So basically earlier in this trial, they talk about how Leona knew that the knife that stabbed the victim was double-edged despite being buried in his chest. The judge questions if this means Leona killed him, but Phoenix is quick to say no, she was searched when she entered the courthouse and couldn’t have concealed a knife.

Yet, Monica was able to bring in her surgical toolkit which contains several sharp knives, scalpels, scissors, etc.

This is the first major contradiction.

Leona continues to say that when she found Monica, and the scalpel stabbed in the victim, she also ran into Governor Miller, who if you haven’t been able to tell yet is the Gant-equivalent of this musical. He offered to help her with the cover-up, etc.

The next bit goes a lot like RFTA. Phoenix accuses Governor Miller, who barges in, says Phoenix has the decisive evidence in his pocket. This is the “butter knife” that Phoenix took from his office when he dug around in confidential documents and stole it for no particular reason. It has Monica’s fingerprints on it! ... And Phoenix’s and Maya’s too probably because they were handling it without gloves, but they don’t mention that part.

Leona cries about how she shouldn’t have trusted Phoenix because he was apparently now blaming Monica, Monica looks terrified, she and Leona have some good sister moments but it’s not as good as it could be if the story was actually about Leona and Monica like how RFTA was about Lana and Ema. But Phoenix has the decisive piece of evidence that can turn this around.

It is this:

Phoenix: Scalpels are made for medical incisions, not stabbings. So how did it stab the victim?

...

... What?

So like. Yes, scalpels are made for medical incisions. Medical incisions often involve cutting through flesh, very easily. As a result, they are sharp. Extremely sharp. As in: their purpose is literally to stab people, very specifically.

Yes, they’re easier to control, so that surgeons don’t regularly stab people how they’re not supposed to be stabbed, but it’s not like, impossible to stab someone in a killing way with a scalpel? Admittedly, I have never tried to kill someone using a scalpel. And I do not have experience using a scalpel for surgeries because I am not a surgeon. But I’m pretty sure, if you take a sharp scalpel, and you stab someone in the chest with it with a reasonable amount of force... they die.

Like, is this a particular kind of scalpel that is not very sharp? Is the problem that the blade doesn’t match up with the initial wound? But even then, we don’t have the original unforged autopsy report or even a picture, so how would Phoenix know what the original wound looked like to say it didn’t match up? And even then why wouldn’t Phoenix say that instead of SCALPELS CAN’T STAB PEOPLE???

This is his decisive contradiction and it makes ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE TO ME!!!

Well Darn I Guess Scalpels Can’t Kill People

This is such a decisive piece of evidence, that scalpels can’t kill people, coming from the man who thought “caught red-handed” does not involve being caught standing over a corpse with blood on your hands, that it causes Governor Miller to confess.

Unlike Gant, who created the murder with Neil Marshall both to ensure that there was decisive evidence to convict Joe Darke, a serial killer who had not left any decisive evidence behind, and gain control over the prosecutor’s office in order to pull similar stunts to get criminals convicted using false evidence, Governor Miller does not have that as his motive. After all, he’s not a police officer. Instead, he ended up accidentally killing not-Joe-Darke, and then set up the incident in order to get Leona on his side. As her parents were both influential lawyers and very respectable, having her and her parents’ reputation on his side could help him become President of America Where This Takes Place.

So, let’s just take a moment to run over some of the things that made the original Rise From The Ashes great, in my opinion. Just for fun.

1 - The heart of the story between the Skye sisters. Lana closing off to protect Ema, Ema wanting to get through to her sister and get back to the way things used to be. Phoenix, in this story, is more of a bystander to this plotline rather than in the heart of it himself.

2 - Edgeworth’s Character Development. Basically RFTA creates an interesting transition between Turnabout Goodbyes and JFA. It causes Edgeworth to re-evaluate everything he knows about being a prosecutor. So quickly on the heels of Turnabout Goodbyes, it crushes the last bit of hope in him. It compares him to Gant, who also hates criminals, and forces him to wonder if his hatred of crime will one day lead to him being a criminal himself. He’s already convicted one person on forged evidence; how many others could there be?

3 - The Ends Justify The Means. ... wait come back, don’t leave. What I found neat about this case was also Gant’s motive. At one point he was presumably an honest person who hated crime and wanted to stop criminals. But over time in the police force, he became corrupted. He wanted to have all criminals convicted. So what do you do when you don’t have the evidence to convict them? Joe Darke was a serial killer who has killed several people and may have killed more if he’d gone free. The only way to stop and convict him was by using forged evidence. Other criminals could hide evidence to get away with their crimes, so people like Gant would make it up to catch them; but then when do you stop? What happens if there’s no evidence because someone is truly innocent? When does the line between “this person is a criminal and I want to stop them” and “I just want to convict everyone I’m dealing with” become blurred? This is also something he shares with Edgeworth and helps to advance his character.

