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Yandere!!Fairytale characters!!Dark Reverse harem xFemale reader

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You always loved stories for as long as you could remember because every night until you turned 8 you had dreams about coming to visit these story book characters but strangely they were your age in these dreams and were incredibly possessive and kept going on about how you would have to get married to one of them when you grow up.

When you were 9 you stopped reading fairy tales and these dreams stopped too.

8 years later~

You where just minding your own business when your mother came in and told you that you had to donate some old toys to a charity shop, you lazily got up and went to your attic where you kept most of your childhood things. As you searched you picked up the story book that you haven't seen in 8 years, a wave of nostalgia came over yo as you flipped through the pages. Suddenly aa portal came from the book and sucked you in.

Story 1 Cinderellis

You found yourself in a castle when someone suddenly bumped into you. You were surprised to see a beautiful woman wearing gorgeous clothing and a crown probably the queen giving you her hand to help you up she apologized and then gasped taking a closer look at you.

Queen: y/n is that you?

Y/n: Um yes?

She beamed and hugged you.

Queen: y/n my dear its been so long you're all grown up and so beautiful!

y/n: Queen Charming?

Then it all came back to you .You where in the castle where you used to play with your old friends Ellis and Johnathan. The queens son Johnathan saw you as a little sister and the queen saw you as a daughter but Ellis was the son of a wealthy man who was very kind and had a close friendship with the royal family. You remember Jonathan was vey protective and teased you a lot while Ellis was very sweet and incredibly shy and was very clingy towards you but he had this dark side and hated competition.

Queen: Just call me Caroline dear.

She smiled warmly at you seeming euphoric to see you again.

Caroline: Come quickly we must tell Jonathan you returned he will be so happy to see you.

So she lead you to the vaguely familiar room belonging to Jonathan

When he turned around you could barely recognize him he really has grown up.

Johnathan: y/n?

You nodded and he then tackled you into a hug like when you were kids.

Johnathan: I knew you'd come back dummy!!!

y/n: You really haven't changed a bit huh Johnny.

After you three caught up you found out Ellis's dad had died after you left and he now lives with his stepmother and his two stepbrothers they stopped seeing him after they met his stepmother.

Caroline the told you that she was gonna plan a ball for your return and to find a wife for Johnathan she sent out invitations to everyone in the land including Ellis and his family.

Ellis's home

Ellis was doing his usual labor because his mother treated him like a slave ever since his father died. His step family now just calls his Cinderellis due to him always being covered in soot. Ellis barely got anything to eat and was always given ragged clothing to wear. His stepbrothers mad sure to make sure he feels and looks terrible because they are incredibly jealous of Ellis because of his looks and all the female attention he gets.

After all these years Ellis hadn't forgotten about you but how could he ever since he met you he had been madly in love with you so much so that he worships the ground you walk on and would do anything to get your attention and much much more to get you affection but after you left a piece of himself left too he was absolutely devastated but he never lost hope that someday you'll return.

When an invitations to the ball came Ellis didn't care but he jumped for joy when you saw that this was for your return finally, he'd see his beloved again.

He told his Stepmother, and she told her sons to try and get you to fall for one of them now Ellis didn't like this and poisoned his family that day, after all Ellis never liked competition.

After the murder he disposed of the bodies he then dressed in one of his fathers suites and daydreamed about how soft your lips where or how happy you'll be to see him he can already picture you running into his arms proclaiming your undying love for him and how you'd never leave him again you'll be his in a matter of time.

Back at the castle

You were getting ready for the ball when a blinding flash of purple light came, and you saw a woman with a wand and beautiful purple wings in front of you.

???: Oh hello dear.

y/n: um who are you ma'am?

???:I'm your fairy Godmother I'm here to help you get back home.

y/n: Why? everyone is so nice here.

She went silent for a moment looking at you sympathetically.

Godmother: Things aren't always as they seem my dear...you have to save Jonathan if you want to make it to the next story.

y/n: WHAT IS HE IN DANGER??!!!AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT STORY??!!

Godmother: Keep it down, yes he's in great danger and you have a few more stories to complete before you get to go home.

y/n: what do you mean?

Godmother: I mean in each of the stories you will live in you will have a task when you complete it you will be sent to the next story but if you fail a task you won't be able to leave when you were younger you made every one of the male leads fall for you and now their obsessions have grown in an unhealthy way so be careful I'll see you soon.

and then she left just like how she came with without warning and in a poof of purple light.

The ball had begun and you couldn't stop worrying about Caroline and Johnathan. You were shaken out of your train of thought when a young man asked to dance he seemed pretty exited even euphoric and...love sick?

Nonetheless you agreed and he swiftly took you to the the center of the ball room as you two danced you couldn't avoid his stare it was so intense but those gray blue eyes were just` too familiar then it clicked.

Y/n: Ellis...?

He smiles at you and nodded.

Ellis: Did you miss me little mouse?

you smiled back at him and hugged him and he was in pure bliss finally you're back in his arms oh how he's dreamed of this day everything was perfect until he saw those pretty eyes of yours start to lose focus on him as you kept glancing at Jonathan this made his blood boil he was always second place to Jonathan when it came to you he always got your attention but now he's finally snapped he's had enough.

When you left to go check on Caroline he pulled out a vile of poison the very same he used to kill his step family.

Ellis: I didn't think I'd have to use it so soon.

He mumbled coldly.

He was about to pour it into Jonathan's glass when he heard your voice and he quickly his it into his pocket smiling at you, you asked to speak to him privately and he was taken back when he saw you crying and he immediately went forward to comfort you only to be pushed away.

Ellis: Little mouse what's wrong.

You stared up at him with a mix of hurt betrayal and confusion.

Y/n: I saw what you were about to do Ellis...I don't understand, Why would you try hurt him.

Ellis: why? because I love you y/n I love so much that it drives me insane I love you so much that I'd kill anyone in a heartbeat just for your attention I love you more than you will ever know little mouse~

All you could do was look up at him in fear as he caressed your cheek smiling at you with a sickly-sweet smile.

y/n: what happened to you? You were so sweet so kind and so selfless.

Ellis: Oh y/n you happened to me.

you saw a deranged glint in his eyes and his smile turned more sinister.

Ellis: You turned me into this.

At that moment you knew there was no reasoning with him so you had to be with him until you get sent to the next story.

y/n: Ellis I'll be yours if you promise not to hurt anyone else.

You could tell he was more than euphoric hearing those words come out of that pretty mouth of yours it sent him over the edge.

Ellis: I promise Little mouse.

For about 5 months things where perfect for Ellis waking up and knowing you are there being the only one able to kiss your soft lips it was pure bliss until there was a flash and you were gone.

You were falling out of the sky and splashed into the water you tried your hardest to swim but couldn't you were about to drown but you were rescued by a strange being and all you could remember was its voice.

Tell me if ya want me to continue and please give my other yandere stories some love.

God loves you get plenty of sleep and stay hydrated

[pucksalotguys]

Unsteady- Chapter 2

Chapter 1 link

I know it’s been a little while but here’s chapter 2 finally !!! There’s some background info for Harlow and her past and some secrets that’ll soon be revealed. Also if you haven’t read chapter one please read that before this so everything makes sense !! I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think 💙

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Harlow smiled as she left the center and walked out

AA meetings were peaceful for her`, they weren’t at all what tv shows or movies portrayed at all. Mostly it was comforting and she took solace in knowing there were others who understood what she went through.

 At 28 years old Harlow was now sober for alcohol for 5 years and while things were still hard and memories haunted her, she was at least okay. Feeling the cold wind she buttoned up her coat and walked back to her apartment quietly, her thoughts simmering as she tried her hardest to block out all the bad

It wasn’t even 10 minutes before she was him again, there he was standing in the lobby and speaking to the building manager. There was no getting to the elevator without walking directly past them so she did the next best thing and went up the stairs on the other side

By the time she reached the security exit on her floor she was sure her legs would give out, sure a dramatic move on her side but there was no way she wanted to see or speak to Sidney at this moment yet like every typical cliche there he was standing directly outside her door

“May I help you ?” Harlow asked

Sidney looked back at her and suddenly every thought that had come to his head disappeared “Uh…well I um…I just wanted to say sorry for my outburst yesterday, it was a tough day for me”

“All is forgiven” Harlow nodded

“Yesterday was my wife and I’s….well it would’ve been our 3rd wedding anniversary and it was just really hard for me” he admitted

“Emerson” she said “Her name was Emerson, right ?”

He felt his chest get tight and simply blinked in response, when he noticed her growing look of concern he cleared his throat “How do you know her name ?”

Suddenly he felt like the dumbest person alive as soon as the question left his mouth. Everyone in Pittsburgh knew who Emerson was and not just because she was his wife. She was the kind of person who dedicated her time to charity and volunteering any free time she had.

Slowly she began building her own reputation in the city and as a joke people would often refer to Sidney as “Emerson’s husband”, a joke that he still held dear to his heart. When the news of her passing became public instant mourning began, he still remembered the large crowds outside the church the day of her service

The endless flower arrangements that arrived at his doorstep every day for months after her passing. The grief was never ending and every time their wedding anniversary neared he took time off. This had been the longest break he had ever taken after her passing 3 years ago, that break was almost an entire year long and he would’ve retired had it not been for his teammates and family and now more than ever he wanted to show them he was okay “Sidney ?” Harlow interrupted his thoughts “Do you need something ?” “Sorry, I dozed off” he shook his head “I’m sorry, I really am”

“Everything is fine, really” Harlow emphasized “Now if you don’t mind, I have some work to do”

“You wanna get coffee tomorrow ?” he suddenly asked “Cafe Mia is pretty nice, they have really good scones”

Harlow furrowed her brow “Uh okay ? Is there a reason for this sudden outing ?”

“I just wanted to talk to you and apologize, take it as an olive branch” Sidney offered

“Fine” she nodded “Is 11 okay ? I have something to do earlier in the day”

“Oh, what ?” he asked

“I attend AA meetings twice a week” Harlow revealed with shrug “Mornings I either hit up the gym or attend meetings”

Sidney wasn’t expecting her to be so blunt about it, part of him thought she’d keep it hidden until she couldn’t. But given how Harlow was during their small interactions, he knew even then that secrets weren’t really her thing

“Has the initial shock worn off yet or are you still in it ?” she asked

“I saw you today coming out of the city center” he admitted

She sighed “Are you like following me around or ?”

