#Personally I think Jowd deserves to say it

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yeah gang we've done ace attorney and professor layton so now we're completing the Capcom Trio.

[ryutarotakedown]

i can't keep well alone enough to let my own vague posts lie like this so hey ghost trick spoilers

the thing is, jowd has a guilt complex. we all know he does. it's massive to the point where most players going in call it unrealistic; why would you feel guilt about killing a man when you weren't actually the one who killed him?

but as most long term ghost trick fans say, that's not a bug, it's a feature. jowd has a black and white moral compass to the point where he thinks he's eternally damned because he wanted a man to die. he's terrified of thoughtcrime essentially. and then when alma dies he says it himself: he thinks of it as retribution. detective jowd is a living monument to the idea of punitive justice. the same way yomiel is, except where yomiel's trying to cause others pain because he thinks their actions deserve it, jowd's trying to cause himself pain because he thinks his thoughts deserve it.

except that backfires on literally everyone around him. cabanela grows distant as he dedicates his entire career to saving jowd. lynne essentially does the same thing minus the growing-distant part. and of course kamila has to grow up without a father, because jowd decided without consulting her that he didn't deserve to be her father, not realizing that it is much worse for kamila to be without jowd. he thinks that taking the blame for alma's death will save kamila from guilt (a jesus parallel if i've ever seen one) but instead it heaps two deaths on kamila's shoulders - she still feels guilty for her mom's death, and now she feels like she's to blame for her dad's. ("my dad's… going to die. and it's all my fault!")

like one of the reasons why ghost trick is such a good game is because of everything it says about why punitive justice doesn't work. jowd turning himself in doesn't solve anything, it's just to alleviate his own guilt (and it doesn't even accomplish that). yomiel ruining the lives of everyone involved in the incident ten years ago doesn't solve anything: "when i met with detective lynne, i would see that light… or that's what i tried to believe." revenge doesn't work. punishment doesn't work. hurting someone just hurts the world more. sure it's not a complicated message but i think it's pretty important in conversations about prison abolition and so on.

…anyway, this was about jowd. and the crushing weight of that impossible guilt. alma being dead (his "retribution") doesn't make him feel any less guilty. him turning himself in and losing his only daughter doesn't make him feel any less guilty. asking to be executed (and hey, jowd, don't forget you're killing the father of a child here) doesn't make him feel any less guilty.

but, jowd could reason, if that death was brought to him by his own daughter? the person he hurt the most out of anyone here? then maybe he'd finally get the absolution he wanted

(he won't.)

majorly underrated line from ghost trick i think is "wouldn't it be just what he wanted? to be executed by his own daughter?" because you know what? yeah it would be.

[crossed--fates]

@celebratorysoul​:  //Little late but throwing celebratorysoul in there for the opinion ask?

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My Opinion on:

The Character(s) in general: Since I’m more centered on Yomiel’s side of Ghost Trick’s story, I feel more attached to Yomiel, fianSissel and catSissel more, but that doesn’t mean I dislike the other characters! Alma really seems like a sweet woman just like my fianSissel is and I can picture them as being close friends and I love how she is so sweet and caring towards her family. Alma is a good woman and she deserves the world! I feel really bad for what happened to her in canon (Yomiel, as much as I LOVE you I still don’t agree with all the shit you did e.e) but I’m glad she is alive in the main timeline and gets to live with her family again. How they play them: You’re really the first Alma rper I saw and I can already say... YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING HOLY SHIT!!! I was really impressed with your writing in our first thread. I can really see Alma as how you portray her, being a caring and compassionate soul that wants to help others, you even made me shed real tears with how kind she was towards Sissel when she was in so much despair wainting for news of Yomiel, your writing is so beautiful and I definitely want to see more interactions between Alma and Sissel! The Mun: We have talked a bit on discord and I can tell you’re really friendly and sweet so I can’t wait to get to know you better! I’m just super shy and awkward to start conversations, but you can always talk to me if you want, my Discord is always open and like I mentioned a billion times, I love to get to know my rp partners and make new friends because that makes rping experience much easier and pleasant. 