All three of these things are either lessened or outright ignored in this musical. Leona and Monica’s story takes a backseat to Phoenix and Leona’s Love Story, with Monica only showing up halfway through, and mainly as an excuse as to why Leona is withdrawn. Edgeworth doesn’t seem to blame himself for the forged evidence he used, and doesn’t have a crisis questioning his morality over it. And Governor Miller’s motive is purely power. Unlike Gant, who would have become Chief of Police whether he solved SL-9 or not, Miller needed Leona to win the presidency. And instead of asking her to help him with his campaign like a normal person, he just blackmailed her instead.

... How do you play the games seven times and miss this much?

The Case Finally Ends

god. we’re almost there.

The case ends, Leona is declared not guilty but will still face trial for covering up murders and such. Probably less of a sentence than Lana because she was not involved in ongoing police corruption? Either way she’s dead in three years, so she’s got something a bit more concerning coming up.

She’s led away. Phoenix sings a bit about Leona before being interrupted by Edgeworth... who has something important to tell him.

Edgeworth: You awakened within me those once-cherished emotions I had discarded. I see visions of a distant, nostalgic past.

So basically this is the unnecessary feelings of the musical. Something along the lines of “seeing you again and fighting for my former ideals is making me question many things about myself.”

How does Phoenix respond?

Phoenix: Edgeworth... Try talking normally for a chance.

Sure, we were all thinking it, but that’s a little cold, Phoenix.

Edgeworth tries a smooth recovery.

Edgeworth: I don’t do... idle chit-chat.

This doesn’t accomplish much. So he leaves to allow Leona to visit with Phoenix alone. He’s got to go change for something more important coming up.

Leona and Phoenix decide that they’re going to get back together once Leona is done her sentence! They make a promise that is very funny if you know she’ll be dead in three years.

Phoenix: I’ll be waiting. For you.

There are a lot of hugs here, I’m not screencapping them all. There are also several moments where their faces get very close together and like, their nose brushes the other’s cheek or something, but they never actually kiss. Is it because the actresses weren’t comfortable with it (valid), or they thought kissing would be too much for the musical (sure, whatever), or since both characters are played by women the show staff did not want two women kissing on stage (probably the real answer)? I don’t like watching kisses, but I kept bracing myself for one and then it never happened, so.

Phoenix ends the main part of the musical with one last musical number starring my personal favourite piece:

Phoenix: I want to bring you back! I believe in you.

I like to think that at this point, this is present-day Phoenix, after finishing his reminiscing, still desperately wishing he could bring Leona back from death.

But alas, he cannot. And so, after one last daydream of them dancing together on the beaches of California, singing about their love, the musical ends.

Dance Time!

This starts at exactly the two hour mark, if you’re interested in watching what is, once again, one of the only fun parts of this musical.

Seriously, Edgeworth’s actress kills it here, when I first saw this I went “oh, this is why I saw so many people being gay for her on twitter.”

Edgeworth’s song is an encore of “My Rule”, so it’s lots of fun. Afterwards Phoenix gets another fun piece.

Then we get to the love ballad part, which I can probably overanalyze, I feel like I haven’t done enough ridiculous over-analyzing in this essay in comparison to the other.

Uhhh so the fog represents how Phoenix feels lost in this world without Leona. You can see it in the second screenshot separating the two of them, representing the barrier of death between the two of them. Idk it’s midnight I’m getting worn out from having to think about this musical for so long.

But his mourning over Leona’s death becomes even more apparent in the credits, where Phoenix sings that one line again:

Phoenix: I want to bring you back! I believe in you.

I’m not fixing that screenshot, I think it’s oddly fitting, in a way. That’s me right now.

Then at the very end, he sings this song.

Phoenix: I’ll spend... this eternal life... soaring through... the heavens!

Technically, this refers to his name Phoenix, but let’s dig a little deeper. He spends the rest of his life soaring through the heavens... the heavens that Leona went to after her untimely death, perhaps?

Overall, the musical becomes much more interesting when you just see it as a prequel to the second musical. This musical establishes many core concepts of Phoenix’s character: his refusal to believe in the concept of things changing, for one, and also his extreme dependency on Leona who he was never separated from since they were kids and where he based his entire life around her dreams and ideals. All he can think about is her. And in the end, he promises to wait for her in California.

Yet, to paraphrase Miles Edgeworth, all that is waiting for him is her death. Their dream of opening up a Mom & Pop Law Firm will never come true.

Thanks again for bearing with me even though this wasn’t as funny!

#ace attorney #phoenix wright the truth reborn #idk maybe someone wanted to know what the first musical was like without actually watching it?#my essays #my posts #i'm TIRED i'm going to BED goodNIGHT #this is less funny jokes and more actually criticizing the musical #because so much of this is like. wow. you really thought that was a good idea huh #just skip to the feenie sweater part honestly that's the funniest part of this musical

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