He shook his head “I just happened to be in the area and I saw you, I…well I know I said something last night and it was rude and I wanted to tell you that-” “That your comment about addiction and alcoholics wasn’t meant like that and how you’d never say that if you knew I was one” Harlow finished for him “Yeah I’ve heard that one a time or twenty” she chuckled sarcastically “I didn’t know” Sidney said softly “I’m sorry, I really am” “You’re fine, really you are” she answered “Not like I tell everyone I come in contact with that I’m a recovering alcoholic” “I just thought about what my….what my wife would say if she knew that’s how I acted towards someone who showed me kindness and helped me out. She’d be disappointed in me and I don’t want that” Sidney answered Harlow paused for a moment, not knowing how she wanted her words to come out. She knew maybe she’d come off as cold but it was needed in the moment for her own good and for his as well

“I feel like you should do what you want and what you feel is right and not what she would want. She’s not here anymore, you are” she looked in his eyes “And if you stand by your words last night then so be it. Me being a former alcoholic doesn’t change anything I promise you. There’s no guilt trip needed here from someone who isn’t even here anymore. I respect it but the apology  needs to come from you and not your deceased wife.” Sidney’s face hardened as he shook his head “I don’t know why I even bothered” “I don’t mean to be a bitch” Harlow put her hands up “Then maybe you should shut it then” Sidney retorted before walking to his apartment Harlow sighed and walked back inside hers, immediately regretting her words. She didn’t feel like they were harsh, she was simply giving him advice based on her own experiences but clearly that was a mistake. She sat at her dinner and opened her journal and began to write, hoping somehow she could feel better about the mess she had made

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The next day she woke up as early as she could hoping she could catch him working out downstairs at the gym in a hoodie like he usually did. When she spotted him by the treadmills she took a deep breath and got on the machine next to him and began her light jog. Within seconds he looked her up and down and moved over to a new machine “Can we talk ?” Harlow spoke up

Nothing but silence until she realized he was wearing headphones while jogging, the kind that still connected to a phone. She took the opportunity of him looking ahead and walked over to his side and yanked a headphone down

“Can we talk ?”

“The hell is wrong with you ?” Sidney snapped “Do you just barge in whenever you feel like it ? Fuck off Harlow”

“Not before you let me talk to you and let me explain why I said what I said” she looked at him “I know how you feel okay, and I know it’s hard because I also lost-”

“You being some little addict who had to learn to say no to some drinks like some wild teenager because you lacked control is nothing like what I’m going through okay ? I lost the most important person in the world to me, I lost my wife. What did you lose ? Happy hour ?” he snapped at her

Harlow quickly shook her head, not being able to say anything back as she picked up her water bottle and walked out. She felt humiliated as she got in the elevator and went back to her apartment, locking the door as if somehow he would break in. Her hands were sweaty and she could feel her heartbeat in her ears, it was as if her soul wanted to exit her body. Moments like this hadn’t happened in a while and truth be told there was only one  thing that could fix it.

She reached up the cabinet above her stove and brought down the bottle of red wine she had purchased long ago. With shaky hands she ripped the top off and poured herself a glass in a cup and simply stared at it. If she drank it’d be 5 years of sobriety down the drain but if she didn’t she’d do something far more drastic. Taking the glass of wine into her hand she brought it close to her lips, the intoxicating smell of berries hitting her nose and making her instantly weak

Just as she opened her mouth to take a sip she heard a knock on her door and dropped it, glass and wine spilling all over the table and onto the floor. She stood up and went to answer the door, giving a small grin when she noticed the building doorman “Hey Mr.Jenkins, how are you ?” she greeted “Morning Ms.Walsh” he grinned “I brought you your mail” Arnold Jenkins was the building doorman and had been for years, the building manager had informed her he knew everyone and had been there since the very beginning of it all. He was a kind and respectful man in his late 60’s who Harlow had quickly become close to within her short time living there and soon realized he also attended AA meetings. A secret she made him promise to keep to himself. “You didn’t need to do that” she shook her head and took her mail in her hands “I figured you didn’t wanna go down there and see everyone after what happened” he grinned at her “Don’t worry Ms.Walsh, no one’s judging you. We all got pasts, no one is better than anyone. No matter how much money they have in their bank accounts. Mr.Crosby’s a bitter man with no heart left, he lashes out.” Harlow simply nodded “I just….I messed it up, it was my fault”

“No man should snap at a woman like that, ever” he said “You got your stuff too and you’re never cruel to anyone. You’ve lost a lot and you still keep your head high”

She looked down “Listen, what I tell people in meetings is private. You can’t ever tell anyone, I mean it. Please promise me Mr. Jenkins. Please”

“Your secrets aren’t mine to tell” he assured her “But you gotta stop being so damn nice, give people a taste of their own medicine Harlow. Do it for you”

The comment made her chuckle “I promise you next time I’ll punch anyone who gives me shit, philly style”

He gave her a grin “That’s what I like to see, and Ms.Walsh ?”

“Yes ?” she asked

“Clean that spilled wine, throw away the glass and get yourself outside. You’re strong, you didn’t give in then and you shouldn’t give in now. Think of….think of those you know would want you to be okay” he said simply before leaving

Harlow closed the door and took a deep breath as she carefully cleaned up the mess and threw everything away. She took the two bottles of vodka she had and spilled them all down the drain along with the hidden tequila she had under her kitchen sink. Once that was done she walked over to her bedroom and took out a small box under her bed, a box with pictures. With trembling hands she took out the one of her, her ex boyfriend and daughter and simply stared at it.

It seemed like so long ago but it was only 7 years, in 7 years life had changed so drastically. All it had taken was one crash for everything to come crashing down. Life had such a cruel way of working and there was nothing she could do but just look at the memories. Memories that haunted her so badly, memories that made her throw up most mornings and some nights. She knew Sidney’s pain all too well and maybe it was best things stayed the way they were

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Taking in Mr. Jenkins words from their talk Harlow opted to treat herself to lunch out in the city the following afternoon. She sat at a dimly lit corner booth in the downtown bistro, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her glass of sparkling water. She wasn’t one to people-watch, but tonight, the restaurant had a different energy. There was something charged in the air, like electricity building before a storm. 

A group of fans, seated a few tables away, had been chatting animatedly since they arrived, their eyes darting toward a solitary figure sitting at the far end of the room. A figure she instantly recognized 

Sidney was in a booth eating alone, his gaze fixed upon his bowl of soup in front of as if he was trying to deflect any attention from himself. She could see he was doing his best to be kind to everyone to went over and asked him for a picture or who chatted with him but she could also tell he was uncomfortable with the attention 

Her attention was brought back to chatter from the table next to her

“He’s still not playing. What kind of professional does that?”

“Man, I get it, but at some point, you’ve got to move on. The team’s losing out here.”

“His wife’s been dead for 3 years now. He does this shit every year. How long is he gonna grieve, huh? People are depending on him.”

“Excuse me,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation and I just need to say you’re one of the biggest assholes there is”

The man raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What, you gonna defend him? The guy's dragging the whole team down.”

 “You don’t know anything about what he’s been through” Harlow continued “Grief doesn’t work on a schedule, and you don’t get to dictate how long someone’s supposed to take to heal. Sidney is a person, not just an athlete for you to cheer on or criticize when it’s convenient.”

The man snorted. “Yeah? You sound like you’re his friend or something. What’s your point?”

“I’m not his friend, far from it actually so you can fuck all the way off with that” she shook her head “My point here is that you're sitting here, judging someone you don’t even know. You’re talking about the man who lost his partner. You think he’s just supposed to turn that off because you want him to play ?”

The man blinked, clearly unprepared for Harlow’s response. “I—uh, didn’t think of it like that.”

“Of course you didn’t” she shrugged “Wanna know why ? Because you’re a selfish asshole, lay off the burgers. Clearly they’re clogging the way to your heart to have some empathy”

Without waiting for a response, Harlow leaned back in her seat and sipped her water. Her heart was pounding with the intensity of the confrontation which she kind of liked.  But as she settled back in, she noticed something or rather someone, Sidney was looking at her now, his eyes meeting hers across the room

She gave him a small, reassuring nod. He nodded back slightly, a faint flicker of acknowledgment in his gaze. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to let her know that, in some way, her words had reached him. Just as she asked for her check the waitress informed her it was taken care of and handed her a note Coffee ? Meet me at mine at 7 if yes- Sidney

Harlow sighed and held the note in her hand, contemplating the next move.

[okartichoke]

hi artichoke i hope you’re having a fun holiday season! I kinda want to hear more about ace avian but don’t want to make you grind so you are free to infodump or sketchdump whatever you want here that wouldn’t really fit in other posts just for fun.

um getting self conscious right now but I know pretty much everyone likes asks so gonna send this right now :D happy holidays!

hi rosie !! my holidays are so chill i am having a blast <33 hope you're having a good month too ! i am glad you asked! i am going to use this opportunity to share all the bird choices that were requested that i never ended up drawing!:

Athena Cykes: Golden Masked Owl - @/modpoppy helped with his one. Owl is so perfect to me because Athena (goddess of wisdom who has an association with owls) (also just wisdom being associated with owls). Owls have exceptional hearing! They also have ears that are non symmetrical, allowing them to pinpoint where sounds are coming from more accurately, which to me matches Athena's ability to read the emotion of a voice.

Gumshoe: Rock Dove (Pigeon) - these birds are historically trained, good sense of direction, and ones that live in cities are constantly eating crumbs (skull emoji x3)

Redd White: Peacock - I got a few recommendations for a bald eagle, which I totally see the vision for ! But to me, he is a peacock for sure. Pompous as all get out, flashy, show off.

Juniper Woods: Warbling White Eye - pretty green bird, often carries connotations of spring. another idea for her wasa mourning dove. this one is kinda just vibes

Robin Newman: I'm not super decided but maybe a type of kingfisher?

Hugh O'Conner: He gives me such raven vibes but, spoiler alert, Kay is 100000% a raven. If I'm trying not to have duplicates, i'm less sure. A crane hawk, maybe?

Kay Faraday: Raven - In Shinto mythology, I think that Yatagarasu is depicted as a three-legged crow? However, I'm pretty sure in the aa games Kay calls it a 3-legged raven. But if I'm wrong about this please feel free to correct me! Either way it is her x3

Spark Brushel: I never decided for Spark. I was thinking maybe a swallow or a seagull? Swallow because fast, energetic, fits the reporter who always is first to a story vibe. Seagull fits that latter idea, but also has seagull charm x333

Vera Misham: I am not sure of this one either. I know I want a small bird, and one where the males are brighter than the females, like how her dad was the face of their operation, like a songbird, maybe a finch or a bunting. Not sure of specifics.

Okay and then TGAA characters !! I ended up not yet finishing the second game :pensive: so some are missing

Ryuunosuke: Black-Billed Magpie - I also want to switch Phoenix to this one for consistency's sake. This is a lot of the same reasoning as Phoenix being a blue jay originally, so check back to that post if you want more reasoning. (jays and magpies are closely related). Coloration was a big factor in this decision, but also i like the myth that a lone magpie will bring badluck and how that works with the naruhodo family.