Do I:

RP with them: Yes! We have one awesome thread with Alma and FianSissel (even if I’m slow to reply a bit dskjdh) Want to RP with them: OF COURSE!!! I can’t wait to see more of Alma and see more interactions between Alma and FianSissel because I always headcannoed that these two became really close friends after the tragedy in the park and that Alma was the one to offer fianSissel some emotional support while Yomiel was imprisoned so I’m totally up to developing this idea, my Sissel def needs Alma’s friendship and support like Yomiel needs Jowd’s friendship and support. And of course there are also the AUs we talked about and seeing Ghost Sissel help Spirit Alma so they can help the men and people they love is really interesting and I’m all up for exploring this scenario with them (and if you have any other AUs in mind, I’m game for them too!)

What is my:

Overall Opinion: You’re an amazing writer and I think you’re also a very nice person, can’t wait to interact more with your Alma and get to know you better as a mun and having you as my friend here too! Def reccomend your blog to my RP partners ^^

[siverwrites]

For @dizzymosquito​ and @ziskandra​ who both asked Ghost Trick:

Fandom asks

the first character i ever fell in love with: Cabanela. His intro played a large part in even getting me to play

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: No one yet! Everyone is good. Or evil but in a good way

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: None currently

my ultimate favorite character™: *coughs* Cabanela

prettiest character: I mean look at him!

That pink smock, totally beautiful.

I need more gifs of Mr Extravagant

my most hated character: I don’t dislike anyone. Least liked... Tengo maybe or Dandy

my OTP: Jowd x Alma and slipping and sliding into JowdxAlmaxCabanela thanks to this fandom, or certain people in it you all know who you are!

my NOTP: I don’t give shipping a lot of thought. I personally don’t care for CabanelaxLynne but all power to anyone who does

favorite episode: Brace yourselves for this shock, chapter 15

saddest death: I want to say Missile because dog! But it also lead him to joining you so. Alma maybe because of the music and her death got the ball really rolling. Alternatively Kamila especially in Ray’s timeline.

favorite season: N/A

least favorite season: N/A

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I don’t think there is anyone

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: I don’t really have. I guess Yomiel could kind of fit.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Kamila

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: Don’t have one

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: I don’t know. Lynne and Rindge maybe just ‘cause.

[misty-reeyus]

Devil in the Details

written for @fyeahghosttrick‘s ghost swap, for @twistedsennennerd

i went with your second prompt: [Jowd and Yomiel bonding over some obscure thing no one would have assumed the two would like, let alone both enjoy. New timeline, after Yomiel’s release.]

upfront, the thing i picked might not be quite what you meant by “obscure”, but it’s what my brain kinda just fixated on and it does fit in that nobody would have assumed they’d both like it so. i hope this is okay!

It’s Yomiel’s second day as a free man, and he’s spending it as Detective Jowd’s house guest.

They’d all planned for this back when Yomiel was still locked up. Sissel made his wish clear the last time he came leaping into the prison through the phone lines to visit: As soon as they let you out, I want to see you in person. Jowd apparently agreed to it then, and now he’s making good on his word as he leads Yomiel to the living room, where his leg is immediately headbutted by a tiny ball of black fur.

Yomiel bends down on his knees to get down to Sissel’s level, and once he’s close enough to see a squeaky mouse toy trapped between tight jaws, the cat plops said toy into Yomiel’s hand and mewls contentedly. Yomiel smiles.

“Dinner will be in an hour. You two catch up all you like until then.” With that, Jowd turns his back and leaves the room---and if Yomiel wasn’t already looking for it, he wouldn’t notice the ever-so-slight hurry to his steps. But as is, it feels less like Jowd is just giving them some privacy and more like he’s trying to escape as quickly as possible.

Yomiel frowns. He doesn’t know Jowd well, but he thinks something’s been off about him ever since the moment they stepped into this house, something that wasn’t there when they met at the police precinct after Jowd’s shift. Despite how friendly and accommodating Jowd has been, he seems to be uncomfortable with Yomiel being inside his home.