Sholmes: a fewwww ideas... though admittedly all vibes. I've racked my brain for him. A pheasant is one way to go. I think my favorite idea is a chicken (golden comet chicken). This is for similar reasons as @\modpoppy gave for buff orpington chicken Bobby Fulbright (that being friendly; golden retriever of birds). If not chicken.. sholmes still feels like a game bird to me..... solely vibes....

Stongheart: golden pheasant LMAOO i don't know why this guy got a bird in my mind before kazuma or susato or iris or etc,,, but he did. good for him. I just think its fits.

That is all i have! once again sorry from myself 2 months ago for not finishing these requests x33 i hope everyone who sent something in sees this text post lol

[unluckycactus]

Hello! I hope you are well! Excuse me for asking, i want to ask whether you have a social media other than twitter?

I am one of the readers for the team 1 shenigans fics, (which are really FUCKING AWESOME, I love Yolo be Carefolo to the ✨bits✨. Seeing the team members be menaces with heniroksoo are so fun. I have always been imagining them as gremlins, im glad to see it when i found your fic. Thank you for writing it ≧∇≦), reading the newest chapter of Acquaint Fate, (I.LOVE.THIS.FICCCCCCCCCCC), and meeting Cha Yuha, im reminded to this one post illustrating a headcanon of heniroksoo adopting lots of kids who are actually the alternate version of lcf's characters who had passed. Like olliene and tasha.

I wonder if it was author-nim or im just imagining it or maybe it was another heniroksoo author im following.

Other than that, THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THESE GEMS TO THE WORLD!!! LOVE YAHHH

(I was so happy when team 1 members cameo-ed in Acquaint Fate (≧∇≦). I will bet that Cha Yuha is olliene reincarnated or alternate self)

Hi! I am, ty 💗

Um, aside from twitter I have an insta (same handle as Twitter)! but that place is just me dumping merch photos and art too. So, it's like my twt but a bit more organized tbh

For fic content I'm mostly trying to do it here, but I'm still a bit shy shsjdh

OOO, HELP. I wasn't expecting a reader from that fic‼️

To answer your question, no it wasn't me! I wish i could help you find the author, but I haven't seen that post either 😭

Aa but tysm for enjoying my fics, fr.

Coughs, um, well. About Yuha--- he isn't Olliene, sorry.

If you are interested in his story, the fic that tells how HeniRoksoo adopted his Team 1 members plus their stories is this one (Cha Yuh arc is supposed to go next) is this one below

YOLO be Carefolo is basically a side fic of this one in which I dump the random moments/anecdotes of Team 1, but this fic is like, the actual timeline!

Hope that helps! And also thanks for asking, I don't mind answering questions!

[suffarustuffaru]

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Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

AA this is the last fic writer ask question fr :o again it took me a while to get to all of them pfft but i appreciate them a lot!! this question especially is really sweet wkdndn but yes!! and hope anyone reading my answers to these questions found it interesting at least pfft

hmm…. compliment….. im a MAJOR stickler for detail :O i literally cant turn my brain off i have to get EVERY detail i can right whenever possible wjdnd. not that im always right bc im very much not but i try very hard to be!! and i absolutely adore trying to put a lot of detail and nuance into things in my work esp since i focus on characters mental thought process so much hah. i try very hard to do a lot (or at least i consider it a lot widjdj) of research :o for example i wanted to write astrea fic so i devoured every heinkel and reinhard related side story possible and now they give me intense brainrot. cries. since i write a lot of character study i HAVE to look at everything possible before i finish a fic or ill cry inside if i miss one (1) detail i couldve taken into account hah. so i do think im a hard working writer :o !! analyzing things for fun especially when i admire a work of fiction runs in my blood wjdnd it just Happens. i try my best!!

as for um. that one crack treated seriously gluttony if fic i did once (selfcest…). is it accurate to who gluttonybaru is as a character? no in the sense that hes written purposefully in that fic to be like. pushed to his Most Extreme. but also i did try to at least be kind of accurate bc. i combed through SO MUCH of arc 6 and the gluttony if to write him fr 😭😭 there was TOO MUCH analysis in that fic thats why its got a novel length wordcount HAH. hes always had a hate love relationship with “natsuki subaru”….

uhhh uhhh oh yeah something else vaguely related to this that just came to mind—for example my multichap pride otto fic has me like really wracking my brain bc pride otto has screentime for exactly 0.2 seconds (im totally good at math) so its like. i wanted to like analyze how he most likely thinks and what sort of behaviors he has and how hed even react in All the new shenanigans im putting him in. but im also working off of 0.2 seconds of screentime so i had to also go and look at how main otto thinks and try to make Many Educated Guesses on how otto goes from point a (main otto pre-meeting subaru) to point b (the otto we see in pride if). which is something i do every time i focus on an if character in general anyway HAH bc i think it gets easier to understand if versions of characters, no matter how different they seem from their main route selves, once you examine who their base character is and THEN you look at the if events and how its warped them away from their base character. if that makes sense. i think its really fun hah.

i also recognize though that it wouldve been maybe Easier to make pride otto in my fic a little more. dead inside. empty. bc i know that ive been writing a lot of his anger and irritation hah. and it wouldve made sense for him to be a little more tired kind of dead inside in his internal dialogue!!! but i figured that i might as well go a little differently with it to yes maybe subvert expectations a little bit (and bc. ok after arc 8 Confirming Many Things About Otto, no way pride otto wasnt angry at some point. fr.) but also bc. you know when a person whos been in a traumatic situation they couldnt escape for so long is forced to change themselves to survive? if that person manages to finally escape its like. now they gotta try and unlearn any trauma related lessons theyve learned now that the danger is over bc what helped them survive is now maladaptive bc the danger is Over. thats kind of how i approached the fic fr T^T but also i try so hard to write pride otto as the jaded ass he definitely is. theres so much jades in him for sure. (this sentence totally makes sense.)

oh!!! uh uh one small detail with pride otto—when characters have titles, he will almost Always call them by their title in both internal and external dialogue. reinhard is sword saint and julius is the greatest/finest knight and felix is blue, etc etc. otto is well. 1. emotionally constipated 2. distant from others 3. Going Out of His Way to distance himself from others 4. hes very fixated on power and hierarchy and 5. he is Very aware of the role hes played in crushing each knight in the knight trio. main otto Absolutely feels guilt even as hes being ruthless. i figured pride otto likely at least Used to feel guilty. if hes not still guilty deep down.

[pesterloglog]

Equius Zahhak, Aradia Megido

Act 5, page 2278-2281

centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling apocalypseArisen [AA]

CT: D --> Aradia, here's the deal

CT: D --> Now that the game has begun, the plan will be modified slightly

CT: D --> We will not be co-leaders of the b100 team

CT: D --> I alone will be the leader

CT: D --> Is that understood

AA: thats fine

CT: D --> Good

CT: D --> Wait

CT: D --> You have no objection

CT: D --> Are you sure

AA: n0

AA: im 0k with it

CT: D --> Do you typically embrace such a passive attitude when your superiors give you orders

AA: i d0nt usually receive 0rders fr0m superi0rs 0r 0therwise

AA: but really its fine

CT: D --> Hmm

AA: what

CT: D --> I think I should get a towel

CT: D --> I'm perspiring heavily again

AA: why

AA: whats wr0ng

CT: D --> Never mind

CT: D --> I'm trying to stay professional about this

AA: ab0ut what

AA: what are y0u talking ab0ut

CT: D --> Forget it

CT: D --> It's just pleasant to consort with one of lesser breeding who clearly understands her place

AA: ive underst00d f0r s0me time that this will be my r0le

AA: t0 functi0n as y0ur server player

AA: and that y0u w0uld be the team leader as the first in the chain

CT: D --> Perfect

CT: D --> Then we are on the same page

CT: D --> I 100k forward to seeing how well you serve me, server player

AA: uh

AA: thats n0t quite the meaning 0f the w0rd server

CT: D --> What do you mean

AA: as y0ur server i manipulate y0ur envir0nment t0 help y0u advance

CT: D --> I don't understand

CT: D --> Are you

CT: D --> Are you saying

CT: D --> That

CT: D --> You are in a position of control over me

AA: i supp0se s0

CT: D --> Oh

AA: what

CT: D --> Oh my God

AA: 0_0

CT: D --> This is

CT: D --> Impropriety of a caliber I cannot even

CT: D --> It's

CT: D --> You are as low on the hemosprectrum as possible

CT: D --> To consider that someone so low could be in a position of authority over me is

CT: D --> It's just so

CT: D --> Disgusting

AA: y0u really are quite a sn0b

CT: D --> No it's

CT: D --> FILTHY

AA: 0_0

CT: D --> I need some air

CT: D --> Or some cold milk

CT: D --> Or a towel, I need a towel

CT: D --> Where the fuck are all my fresh towels

CT: D --> I mean

CT: D --> Fiddlesticks, please pardon my language

CT: D --> It won't happen again

AA: y0u l00k really agitated

AA: are y0u sure y0ure alright

CT: D --> I'm fine

CT: D --> I'll be fine

CT: D --> I just need to breathe

CT: D --> And to break something possibly

AA: break s0mething

CT: D --> Yes

CT: D --> It helps me rela%

AA: 0h

AA: i think i understand

CT: D --> Do you

AA: i like breaking things

AA: i didnt used t0 but n0w i d0

AA: its fun

AA: um

AA: hell0

AA: are y0u sure y0ure 0k

CT: D --> Yes

AA: y0u really d0 l00k like y0ure sweating pretty hard

CT: D --> I just need a blasted towel

CT: D --> Where ever did that Aurthour get off to

AA: maybe y0u sh0uld break s0mething

AA: t0 try t0 calm d0wn

CT: D --> Perhaps

AA: d0 y0u want me t0 break s0mething

CT: D --> Whoa what

AA: i c0uld break s0mething if y0u want

CT: D --> Do you

CT: D --> Want to break something

AA: kind 0f

CT: D --> I, uh

CT: D --> Ok

AA: equius im ab0ut t0 thr0w an abluti0n trap thr0ugh y0ur wall

AA: heads up

CT: D --> Yes

CT: D --> Yes that was wonderful

AA: it was pretty c00l

CT: D --> But could you please refrain from dipping into the vernacular of commoners

CT: D --> In fact, this is an order from your leader

CT: D --> Call things by their proper names

AA: what

AA: y0u want me t0 call it a bath tub

AA: that s0unds ridicul0us

CT: D --> Nevertheless, do it

AA: fine

CT: D --> Now

CT: D --> Could you please

CT: D --> Uh

CT: D --> Do that again

AA: what

AA: y0u want me t0 thr0w the trap thr0ugh y0ur wall again

AA: i mean the tub

CT: D --> Yes

AA: is that an 0rder

CT: D --> Yes

CT: D --> Wait

CT: D --> I don't know

AA: what d0nt y0u kn0w

CT: D --> Maybe I don't want to order you to

CT: D --> Maybe I want

CT: D --> You to do whatever things that you want to do

AA: i really have n0 idea what y0ure talking ab0ut

CT: D --> You could cause quite a bother for me, with the power you wield

CT: D --> I can do nothing to stop you, peasant girl

CT: D --> It's so magnificently depraved

AA: y0u are s0 weird

AA: and this is c0ming fr0m a gh0st

AA: ribbit

CT: D --> What was that

CT: D --> Are you role playing now

CT: D --> Stop, it's unbecoming

AA: s0rry

CT: D --> You're better than that

CT: D --> And by better, I mean worse

CT: D --> Much, much worse

CT: D --> Downright coarse and degenerate

CT: D --> Just reprehensibly sordid

AA: 0_0

CT: D --> Actually

CT: D --> Yes

CT: D --> You may role play and proceed to deepen this already irretrievable debauchery

CT: D --> In fact I command it

CT: D --> I command you to have free will and do as you please

CT: D --> And continue being bothersome and unpredictably destructive

CT: D --> I mean

CT: D --> If you want

AA: im n0t really r0le playing

AA: im part fr0g

AA: but 0k

AA: i guess i can break s0me m0re stuff

AA: ribbit

CT: D --> Yes

CT: D --> Ribbit again

AA: i cant really c0ntr0l the ribbits

CT: D --> I will make haste through this mysterious realm and find your gate

CT: D --> It will pose no challenge for me at all

AA: yeah i kn0w

CT: D --> I will then give you your new body, and you may take your rightful place as my subordinate

AA: sure

CT: D --> Actually

CT: D --> Now I'm beginning to wonder

AA: what

CT: D --> Whether I want you to be my subordinate

CT: D --> Hmm

CT: D --> I hope this doesn't sound too strange

AA: everything y0u say s0unds strange

CT: D --> Maybe I would like you to be the co-leader again

AA: 0k

CT: D --> In fact

CT: D --> Oh my goodness, I can't believe I'm entertaining this thought

CT: D --> It feels just vile

CT: D --> Try not to roll your eyes at me

AA: i d0nt have pupils

CT: D --> Would you mind terribly

CT: D --> Being the leader

AA: fine

CT: D --> But

CT: D --> Don't tell anyone

CT: D --> You will be the leader of me, and I will lead all else

CT: D --> You would in effect be the secret leader

AA: yeah sure

AA: thats pretty much h0w it is anyway

CT: D --> Yes, that's the spirit

CT: D --> You take to authority well for one of your b100d

AA: i d0nt have bl00d

CT: D --> Not yet

CT: D --> But soon your heart will beat anew, and through it, fresh b100d and fresh passion

AA: 0_0

AA: w0w uh

AA: can y0u just bring me the r0b0t already

CT: D --> On my way

centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling apocalypseArisen [AA]

AA: ribbit

[dreamsy990]

You reblorbed the "Chose Violence" ask game post & now I must return the favour:

1 12 14 21

Don't feel pressured to answer all of them - it's all in good fun!

~athena-appreciation-page

ALRIGHTY (so sorry this took so long to get around to)

1: the character everyone gets wrong

alright im setting aside my default knee-jerk response of pHOENIX WRIGHT because im literally only referring to his relationship with apollo and i talk too much about that anyways. so i present to you: LARRY BUTZ!!!

i think he was pretty good in the first game, and AMAZING in the anime. like, all his scenes are so fun. hell, even in the movie, he's a fucking HIGHLIGHT!!!! i think the fandom (and the later games, to a lesser extent) kind of does him dirty by portraying him as, idk, terminally straight but in a really bad way? im too tired to think of the word im looking for.

12: the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i like lucas miller hm i mean. i like most characters. i see a lot of hate for sunny from wof. like, people think shes annoying and kind of useless? but idk, i like her!! she reminds me a bit of athena, i think? in terms of personality, not story.

i get that people are frustrated that she doesn't do much for the first 4 books, but she's trying to be useful. iirc she has a similar arc to maya at the end of aa1 where she feels useless so she starts doing extreme things to help out and ends up being the reason the main cast succeeds. i love that for her!! also, she's pretty fun as a side character in the second arc. so, sunny probably.

14: that one thing you see in fics all the time

dadnix (specifically relating to apollo). i have SO MANY ISSUES WITH DADNIX!!!!! you CANNOT tell me that apollo would consider this man a father. hell, even assuming apollo would think of a parental figure positively (which, based on his story, he has no reason to have ANY positive association with fathers specifically), phoenix???? their relationship doesn't read like that at ALL. apollo is notably distant with phoenix. nick is SHOCKED to hear apollo isn't always serious.

the only canon scene i can think of that reads like dadnix is probably when the agency is in danger in magical turnabout, when apollo has what reads like a panic attack, and nick comforts him. that's the ONLY SCENE. i just. i want them to have a conversation i think. i dont see their dynamic like that i suppose. its fine? i just. hngh.

21: part of canon you think is overhyped

i was gonna say apollos backstory but uh. actually i think its very interesting. um. i cant think of anything actually. so a part of canon i think is UNDERHYPED is the gap between aa4 and aa5!! like, some shit CLEARLY happened there!!!!! phoenix and apollo had to have a conversation between aa4 and aa5 based on how their relationship is different (change in writers be damned) and that's one of my favorite things in aa so. yeah!!

okay actually. i can think of a non-ace attorney answer. pre-starblaster in taz. i just dont really care all that much about what happened before the hunger? like i don't mind it, its pretty interesting, but its probably the LEAST interesting thing in taz.

[mrfoox]

Haven't seen or heard an life sign from Fabian in almost a week and idk if I am allowed to ask for one after 6 days of silence 😭

[arcaneroses]

Tighnari x Gn!Reader

The forests love letter

Sypnosis: You find a anymous letter addressed to you, and your heart-throb of a superior Tighnari who usually knows everything seems to be acting very suspicious about said letter...

You stare at the letter addressed to you, the damn bird had delivered it to you this morning. You don't usually get letters from anyone other than your fellow forest rangers, and even that was few and a far between. Odd.

Even more odd was the contents of the letter, it had been written with such care but you could see that the writer had a bit of a shaky and at times too strong of a grip when writing to you.

There was a pressed flower inside, a beatiful lotus that could be found in most nearby rivers but this one had a unusual coloring. It was pressed in the spot where someone would usually sign their letter.

Tighnari would love this, I have to show him. You thought when looking at the flower.

The letter. It was a request, to meet in the dead of night near the Statue of the Seven. The writer had written that they had something to tell you, though you couldn't really understand what exactly.

Why was this so mysterious? You had a hard time wrapping your head around it. You needed more opinions.

"Collei!" You call out to your friend, the young girl looks over at you and hurries over when you invite her over. "What's up Y/n?" Collei asked with a chipper tone, you were glad the younger trainee was seemingly better today.

Tighnari and all the forest rangers, you included, were always worried about the girls illness. "I got this letter, but it's..Arg, see for yourself."

“O-okay? Let's see.."

Collei scoots closer, craning her neck a little to try to get a glimpse of the handwriting.

"Wow this is really pretty, I wish I had the skill to make something like this." The green-haired girl gasps, "Um, the message is kind of vague though. I would think twice before-..Wait! I recognize this writing style." Collei's eyes widen in realization.

"You do?! Who is it?"

"Aa!" Collei yelps, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Uh! No one! I-I saw wrong, whats that? I'm being called to a super urgent task that need to be done NOW?" Collei starts backing away, smiling like crazy.

"Sorry Y/n, I have to go. But it seems like you just have to face this head on, you got this!" Collei waves goodbye before fleeing the scene. Leaving you utterly and completely dumbfounded.

"Okay, that was also, very weird." You said to yourself.

Maybe if Collei couldn't help, Tighnari could. Your boss was always very knowledgeable when it came to..pretty much everything. He would know...

"I don't have any idea what that is about." Tighnari concluded after only a short look at the letter. "What!? But Tighnari you have to know, you're my last hope!" You wailed, helplessly throwing your arms in the air. To show how much in distress you were.

"Y/n, I am honored you think so highly of me to come ask for..advice. But my area of expertise lies in botany and the rainforest, not some..letter." Tighnari’s sighed and his ears twitched.

"Did you ask anyone else?" Tighnari inquired and turned around to start sorting his shelves of stuff. Leaving you to look at his back and pretty tail.

"I did ask Collei, but she just told me that 'You have to face this head on! You got his!" You told him, basically kicking rocks in your mind.

"Well, do that then. Figure out what you want to do about it and do it. There really isn't much more to it." You could feel Tighnari’s eyes rolling at you, like they often times would.

"Hm, okay. Maybe you're right.." You hum, taking your friends advice and trying to think things through.

Tighnari takes the chance to get a quick sideways glance to where you stand and rub at your chin thoughtfully.

There’s a crease in between your eyebrows; maybe you're confused again. In Tighnari’s stomach, a weird tumbling, giddy feeling is lurching around.

"Uhm..I, hm..." You mumble deep in thought. Tighnari smiles a little helplessly at you. The forest watcher honestly thinks you look so fucking hot and somehow adorable right at that moment.

"Whoever it is, I suppose I have to meet them. It seems urgent..right?" You finally come to a conclusion,

"Oh! Ah, yes. It does seem..urgent. You should definitely meet them, if that is what you want Y/n." Tighnari nods affirmative, you note that he seemed to have been also deep in thought.

“What do you think they want to ask you?” Tighnari asks. And that gets your attention immediately.

Determined, he sits up and grabs you by the wrist. Your skin tingling at the contact Tighnari’s slender and warm fingers.(does the dude use handlotion??) “Do you think they want to be your..partner?”

"I, I don't know, probably not? Haha, who would want that from me?" Your words stumble out nervously, you hope that he couldn’t feel your quickening heart.

"Y/n anyone would be so lucky to have you." He looks into your eyes with such determination of something deep, something you couldn't understand. He brings himself closer until the two of you are now facing each other. You can feel his breath on your face.

Then, suddenly Tighnari pulls away. Letting go of your hand, "I-..Hopefully whatever you find will be satisfying for you. Y/n."

And so you wait, you watch as the sun sets on the horizon and the moon takes it's place.

You walk along the grassy path, steering clear of the lurking shadows of night and staying in the light that the moon provided. Until you reach you destination.

"Hi Tighnari." Your smile reaches your ears, "This wasn't a surprise, was it?" Tighnari scratches the back of his ear sheepishly.

"Not after today, no." You laugh softly, "After what you said, I started thinking. I do hope that the stranger that invited me here to be my partner." You step close to him, he has shed out of his day wear.