Yomiel can’t blame him. The last time he entered this house, he left a smoking gun, a fresh corpse, and an utterly destroyed family in his wake.

He doesn’t want me to be here, does he?

It’s a stray thought, not really meant to be directed at anybody, but Sissel attaches his soul to the core in Yomiel’s brain just in time to hear it.

Not for the reason you’re thinking, Sissel tells him. Detective Jowd just doesn’t like reminders of the old timeline in general. He gets especially antsy when those reminders are near Kamila or Alma.

Yomiel nods, instantly understanding once Sissel visualizes it for him. Jowd wants to keep that lost, tragic past completely separate from the people who are now living blissfully in this present. Yomiel thinks of Sissel---the human one, the one who doesn’t know, the one who is alive and happy and waiting back at home for him right now---and gets it entirely. He wants to keep her as far away from their old life as possible, too.

Anyways, I want you to be here, Sissel remarks, nuzzling his nose against Yomiel’s hand. You’re my owner, too. Detective Jowd understands that.

That understanding is already far more than Yomiel deserves---but no, no, he doesn’t feel like diving into that bottomless pit of self-loathing right now. Instead, Yomiel just reaches out to scratch Sissel behind the ears.

His best friend purrs contentedly.

Yomiel hadn’t known the type of person Alma was when he manipulated her daughter into killing her. He hadn’t cared to find out. In his twisted state of mind, all that mattered was the fact that she was precious to Jowd, that she was the very best means through which he could make the detective suffer.

Yomiel has only been in this house for all of ten minutes, but he’s positive now that the woman he murdered was one of the very last people to deserve it.

Not that anyone would have deserved what Yomiel did, no matter who they were, but Alma is so honestly nice that the knife of guilt lodged in Yomiel’s heart just digs in that much deeper. Alma knows what happened between him and her husband ten years ago, yet as she stands before him now, she shows him absolutely no ill will. There is no suspicion on her face, no fear in her eyes---if anything, she seems amused to see Yomiel playfully dangling a squeaky toy in front of the cat---and her smile is warm as she asks if he would like anything to drink.

Alma clearly believes Yomiel is here to make amends---and even though he’s mainly here for Sissel, she’s not entirely wrong, either.

Even if his most grievous sins technically don’t exist anymore, Yomiel can’t forget them, and he has promised himself that he will never stop trying to atone. It may not be much, but having a real conversation with the woman who he once saw as nothing more than a disposable tool in a sadistic revenge plot is at least a place to start.

“Do you have iced tea?” Yomiel asks, finally letting Sissel grab hold of the squeaky toy so that he can stand and follow her into the kitchen.

“So long as you’re fine with strawberry flavor,” Alma responds, grabbing a glass from a cupboard. When Yomiel nods his approval, she neatly glides over to the fridge and tugs it open.

Yomiel immediately notices how eye-catching that fridge is, adorned with colorful magnets that pin up various assortments of family photographs and what look to be Kamila’s A+ test papers. What most captures his attention, though, is a particular picture---not a photograph, but a painting---that is a near-perfect depiction of Alma’s likeness.

“Amazing, isn’t it? Jowd painted that himself.”

Alma’s voice in his ear makes Yomiel jolt, and he suddenly realizes he’s been staring. Smiling sheepishly, he grabs the filled glass that’s proffered to him and takes an appreciative sip.

“Your husband seems quite skilled.” Not that Yomiel is surprised. To make sure that Jowd was truly and properly suffering, he used to ghost into the prison to check in on him, so Yomiel already knew that the detective had become quite an artist. Even back when he was bitter and vengeful, Yomiel was always reluctantly impressed with how accurately Jowd was able to represent faces.

“Oh, he is! And would you believe, he actually tried to hide that from me.” Alma laughs, the noise tinkling and almost bell-like. “I mean, he was always so dedicated to detective work. I never had a clue he had any interest in art until I caught him holed up in the attic with with a stash of painting supplies.”