Now only wearing a light purple nightgown that seems too light for the cool breeze running through the forest at night.

He looks so beautiful, the moon crowning his head. The soft intricate patterned clothing, making him seem so much more vulnerable than you have ever seen him.

"And it's because I want that stranger to be my partner." You let out a satisfied sigh. Both of you suddenly feeling very warm despite the previous breeze.

"That stranger is if you'll have him."

[oekaki-chan]

hi clef!! i first stumbled upon your art on twitter via a comic tutorial you posted. i finally decided play AA a month ago and remembered about your art and thankfully found your account again. After also finding your tumblr,, its just. wow. going through people's art tags is always a journey, especially when theres stuff in it that are older than a decade, haha. i just wanna say that your improvement over time motivates me to keep drawing, as ive been recently studying forms and shapes in other people's art, and yours is definitely one of the best examples. As im taking a gap year to work on a portfolio for college, i finally had the proper opportunity to start studying art as i wanted.

i mainly wanted to ask- when drawing, what types of references do you use for character poses? they always seem really natural but also have that "homemade feeling"- as in applied really well into an art style. The way you draw expressions is also really immaculate! I was wondering (if its alright with you), whether if you have tips on that too?

thank you regardless, and i hope you have a great day!

I hope this doesn't come off as bragging because honestly when I'm drawing poses I almost never use references 😭💦 During my art journey I conditioned myself to draw without references because my parents didn't allow me to have internet access until I went to high school, it was hard to get references for drawing so it was mostly just "frick around and see what happens", I just tried to project whatever I have in mind into the canvas 😂 Instead of training my eyeballing skill, I ended up training my muscle memory and the way I imagine poses in my head (that's why I'm a bit bad with realism drawing because I have bad eyeballing and real-time observation skills).

I do use references sometimes when the pose is a bit hard to get because it has many foreshortenings and hidden parts like this Diavolo doodle I made, but I studied the reference instead of tracing it so I can get a better gist of how things work in case I'll need to draw the same pose again in the future. (Also I hate that whenever I try to find some references for a specific pose google suggested me porn sites instead zzzz)

But I'm not saying using references is wrong, not at all ��!! It's just my way of drawing! I'm lazy and get distracted easily once I'm scrolling the internet pages, it's also why I don't usually use 3D models in CSP because trying to get the right pose with that may take a while and the outcome isn't really worth the time because it often looks stiff, weightless, and unnatural.

And same goes for expressions! I think being a (somewhat) avid manga reader extends my visual library for expression (and um, I think drawing steamy stuff helps too because you can practice drawing exaggerated expressions and poses, just make sure you're not drawing the same type of expression and pose/angle over and over 😳💦)

I hope this helps and I'm sorry it got a bit long 😭😭!!

[daialune]

Hiya! Your writing is amazing and I wanted to ask if you could write about a well known supervillain interviewing a veterinarian civilian about the caretaking process of various deadly animals? I thought this might be a fun prompt to try

Domesticated Fangs

AAA!! such a fun and unique prompt!! i hope i make ya proud w this!! (also aa u flatter me) A/N: this is the longest prompt fill i wrote!! also did some research for it so i have a big brain now ENJOYY

The sun was setting as Civilian started locking up their office at the vet they worked at, it was a rather slow day in their opinion. All they treated today was a puppy whose owners were concerned by its belly only to find out it was just eating healthy. 

A bell chimed while they cleared up the magazines in the waiting lounge, they assumed it was the receptionist.

“How was the cig break?” Civilian asked as they fluffed the pillows.

“I don’t smoke, darling.” A velvety voice replied.

Civilian turned to see SuperVillain in their suit and mighty mask. Their heart lunged to their throat and froze in their place.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite, just here to ask a professional like you some questions.” SuperVillain reassured them as they closed the door behind them.

“...How do you know that I’m a professional, maybe I’m not that skilled.”

“Ah, you are very humble,” SuperVillain started, “you were all over the news for your findings when you were in university, known for your outstanding graduation project, and many other things.” 

“That was… Years ago.” Civilian sighed.

“Still makes you a valid source for my questions.” SuperVillain sat in one of the chairs in the waiting room with their legs crossed ever so gracefully. 

Civilian was utterly confused, the all mighty SuperVillain could've gone to anyone but came to them instead. They wondered what serious questions roamed their masterful mind.

“Alright.. Um… What can I do for you?” Civilian left a chair between themselves and SuperVillain, awaiting the mystery of their presence to be answered.

“I have some inquiries about some animals I would like to adopt.” SuperVillain shined a pearly smile.

Was that it? They wanted to know about animals? Civilian was taken aback by the simplicity of SuperVillain’s request.

“Oh? I… Think I can help! Are you looking to adopt a cat or a dog?” 

“A retired hunting Harpy eagle is one of the animals I have set my eyes on,” SuperVillain answered, “I was wondering if you knew their qualities and what I should provide them with.”

Civilian’s eyes widened, “A Harpy? That’s a known fatal eagle, SuperVillain, I don’t think it would do as a house pet.”

“I reckon a retired eagle like him would be a lovely pet, don’t you think?” SuperVillian’s fangs showed as they spoke, making Civilian gulp.

“If you’re able to get them an enclosure with monkeys and snakes, then sure! They'd be perfect.” Civilian said sarcastically, only to find SuperVillain writing it down. Oh, they are serious about this.

“Alright! Now,” SuperVillain piped up enthusiastically, “How about a Nile Croc? What should I prepare?”

Civilian thought about it, “W-well, they need a wide space with fresh water, and proper heating… about 26°C… And a proper fence to keep them from climbing and-... Well, eating everyone.” 

SuperVillain was very focused, nodding as Civilian explained, making them feel warm inside, understood for the first time in years. Civilian thought their studies were useless up until now, it was paying off in the weirdest yet thoughtful way possible. It was Civilian’s turn to ask the question that has been bothering them.

“Out of all the people you could have asked, why me?” Civilian quietly asked.

“Darling, I already told you the reason,” SuperVillain looked up through their lashes as they kept writing, "you know your stuff from heart."

Civilian pursed their lips to keep them from smiling and played with the hem of their uniform, flattered.

“So… What other animals are you thinking of adopting?”

“Some lovely cobras, maybe piranhas, every deadly animal from the zoo, really.”

“So... you’re going to steal them?”

“On the contrary, dear, I plan to give them the proper care the zoo fails to give.”

Civilian hummed in surprise, “What sparked that idea?”

“Your thesis, on endangered animals and the dangers of them being in captivity.”

Cheeks flushed, Civilan’s eyes darted to the floor, “O-oh.”

“It was a rather inspiring paper, very detailed and,” the villain looks up to meet Civilan’s eyes ”beautifully written, might I add.” SuperVillain grinned at the red mess Civilian became.

“I-it isn't much…” Civilian stuttered out.

“It is, you poured your heart out on this cause.” SuperVillain tucks in their notepad and stands up, taking out an envelope.

“What’s that? It isn't filled with drugs that’ll knock me out, right?” Civilian nervously laughed.

SuperVillain chuckled and handed it to them.

“It’s for your time, I do apologise for coming in after hours, but I wish not to scare anyone away from your center.” 

“How kind of you… Thank you.” Civilian’s words were quiet and genuine, SuperVillain heard it as they walked to the door.

“No, thank you.” SuperVillain winked as they walked out and only the bell’s chimes filled the lobby. 

Civilian breathed out a breath they didn’t know they were holding, closed their eyes as they opened the envelope. They peeked from one eye to see a check and a card.

The check was written to them by an unfamiliar name with an insane amount of money, with the message ‘For your future research.’

Civilian’s eyes widened as they gasped, they read the card behind the check to see a phone number with a scribbled ‘call me ;)’.

[ddarker-dreams]

Hi,

I'm asking you this 'cause you are one of my fav writers on this app and I'm too embarrassed to come off anon.

I used to be confident in my writing a year ago. The words used to flow into my head freely as I write and not even once I felt like it was a chore to me. I didn't doubt or fuss over stuff I write until one day I got criticized very badly. I received a huge feedback on how much my writing sucked (literally a page).

Now, every time I sit to write stuff i love, i fall into the pit hole of self doubts and start to loathe the style of my writing.

I know it sounds pathetic that one bad criticism has changed my mindset. And, writing stuff is my only outlet....

Today, I run a small blog on this app and so far the response for the stuff i write is so positive yet I can't shake away this insecurity and it is starting to take a toll on me.

How do I overcome this? I would appreciate any tips on getting better at writing and finding a unique writing style. Please ignore this ask if it makes you uncomfy tho. Again, I'm so sorry if I troubled you.

hello anon!!

aa… i'm really sorry to hear that this happened to you, unsolicited criticism can already be discouraging, but that sounds infinitely worse ?? i don't think you sound pathetic, it's pretty natural for people to remember negative experiences over positive ones. it just sticks in the brain longer. i'm a pretty sensitive person myself so i can see where you're coming from. i think one of the things that's helped me a lot is basically going 'so what lol' whenever i'm confronted with stuff like that. we're writing self-indulgent stories for fun (and free!), it doesn't need to be this generation's war and peace. it's okay for your work to be 'messy'. writing is like any other hobby, what matters more is enjoying the creating process rather than arriving at a super polished piece that's-100%-without-flaw-god-tier-ready-to-be-accepted-in-the-canon-of-the-bible level stuff. there's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting what you work on to be good, i absolutely strive for that myself, but when it feels more like a chore and i'm agonizing over it, i take a step back.

i didn't feel right giving you a watchmojo top ten tips to improve your writing reply in response to this. i was too busy going >:( at the thought of an absolute troglodyte thinking their silly one page of feedback that no one asked for was warranted. like. the world is on fire. we're seeing a surge in cash grabs that have absolutely zero soul behind them. creativity is constantly shoved to the side for a quick buck (hbo max flipping off their animators, ZA/UM booting the minds behind disco elysium who spent literal decades working on the game, the list could go on forever). create what you want and what you love, if someone tries to come @ you with rude feedback, that's cringe. 'you forgot to collect the homework' type energy. zero bitches. lame. zzzzzz.

all this to say . i want to encourage you to not feel burdened that you need to improve your writing PRONTO, because if that's hovering over you, it'll sap away your joy while writing. the thought alone makes me sad. there is no person on the planet who has experienced the exact set of circumstances that you have, meaning you have something to contribute that's entirely unique to you. you can describe things in ways people could never think to because they aren't you, you can infuse your distinct personality into your work, create something from nothing. you already have your own unique writing style; everyone does.

i'm sorry if this isn't coherent or useful, i just ended up getting heated HJTKEMG please keep writing anon!!! but remember that it's okay to take breaks when the negatives outweighs the positives during the writing experience. in fact, it's perfectly normal across the board for any hobby. i'm wishing you the best of luck.