Yomiel has a feeling he knows exactly why Jowd tried to hide it, but Alma seems so amused at the memory that he actually finds himself grinning too. “Unbelievable. Meanwhile, I wish my portraits would turn out this good.”

“Oh!” Alma visibly brightens. “You paint too?”

“Uhhh. Yeah, well...” Yomiel awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “They didn’t really allow me to mess with computers in prison, so I needed to pick up a new hobby.”

To Alma’s credit, she takes that news rather gracefully. She gives a small, apologetic smile, then claps her hands together, effortlessly lightening the mood up again. “Well, why don’t you ask Jowd for some tips then? Maybe you two could learn from each other.”

Yomiel doubts Jowd would be up for it, for various different reasons that Alma could not possibly be privy to. Regardless, he nods.

“I’ll think about it.”

Hey, Detective Jowd. After we finish eating, you should show Yomiel your art studio.

The telepathic suggestion comes in the middle of dinner with absolutely no warning, and Jowd rather noticeably chokes on his bite of chicken, a sharp inhale followed by a couple of deep coughs. At his side, Kamila gasps in concern and reaches over to pound fists into her dad’s back until he waves her away with a hurried “I’m alright. It’s what I get for eating so fast.”

Kamila nods her understanding. Across the table, Alma laughs.

Jowd hisses mentally, Sissel, why would you even mention that?

You know how Yomiel paints, too? Alma said earlier that you two might be able to learn from each other.

Yomiel blinks in surprise before finally chipping in on this three-way call. You were listening in?

I was literally your glass. Sissel seems far too amused by that. You didn’t even notice.

Yomiel shakes his head, glancing around. In the corner of the kitchen, Sissel’s body lies curled up and motionless by his food bowl---he’s not in it, obviously, since he’s facilitating this soundless conversation. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem as if Alma or Kamila have noticed that anything’s off: Kamila is busy playing with the peas on her plate, and Alma is busy chiding her for doing so.

No offense, Yomiel, Jowd cuts into his thoughts, but my studio is mine. I don’t even let Alma up there most of the time.

None taken, Yomiel replies. I wasn’t expecting anything in the first place.

Sissel telepathically groans.

Jowd furrows his brow. How did you get onto that topic with Alma anyways?

Your painting on the fridge caught my attention. Yomiel points his fork vaguely at the Alma portrait. It’s fantastic, by the way.

That manages to draw a slight smirk from Jowd. Thank you, I suppose. I honestly don’t consider that one of my better portraits, but Alma insisted on displaying it, she liked it so much.

Yeah, that painting is nothing, Sissel chimes in. You should see the ones in his portfolio!

Jowd sputters again, this time on his soup, and Yomiel quirks a brow. Apparently, the detective is just generally uncomfortable with any mention of his art.

“Dad, are you okay?” Kamila pipes up from her end of the table. On her other side, Alma now looks somewhat concerned too, but she merely purses her lip and says nothing.

“Fine, sweetheart,” Jowd assures, patting Kamila’s shoulder. His eyes flicker to her empty plate, proof that the brave girl was finally able to force down her peas. “Are you finished?”

Kamila nods.

“Alright then, you go up and finish your homework now.”

“Okay!” Kamila jumps down from her chair and dashes for the stairs, waving a cheery goodbye to Yomiel as she does. Yomiel waves back halfheartedly; the kid doesn’t even know who Yomiel is, all she was told was that he’s her father’s guest. She doesn’t know, so when she smiles at Yomiel, it’s far brighter than he deserves.

With Kamila gone, the dining room goes quiet. For a while, there are no discussions, either outward or inward.

...So, Detective Jowd---

Fine, okay! If you’ll stop bugging me, I’ll take Yomiel up to the studio. Happy?

Very, Sissel announces smugly, the cat that got the cream.

Yomiel can’t help it. He snorts into his own soup.