[notstilinski]

Midnight Mass Starters !

Taken from the 2021 Netflix series, Midnight Mass! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! Keep in mind that some spoilers for the show will be present!

“Are they okay? They’re gonna be okay?”

“While you’re at it, ask him why He always takes the kids, while the drunk fucks always walk away with scratches.”

“Oh, their lips to God’s ears. No. They’re lips to my ass.”

“I’m good. I’d actually prefer not to smell like cat shit.”

“You know, sometimes there’s a storm, and it floods, and those bodies just pop up right out of the ground. Cat food.”

“I’m surprised that you’re surprised. I figured this is where you wanted to be. You were trying to break in, after all.”

“This isn’t a community anymore, honey. It’s a ghost.”

“Come on, no one can fool the altar boys.”

“No, uh, I think that you’re the prodigal one. I’m just the black sheep.”

“Look at us, back where we started. The one place that we swore we’d never end up.”

“So, I mean, you came back… Here. You came back here on purpose. Why?”

“Ride out the storm tonight, and then tomorrow, you’ll see what tomorrow is all about. Find another project.”

“Well, that’s the thing about where we’ve been. It’s important, sure. But it’s not as important as where we’re going.”

“Every place before where I am now, well, they were just leading me here even if I didn’t know it at the time. Even if I didn’t see it.”

“Are you really walking by without saying hi?”

“This darkness. This blackness that spilled into us.”

“Even out of the blackness, love will rise again.”

“I don’t want to hold up the town’s pariah.”

“Shit I did, I don’t care about me so much either. But what did he ever do? What did he ever do to you?”

“My friend here is just leaving, and they mean no harm. Not they’re fault that they were born woefully fucking unfunny.”

“You ever hear of RR? AA for pirates.”

“See, I’m a pretty rational person, and you know that all our myths, our religions, come from natural occurrences that we can’t explain.”

“No, it’s more than that. You take care of people.”

“You stole from me things I didn’t even have yet. You reached through time, (Name)! You reached through time and stole!”

“If I can forgive you, (Name), then anyone can.”

“It’s like this particular brand of self-righteousness that is exclusive to a certain breed of religion.”

“But just now… It’s like I woke up, and there you are.”

“Told you they’d catch on. We’re a trio now.”

“But then being in there with you, and (Name), and talking like that, talking under those circumstances where I feel like... maybe my life might be worth it.”

“It felt too easy to leave. Like, I shouldn’t just leave.”

“I guess I’m a glutton for punishment.”

“I knew all the while that I’d have to lie to the very people that I’m here to save.”

“All three of us, we, um, we were a little scared shitless.”

“I already had resentment in my heart, and I shouldn’t have.”

“But children just don’t do what you did on their own, not unless one of their parents has failed them something awful. And you’re mother’s a saint, so I guess that just leaves me.”

“It’s a special kind of self-pity to identify with the destruction of Jerusalem.”

“Everyone gets their wings clipped at some point.”

“I think we all want, so badly, for there to be a reason. For everything. And some justice, and some comfort when we die.”

“That’s what we mean when we say heaven. No mansions, no rivers of diamonds or fluffy clouds and angel wings. You are loved. And you aren’t alone.”

“Give yourself over, while you understand it or not.”

“Well, at least they didn’t call them Bong.”

“When something like this happens, we are all supposed to be the same.”

“He seemed fine. But that’s what they say. People who aren’t okay.”

“Just wondering who the hell lit those campfires in the sky.”

“You were aware of yourself, but you acted involuntarily.”

“I worry. I worry about that one. They’re hardly the reliable sort.”

“You brought me out here, where there is nowhere for me to go, to do what exactly?”

“See, I can’t believe you’d want to scare me. I don’t believe that.”

“I’m not as strong as you. I never was.”

“I’ll show them, they don’t have to be afraid of us. I’ll show them who we are.”

“What I know is that (Name) sacrificed everything. Everything. Because they thought I could help.”

“It never made sense to me. We say there’s a heaven and that it’s waiting for us. Then we claw, fight and beg for a few more minutes at the end.”

“We made our choices. We lived our lives.”

“Is that what I’ll become? Just an animal who can’t resist?”

“I suppose virtue isn’t a virtue if it doesn’t cost you anything.”

“I am so proud of you, and I just wish that we had gotten to know each other.”

“I don’t know, but I think that I killed my mom.”

[riouri]

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Hi there! I'm riouri, and I like love Stranger Things and I also love writing.

I take requests, and since this is the pinned post, just sneak a peak at the line above. The open/closed word will be highlighted when requests are open/closed.

The requests I take: I mainly write SFW but I will sometimes write smut. I mainly write romance imagines [only for Billy, Steve, Eddie] but I write daily life/friendship imagines as well [for mainly all of the kids]. I usually write imagines, but I also do drabbles, so make sure to clarify if you want a drabble. I also write in 1, 2, and 3rd P.O.V., and it depends on what pov I feel like writing from, so if you have a specific one in mind, make sure to specify.

I have 2 prompts for requests, one with lines and another with character traits. They will be featured towards the bottom of the post, but here is a link for the line prompts [click here] and here is a link for the character prompts [click here]. Btw- I am accepting requests with ideas to add to the character prompts.

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I wish you a wonderful day/night and many more to come! Enjoy cute Finn. [Prompts are below the adorable picture]

Line Prompts For Requests- *not required*

“What if I just kissed you?”

“But you lied to me!"

“You’re the only one I want”

“Come, I want to show you something.”

“I love you.”

“I don’t think I would be able to live without you.”

“Boohoo. Cry me a river”

"Stay?" "What?" “I need you.”

“Can you knock?!”

“Stop looking at me like that”

“I hate you-and you need to stay away from me.” “Never.”

“You deserve so much better than this. You really do.”

“What? It’s like-three in the morning”

“Get your ass over here“

“Don't leave”

“Of course I’m right. I’m always right!”

“So help me, god!”

“Those things that you said yesterday- Did you - uh- mean them?”

“I think that I love you and that scares the crap out of me!”

“No way in hell am I doing that.”

"No way in hell is that happening"

“What are you doing awake right now?”

“Don’t ever do that again- you hear me?”

“What did you do this time?”

“Well, this is kinda awkward.”

“I am not friends with- them.”

“Shi-You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

“I can’t keep doing this, [insert name].”

“Hey, did you sleep last night?” “I can sleep when I’m dead”

“You're cute, but so fucked up.”

“Why are you talking to me?”

“Stop being so attractive!”

“What happened to you?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Here, um- take my jacket/shirt.”

“Don’t touch me.”

"Do you guys wanna build a blanket fort?”

“Did you do all this just to get my attention?”

“Where do I know you from?” “From your dreams, sweetheart.”

“What the hell were you thinking?” “To be honest, I’m not quite sure.” 

“Fuck, I need a drink[cig/shot] to deal with you.”

“It didn’t seem important at the time!”

“What- What are you doing here?” “I work here [name/nickname]. Don’t act so shocked to see me.”

“You can't lie for shit.”

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Reader’s Character Prompts *not required*

*some things here aren't necessarily character traits, just some details about the character*

AA. Absolute badass

BB. Sarcasm. all. the. time.

CC. Sibling of a Hawkins character

DD. pretty pink chick

EE. Cheerleader *slightly different from 4*

FF. Reader is the other babysitter and the other mom of the Hawkins kids.

GG. Artist. Arms covered in her doodles all the time

HH. “Innocent” but totally not.

II. Reader has a bunch of hidden tattoos

*Liable to additions in the future- btw, you can request to add a prompt to the list!*

[wondersbeyondcompare]

Berenice Birthday Union Card (2022)

That time of the year again! Except that I managed to actually finish on time due to not fun reasons, but yay I’m done!! 🥳 Happy birthday to my ghost daughter! Ily very much!

And the groovy picture’s included at the very end!

Part 1

Berenice: It appears to be my birthday once more!! How exciting~!

Berenice: Although that giant bird of a headmaster made me promise not to pull a stunt like last time in exchange for a proper interview… I can’t help but wonder if he followed through.

Berenice: Whoever the die chose this year must be awfully bold to keep me waiting this long~ It’s as if they soiled their pants at the very thought of seeing me and ran back to their room, losing themself in their silly little television games again!

Berenice: Aaa~aa, I wonder what the headmaster would think if I barged into his office again to send forth a complaint! The current dorm leader of Ignihyde is unsuitable to lead; grant him a watch and fresh pants as a parting present, please and thank you!

???: O-Oi! Dorm leader! Would ya’ hurry up already and get out there already!? She’s getting on my nerves!

???: Bu-But I don’t understand why I have to make an IRL appearance for something like this!! Wouldn’t the tablet be oka-

???: We’ve been over this already! The headmaster said she requested an in person interview! And you know what happens when Miss Berenice doesn’t get what she wants.

???: I- I see. Then there’s only one option to choose then. g2g

*running sfx*

???: Dorm leader Idia?!

???: Dammit! That coward made a break for it!

*whoosh*

*rustle*

Idia: HIIEEEE!!!

Berenice: Found~ You~!

Idia: Be- Berenice-shi!!! Time out, time out!!!

Berenice: Geez~ Even after that whole monologue you still wouldn’t show your face. You’ve heard less savory threats in your computer games and gotten riled up over those. What could possibly be the difference?

Idia: …well most of those insults aren’t coming from a crazy ghost with a chokehold around my neck!

Berenice: Huh? Did you say something?

Idia: Nothing! Never mind! …Um, here.

Berenice: !!! A present??? How unexpected! What could it be~ What could it be~

*rustle* *rustle*

Berenice: A tinier box inside the bigger box! Just like those Matryoshka dolls!

Idia: It’s a console! Remember?! You broke mine beyond repair while trying to find the power button.

Idia: At first I ordered myself a new one to replace the broken one, but… you seemed really interested in it, so I ended up getting one for you too. plus the headmaster said the interviewer’s gift was required, so…

Idia: This one’s an older model, so the graphics won’t be as great. Plus you break everything you touch, so I had to add a super resilient case to it. I was considering the effectiveness of stacking several screen protectors, but since that would affect touch sensitivity, I decided to use only 1. It was a pain in the ass to apply as usual, but altogether everything looks better than expected, fufufu…

Berenice: …Thank you. I’ll treasure it.

Idia: Hmm? Somehow her expression changed…

Berenice: Does that mean you’ll make the time to teach me some games?!!

Idia: Guh-! Ma- Maybe someone else?!! I’m pretty busy as a dorm leader, so-!!! All these events I have to get to!! And dailies and such!!

Part 2

Idia: Let’s just get this interview completed so I can move on to a different task… *clears throat* Berenice-shi, “if you could pick any student from Night Raven College to be your sibling, who would you choose?”