The art studio is in the attic: a bit dusty, but decently spacious, and clearly well stocked with paints and brushes. Large canvases lie stacked up against the corner near an easel, and a wooden desk with a tabletop smeared in color stands in the center of the room. Sissel hops up onto the desk and, after some telepathic needling, manages to cajole Jowd into yanking open one of the desk’s drawers and retrieving a manila folder.

“Here,” Jowd sighs, handing it to Yomiel. ”Knock yourself out.”

Yomiel takes a seat on the stool to do just that, and as he slowly makes his way through the file, he becomes only increasingly impressed. The portraits don’t stop with Jowd’s wife and daughter. There are coworkers, too: police officers and detectives, some of whom Yomiel actually recognizes. There are others who Yomiel has no idea who they are, who might not even be actual people in real life, but who still seem so incredibly lifelike on the canvas...

Yomiel pauses when he comes across a portrait of himself.

Surprised, he whirls his gaze up towards Jowd, who seems rather alarmed himself. Jowd’s eyes are wide, as if he’d forgotten that painting was even there.

“...I don’t know why I painted that,” Jowd says, voice quiet, almost weak even, and they continue staring at each other until Jowd finally breaks it off by slumping back against the desk. Tension visibly drains from his form---tension that he hid well but that Yomiel can now see has been there all evening---and only now that he’s safely away from his wife and daughter does Jowd finally allow his mask of smiles to come crumbling down. “Gods, I don’t know why I’m still painting at all.”

Sissel casually flicks his tail. You said you started because you never wanted to forget the faces of the people who mattered to you.

“Yes,” Jowd says, “but now I get to see the people who matter to me every day. And some of those other faces I’ve been painting are just random people on the street who I’ve never even met.” He brings a hand up to rest his forehead in his palm. “I have no real reason to paint anyone anymore.”

“But you couldn’t stop.” Yomiel doesn’t mean it as a question.

Jowd simply nods. “It felt wrong. And the longer I went without painting, the more wrong it felt, and I couldn’t shake it until I started again.”

Jowd haggardly runs his fingers through his beard, actually looking kinda messed up. Yomiel guesses he must have needed to let this out for a while.

“Well, it’s the kind of thing that if you do it long enough, it just becomes a part of you.” Yomiel shrugs. “Ever since I started painting, I’ve actually started to really care about getting better at it.”

Jowd quirks his brow with what looks like interest, so Yomiel picks up the portrait of himself to brandish it in his hands.

“That said, seriously, I have to know. How are your faces so perfect?” Yomiel points frantically to his own likeness on the page. “I can never get the composition and detail to look this right.”

Jowd chuckles, his shoulders relaxing. “I don’t do anything special, really. I’m just good with faces. Comes with being a detective.”

Yomiel lets out a groan. “Ugh, and I’ve even been doing it longer than you! Ten years, and I still can’t manage to paint a decent portrait.”

Sissel licks at his own paws. I dunno. I liked that last painting I saw you working on in your cell.

The one of Sissel perched up on a bridge, his form shadowed against the backdrop of the moon and the city lights. “Well yeah, but that was more like a landscape painting,” Yomiel scoffs. “Those are the only ones I’m good at. It’s so much easier to work with depth perception and color than with physical features.”

“Really?” Jowd actually sounds vaguely impressed. “Honestly, I couldn’t do landscapes if my life depended on it. Headshots, great, but the minute you want me to paint anything that’s not a face, I’m out.” He gestures to the portfolio in Yomiel’s lap. “There’s a reason none of those have backgrounds.”

Duly noted, Yomiel thinks, and in the back of his mind, he can feel Sissel perking up.

Yomiel, bring some of your landscapes with you next time! Then you two can keep talking about all this painting stuff and trade tips.

Jowd frowns. “Sissel, I don’t know if that---”

Besides, Sissel continues unheeded, Yomiel needs a reason to come back here again. Alma’s not going to believe he came here to make amends a second time, but the art thing was her idea in the first place. She’ll buy it.

He’s got a point, Yomiel can’t help but agree, and grins sheepishly when Jowd levels him with a miffed glare.

Eventually though, Jowd sighs.

“Fine then,” he concedes, glancing over to Yomiel. “I’m free Saturday at three. Does that work for you?”

Yomiel is going to be free for a good while yet, at least until he manages to do something about his current state of unemployment, so he nods. “Yeah. I can do that.”

Up on the tabletop, Sissel stretches victoriously.

After a few initial meetings, they settle into a comfortable pattern.

Jowd teaches Yomiel how to sketch lines and visualize shapes to form accurate faces. Yomiel teaches Jowd how to mix colors and paint in layers to create a realistic sense of depth. They print out photographs of landscapes and faces to use as references, then they each sit on opposite sides of the desk to paint the hours away in companionable silence.

(And Sissel, curled up comfortably in the space between both his treasured owners, is perfectly content.)

[crossed--fates]

Muse Interview!

What is your real name?  

"Yomiel.”

What is your real name?

“Huh... Yomiel, duh. Why would I change it?”

Do you know why you were called that?

”My mother wanted give me the name of an angel. I’m not exactly sure why she chose this particular one, though. Maybe she thought it would be unique?.”

Read More Now!

Are you single or taken?

“Proudly taken!”

Have any abilities or powers?

“I’m glad I don’t have powers anymore. I’m great at programming though.”

What’s your eye colour?

"Bright blue ones.”

How about your hair colour?

"Naturally blonde.”

Have you any family members?

"My mother is gone, unfortunatelly... My father is somewhere with his new family and not giving a damn to me, as usual. I don’t care about him either.”

Oh? What about pets?

"Does Sissel still count as a pet? Yes. I’m sorry detective Jowd, he might live with you now, but he’ll forever be MY cat.”

That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me about something you don’t like.

“People making fun of me because I’m a nerd or just mocking my style.”

Do you have any hobbies/activities you like to do?

“I love programming, fixing issues and designing new programs and softwares to make people’s life easier. I also enjoy reading.”

Ever hurt anyone before?

”Y-Yes... I don’t like talking about it.”

Ever killed anyone before?

“I... I don’t like talking about that either.”

What kind of animal are you?

"I always imagined myself as a cat. They’re quiet, independent and cautious.”

Name some of your worst habits.

"Fidgeting with my tie and shades when I’m nervous and swearing when I get too angry at something.”

Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Maybe, Sissel (my fiancée). She’s a wonderful person.”

Gay, straight, or bisexual?

"Demisexual, actually.”

Do you go to school?

"Not anymore. I’m gratuated, thank the gods. School used to be a nightmare.”

Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"Of course! It was always my dream. I’m a bit insecure about being a father, though... But I always wanted to have children with Sissel. I just hope I get to be the husband she deserves.”

Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

"Not that I know of!”

What are you most afraid of?

“Losing everyone I care about, being left alone again.”

What do you usually wear?

“My favorite red suit, black shirt, white tie and shoes”

Do you love someone?

"Sissel. She means the world to me.”

When was the last time you wet yourself?

“That’s an awkward question, no? Not answering that.”

What class are you?

"Upper-middle class.”

How many friends do you have?

"Not many. I think detective Jowd and my cat. Sissel always says I need to get out more and make more friends to distract myself.”

What are your thoughts on pie?

"I love them! Especially Sissel’s pies.”

Favourite drink?

"Coffe because it makes me awake to do my job.”

What’s your favourite place?

“Is it weird to say it’s the Chicken Kitchen? It was where I took Sissel to our first date (and the location I choose for my deal *sighs*).”

Are you into someone~?

"Sissel, my sweetheart. Did I already told you she is my world?”

Would you rather swim in the lake or in the ocean?

“None, thank you. I hate water.”

What’s your type?

”Violet hair, beautiful eyes, playful, brave, likes to wear a red scarf....”

Camping or indoors?

“Indoors. Camping is more Sissel’s thing. she tried to force me to camp one time though. It was scary.”

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