Berenice: Obviously Ortho!

Idia: Ortho-?! But it can’t be from your own dorm!

Berenice: Haha! Well, I’m flattered to hear that you’ve finally accepted me into your dorm!!

Idia: That-!

Berenice: Hahaha!! I’m just pulling your leg. Let’s see… A sibling from a dorm other than Ignihyde… Ah. There was that one boy that I’ve become quite interested in. His name is at the tip of my tongue… What was it again?

Idia: Is it that hard a name to remember?

Berenice: Oh! I got it! Malleus Draconia! That’s who I want as my little brother!

Idia: MALLEUS-SHI?!! THE GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE THE FINAL BOSS OF A FANTASY MMORPG??? And, wait, did you say ‘little brother’?!!!!

Berenice: Yes. Is there a problem with that?

Idia: No- Not really… Though I have to ask, why him?

Berenice: Well! We have the same hair color, so I would blend right into the family tree! And he’s tall, so he would be able to reach the top shelves for items out of my reach!

Idia: Don’t you just float everywhere you go, though…?

Berenice: He’s also got stellar horns!! And he looks eager to learn about things he doesn’t know, so he’ll always have his big sister Berenice to teach him! And the way he looks kind of down everytime people forget to invite him is sooo~ cute~!! Like a lost puppy!

Idia: Cute?!!! For him??!! No, no, no, Ortho is cute. Chibi rigs of your in-game oshis are cute. But Malleus-

Berenice: -is also cute!! Moving on~!

Part 3

Idia: “If you were to join any dorm other than Ignihyde, which dorm would you choose?”

Berenice: Hmmm… Well, now I’m stumped. This is a much more difficult question than the first.

Idia: …Really.

Berenice: Heartslabyul could always be fun, but that little red headed boy with the big stick yells too much whenever I visit, so I wouldn’t want his voice always ringing in my ears.

Berenice: Pomefiore and Octavinelle… Are too uptight for me. Even if I take the time to ruin their classy atmospheres, it’s not like anyone would entertain me like they do in this dorm.

Berenice: And although it would be amusing to see that snake boy pop a vein at my shenanigans, the current Scarabia dorm leader would probably welcome any chaos I bring, so there would be no interesting reactions there.

Berenice: The Savanaclaw dorm leader is normally asleep…And even if I wake him, he doesn’t always lash out at me like he does with the others… Haah…

Berenice: I guess I’ll have to join my hypothetical little brother Malleus in Diasomnia. Though I have to admit… I don’t have fond memories of that place.

Idia: The atmosphere of that dorm’s not too different from ours, so I get how you eventually came to that option. But memories? In the past… could you have possibly- GUH

Berenice: Haha! Well that’s enough reminiscing for one birthday! Now be a dear and grant me the gift of good fortune already~! Here! The cake!

Idia: Bu- But why do you also have a plate in your hand?!

Berenice: Well I can’t be the only victim here, can I? Now let’s go~! 1,2,-!

Idia: Happy birthday, Berenice-shi!

[justagost]

Face him head on - A Narumitsu Fic

So I got into the AA fandom recently and... I love Bratworth??? And I like seeing Bratworth/Feenie content? So I wrote this:

Basically, Post SoJ Edgeworth and Wright get teleported (with some Magatama incident) in the years where they were young, aka Bratworth’s and Feenie’s (Pre-Dahlia) years, but, Wright appears in the courthouse with young Miles, and Edgeworth in Ivy University with young Phoenix. So, the old counterparts, to get back together, make their young selves meet again.

I know this sounds complicated af, but I swear it’s a LOT easier to understand if you just read it

Spoilers for: Most of AA: Trials and Tribulation and Turnabout goodbyes 

Warning: Mention of blood, fluff, and a bit of horny Bratworth for Older Phoenix and his fancy suit. Nothing explicit  

Words count: 3.700

Enjoy~

Edgeworth paced the tribunal’s hall, his shoes clicked on the smooth pavement, Von Karma was to arrive soon for a trial and he was sure the man was going to want to meet him for a regular check-up on victories and progress. Miles wasn’t really ecstatic about it, but he had no choice, so he used this time to prep-talk himself, that was until a voice from a man he had just surpassed stopped him, “Excuse me, um… what year are we in?”

How could you not know the current year? “What a foolish question, you should be out of this world to not know.” He turned around with his eyes close, “We are well in two-thousand and–” but as he opened his eyes, his words were cut off by the sight of a well-dressed man in multiple shades of blue.

The stranger’s eyes widened, “M-Miles?” he stuttered, and Edgeworth flinched at the use of his name, making him forget all about the suit, “H-How dare you call me by my first name?! It is highly inappropriate and unprofessional, especially from a stranger” the annoyance from his own situation with his mentor arose and he turned around to leave with a “Hmph!” as he was stopped again: “What do you mean ‘stranger’ Mi- Edgeworth? It’s me, Phoenix!”

He scanned his memory for that name, but only one person came to mind- and it definitely wasn’t them. They were part of his past and also the same age as Miles, so it was impossible.

The man shifted behind him, “Really Edgeworth? Does the name ‘Phoenix Wright’ not ring any bells?”

Wright?

His breath hitched.

With an expression full of surprise, he turned back to the man and stared: the spiky hair, the ocean-deep eyes… an attorney badge?!

No, it wasn’t the Wright, it couldn’t be.

He shook his head, “There is no logical way you are the Wright I’m thinking about-” a soft smile welcomed his confused gaze, “But I am- “ He fished for something in his pocket, “Here” and opened his hand to present it to him, Edgeworth accidentally gasped out loud: Signal blue, worn out and slightly faded.

“H-how?” he let out a shaky breath, clutching his arm with the one that wasn’t carrying his bag, “You are my same age- yet you look much more mature-” and hotter, “And what are you doing in a courthouse? Why do you have a defence pin- no” he stopped himself, “You are trying to fool me. You are not who you say you are”

A deep sigh came from the supposed Wright, “I know it’s hard to wrap your head around it- but it’s me, from the future”

His confusion disappeared in an instant, replaced with anger, “What nonsense are you spouting?!” He almost took his leave for the third time, “You want proof, Edgeworth?” his words stopped him once again, as Phoenix shoved his hands in his pocket again, “Then there is proof!” he fished out a device he had never seen before, he deduced it was a cellphone, but much more technological: it didn’t have a keypad and it lit up to show an image with various people in it, just for it to change. The man pressed the screen and there was a calendar which showed the same date but another year– so far away from the current one.

“See? This is almost twenty years ago for me, of course I look older, but it’s me” He placed a hand on his chest for emphasis, “Here- I’ll even show there is an older version of you!” he clicked the screen again and a cellphone contact with the name ‘Miles Edgeworth’ was there: the number was his.

He still couldn’t believe it, but the longer he stared at the man, the longer he could see Phoenix Wright, the kid with the biggest brightest smile he had ever seen, something in his chest was bubbling at the memories of his childhood friend.

“Edgeworth I know this is confusing and very sudden but– you need to help me find my Edgeworth” those words deepened that feeling, my Edgeworth…

“If I’m here with you, that probably means he’s with twenty years old me– you have your car already, yeah?” He stuttered out a reply, “Then please Edgeworth, help me find him” Phoenix grabbed both of his shoulders and stared at him with his glittery eyes.

His instinct was to say yes, but the fury of Von Karma about making him wait would be inevitable… but those eyes… his touch…he was so close…

“Yes…” he panted out, his breath missing from the closeness of his childhood crush, and the next second, he was being dragged down the hall: Phoenix was holding his hand.

His face lit up and the fire within him started to crackle louder: the man was well-toned, the blue suit was perfect for him- made for him, and that light blue vest… made him wild, it made his sculpted chest and thin waist even more obvious, the gold chain to his pocket and his shiny attorney badge complimented the look: Miles had to look away in shame for thinking such thoughts.

Without realizing it, Phoenix had dragged him all the way to the parking lot, like he was more than familiar with the courthouse layout… which he guess backed up his pin. “You already have the red sports car?” he looked at Edgeworth with a serious expression, which made him quiver a little, “Y-yes!”

He was dragged again until they arrived at the car, he managed to fish out his keys and unlock it, Wright stole them from his hand, his skin warm against his left a tingling sensation, “I need to drive, you don’t know where we’re heading. I know you don’t like that other people drive your car, sorry, but it’s an emergency” He flushed again as he entered the passenger seat, the question of how he knew such a thing was answered by the fact that Phoenix knew him in his… timeline? World? Either way, any type of complaint died in his tongue, too overwhelmed as the man started the car and Phoenix’s cologne filled the air: it was fresh and pleasant, it complimented his looks just as the suit did.

While they were speeding somewhere, the car was silent: mostly because Edgeworth was overwhelmed with... Phoenix, everything about him was too much to process.

How the little boy in his memory became this handsome man, why he was a defence attorney, how he came from the future… how the butterflies in his stomach hadn’t stopped since his name was brought up.

Yes, Miles had a bit of a childhood crush on Phoenix, but he had to stuff away his feelings since Von Karma had subtly introduced him to daughters of powerful friends of his multiple times, and had expressed how ‘He could choose between marrying a proper woman or dedicate his life to his job’.

But seeing a mature, sexy version of Phoenix had reawakened that old fire he thought he had extinguished.

The man driving fumbled with that device again and then placed it on his lap, the beeping made him realize he was calling someone.

“Phoenix? Are you alright?” a voice that sounded awfully like his own replied, Wright picked up the device, “Miles! I’m on my way!” So this was the older him! And they used their first names! This meant they were friends!

A wave of happiness washed over him knowing they reunited after all this time.

“On your way?! Phoenix how do you know where I am?!”, Wright turned left using only one hand to steer, which was… hot…

Edgeworth looked away and realized how much the sight had affected him… he could feel his pants become a little tighter... “I awoke at the courthouse, not too far away from twenty years old you, I presume you must be at Ivy university with twenty years old me”

“Yes…” They accelerated a little as the confirm came in, “I’m glad I caught him as he was leaving class… I swear I saw… Her… in the distance” Wright’s grip on the wheel tightened, his face winced like he was in pain: Who was… her?

“I should be there in five minutes or so, bring young me with you at the entrance: visitors aren’t allowed inside” an okay arrived from the device, “I’m… not wearing the sweater… am I?” The question was so weird Edgeworth snapped his head towards Wright in confusion, why what he was wearing matter?

A sight came from the other line, “No, fortunately you aren’t… I think you haven’t started da-” he stopped his older version of him on the phone, “Don’t Miles…” the man driving the car looked at him for a brief2 second, “You’re on speaker”.

A mortified “Oh” came from the other line, “I’ll see it for myself, bye” he placed the device on his lap again, not before a concerned, “Drive safe Phoenix” came as a goodbye.

Silence fell again, and it stayed that way for a while, Edgeworth was becoming restless, Phoenix could tell by how hards he was grabbing his arm, so he talked, “Say… you had your first trial already, yeah?” He winced at the memory of that man falling backwards, with blood spilling from his mouth… that girl smirking…

He shivered and nodded, a hand softly settled on his shoulder, “I’m sorry to bring back the bad memory, but I need to find out at what time both you and young me are living in right now” he nodded and dared a peek at Wright.

His brows were furrowed in concentration: he was thinking: “How do I ask this…” he mumbled, “Um.. Did you make it on the news?” The question threw him off, “Uh… Y-yes… an article about me was released not too long ago” Phoenix nodded, “Alright, so young me is aware of you”

A confused “Huh?” slipped past his lips. Phoenix shook his head, “Young me saw that article, that’s how…” he paused.

Wright had seen the article? A chill went down his spine… they didn’t talk too well about him on there… it mentioned all sorts of bad rumours. Did Phoenix hate him now?

“No, I can’t say more than this, you’ll see for yourself once we arrive”

It struck him that he was about to see Wright, well, the Wright he spent that blissful year of school with… his Wright.

“Hey… don’t overthink this, I can assure you everything will be fine” A comforting smile came from the man, Edgeworth nodded.

Now that he had seen older him, he couldn’t think how twenty-year-old Phoenix would look.

_______________

Phoenix parked and scrambled out of young Edgeworth’s car, the man was walking so fast he had no time to register where they were, thank god for the massive sign saying “Ivy university”. So this is where Phoenix ended up huh.

They approached the entrance by the big stairs, and once on top of them, there they were: The older version of himself reminded him too much of his father, the glasses were– as best as he could remember – the same model. He was wearing a long jacket a shade slightly different than his, the cravat was at its usual place and the black vest, he realized, matched with Phoenix’s, different colour, but it looked like the same model.

A smaller boy was standing almost behind him, gripping the sketchbook to his chest, a red scarf hid his reddened face: he was looking directly towards him. His stomach dropped: that was Wright.

“Phoenix!” His counterpart ran into adult Wright’s arm, embracing him for a few seconds before pulling away and cupping his cheeks, “Are you ok? Is everything all right?” the man with the spiky hair smiled, “Yes Miles I’m ok”.

After a sigh of relief, his old self looked right at him and scooted away from Phoenix, a little blush lit his cheeks. An awkward silence fell in the middle of the chaos of students leaving school.

“So… how do we go back?” Wright asked, adult him looked down in thoughts, “I’m not sure… but Maya shoved the magatama on me as soon as it started to lit up” He grabbed the side of his jacket and pulled a shaped rock out of it, “I presume we’ll have to use this… although you’re much handier with it than I am” He gave it to adult Wright and then looked back at him, he looked away: he looked so much like his father it hurt.

“M-miles…?” A broken voice called his first name, both Edgeworths looked at the young boy with the spiky hair. He was about to say how childish it was to call him by his first name, but his heart dropped as he realized: Phoenix was crying, subtly sobbing in the scarf, “Why didn’t you reply to my letters?” Edgeworth gripped his arm, “Why did you suddenly disappear?” he cringed, “Why are you a prosecutor?” he choked out the final question, Miles internally cursed von Karma and that damned earthquake.

“I..-” he attempted to reply, but Phoenix threw himself at him, making his briefcase drop: “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”  

The boy gripped him desperately, his first instinct was to shove him away, yell at him to stay back and disappear. Wright was part of his painful cursed past.

But the warmth of another body surrounding him… the closeness of his friend made him realized that he was the cause of his sadness: he had hurt Phoenix.

His brain screamed at him to free himself, but every inch of his body, touch-starved for years… and his instinct to protect him… they held his negative thoughts back from becoming true.

Adult Wright was holding that greenstone, absorbed in thoughts, but older him stared at his soul, smiling. Phoenix was a sobbing and shuttering mess, his suit was going to be ruined after this, but as if older Edgeworth read his mind, like this was a situation he’d been before, he whispered softly enough for only him to hear: “Don’t run, face it head-on”

After a few seconds of confusion, he almost physically recoiled as he realized what older him was saying: his suit getting stained, his pride being hurt, what von Karma taught him… they were all excuses to run away from an uncomfortable situation: this situation.

Face it head on… Phoenix’s feelings, all of the memories he reminded him of, the mistakes he had made, his hurtful past… He had to face them head-on.

But his feelings for Phoenix! The butterflies he got when a nine-year-old Phoenix smiled at him or grabbed his hand… the insecurity of preferring boys over girls that had started with the man in his arms-

Older him sighed and held out a hand in Wright’s direction, “Hm? Yes Mile- Hmf!” and grabbed older Phoenix’s tie, pulling him to… kiss him.

Miles’s eyes widened as he observed how Wright’s surprised expression melted into the kiss, his eyes closed and a hand crept up onto older Edgeworth for support: Edgeworth had told Wright his feelings, and he reciprocated them.

Every ounce of logic flew right out of the window and Miles hugged the still sobbing Phoenix tight, pushing him against his chest. He stiffened as a small gasp came out of the boy in his arms, he was just waiting for Phoenix to shove him away, to say that he hated him, to see his angry face… but Phoenix never moved away, actually, he whispered: “I missed you so so much…”

The gentle voice hit him straight in his heart, so he replied, “... I…  missed you too…” and closed his eye as tears threatened to spill out.

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They broke the kiss before it became too heated, panting, Phoenix, after recovering, asked, “What was that fo-” but he was cut off again as Miles took his chin and turned it to their younger versions directions, hugged as both of them cried. His husband smiled at the sight.

Edgeworth remembered how Wright told him, (when pretty drunk once after Edgeworth’s trial, and again, after Phoenix had almost died due to the bridge) how when he saw the ‘Demon prosecutor’ article, all he wanted was to hug Miles and ask him what happened.

Of course, Edgeworth knew that even if they had met back at that time, his phobia of the past and his repressed feelings toward men and Phoenix (because yes, they were two separate things), wouldn’t have allowed it, ever. Especially with all of von Karma’s hate for romantic relationships with ‘normal people’ in general, planted in his head.

He never told Phoenix what he wished would have been impossible, it wouldn’t have been nice. But as soon as he saw twenty years old Phoenix threw himself at twenty years old him, he knew exactly what thoughts were going on in his head. Denying young Phoenix of the hug would have hurt both older and younger Wright… and of course, his younger self too.

So, he thought to himself, that a little encouragement and reassurance wasn’t going to hurt. In fact, it was all worth it when his husband flashed that big soft smile of his at the sight.

After he stopped staring at the two young adults, he turned towards Miles, “I’m pretty sure I know how to go back: all we need to do is hold the magatama in our hands and think to walk back to Kurain village” he whispered, Miles nodded, “Thank god I caught it when Maya threw it at me” he replied, earning another smile from Phoenix.

They waited another minute before their younger selves untangled out of the embrace: Miles guessed their habit of long hugs was something that had always been there from the start.

After wiping their tears aways, Phoenix spoke first, “Alright, we are ready to return in our year-” Miles placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder, “Before we go, I’d like to speak to my young self… privately” Young Edgeworth looked away while older Wright nodded, “Ok… just, don’t say anything… risky” Miles flashed a smirk, “I have no intention to”. With that said, he walked towards twenty years old Edgeworth, “May I have a word with you?”, young him stuttered out a yes, and followed him a bit away from the Wrights.

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“von Karma is going to be furious when you show up late, so say confidently that you were stuck in traffic. Don’t say that there was an incident unless you run into one on your way back, he will probably check” Young him recoiled by how detailed the plan was, “O-ok…” he gripped his jacket, older him smiled, “Keep Phoenix close, no matter what the consequences” he placed both hands on young Miles shoulders, “You like him, don’t you?” After a pause and a cringy expression, he slowly nodded, “Don’t be ashamed of it, he won’t judge you. Phoenix will be there for you if you ever need anything” The wide-eyes stare he received made him smile, “You simply have to allow him in, and trust me: you’ll never regret it”

Edgeworth realized that his wedding ring was in full display, and maybe the news wouldn’t ease his younger self’s nerves, so he shoved his left hand in his pocket, and spoke right after to cover up the perhaps too rushed action, “At first, it may hurt to explain your situation to Phoenix, but it will only be at the start. Again: if you allow him in, he’ll only be of help and support. You just have to face him head-on”

Young Edgeworth was still a little confused, but as he took a quick glance behind his older self (probably to look at Wright) he nodded, “I… I’m scared…”

Of course he was, hell, he himself was scared when Phoenix came crashing into his life, shuttering everything he had built up until then.

“I know, your first instinct is to run, but unless you want to hurt him, it’s better that you explain your situation first thing first”

After letting young Miles elaborate a little more, they went back to the Wrights, and each Edgeworth took their rightful place next to them.

“Well, I guess it’s time we head back” Older Wright broke once again the silence, “I hope you too keep in touch from now on” they looked at their younger version look at each other and gaze away as a flush crept onto their cheeks, “T-thank you for bringing him to me… me” Young Phoenix bowed, as young Edgeworth’s blush deepened.

“Let’s go or we’ll worry Maya and Pearl” Miles waved at the two and grabbed Phoenix’s hand, leading him away. After they climbed down the stairs, they disappeared.

Wright and Edgeworth were left standing next to the other, “So… that really really just happened, huh…” the boy with the spiky hair huffed, turning to face his silver-haired friend: “So uhh… sorry for–” “I’m sorry Phoenix but I have to go, now” he cut him off, startling the boy, Miles dug into his briefcase and pulled out his business card, the one von Karma had him make before he even became officially a prosecutor, “We have a lot to catch up on but– there is a very inpatient person waiting for me and I’m already–” a soft hand crept on his shoulder, pulling him out of the small panic he had gotten into when he intterrupted the other boy, “I understand” Phoenix took the card and brought it to his chest, “I’ll text you and we can see each other with less rush” he smiled, and that made Miles relax, “Just- promise me something… “ a small hint of pain in his eyes made him look like a lost puppy, cute, “Please answer me this time”.

Edgeworth realized that not answering his letters might have hurt Phoenix more than he thought, but he nodded, “I will, I promise” and after a quiet goodbye, he rushed to his car, speeding carefully along the road.

von Karma, as his older self anticipated, bought the excuse, not after a little scolding, of course.

He was thankful that they were walking while talking, and he didn’t have to pay actual attention to the conversation, because Miles’s mind drifted off to how sexy Wright looked with that blue suit, and how cute Phoenix was with the red scarf.

Yes, the childhood friend was going to be a constant thought from now on, distracting him from his work, but as older him said: he wasn’t going to run away, he wanted Phoenix back into his life, and no von Karma or murder case was going to deny him that wish.