#but i got all the kids in by jove

[yumenosakiacademy]

theres always so much talk abt gifted kids who eventually burned out or w/e but what abt the gifted kids who werent ever rly all tht gifted at all. the kids who jus had a bit of a headstart for the first couple of yrs bc they could overthink a question or knew how to read or whatever. some of us werent ever rly all tht special. we were gassed up as being so soooo Gr8 but after the 1st couple yrs of Slightly Better Literacy wore off we werent anything special. we werent any better than most. n so we go slowly phased out of the gifted program or did more poorly than those tht were superior 2 us. we begin 2 fail what was expected of us. bc we could never rly truly compare. it was a mistake. a fluke. we jus had a bit of a boost in a category as, like, a 5 yr old or w/e. n as we grow up we realize we're dumber than we were 2 believe. we become nothing. what was it for? what was all of it for?

[a-killer-obsession]

In Heat (Bonus Fic)

By jove, yall went and got me to 300 followers! Thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart! As promised, here's the bonus followup to this fic, this time with Heat as the omega!

Prompt: Alpha/Omega + Breeding.

Additional Tags: she/her intersex reader, he/him intersex heat, omegaverse and all the usual that comes with it (marking, knotting, etc), friends to lovers, tiny recreational drug mention, mention of child mutilation in regard to intersex babies, transphobia but in a alpha/omega context?, dysphoria, breeding kink, praise kink, handjob, oral sex (giving), p in v sex, creampie, hurt/comfort

WC: 4k

Event Masterlist

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

“Heat, calm down,” Killer soothed, “it was just a small fire, no biggy. It'll be fixed next island, you can just set up in the commander's lounge for now”

“You don't understand!” Heat pulled at his hair as he paced, “my suppressants were in there!”

You watched as poor Heat nearly wore a line in the floor with his anxious pacing, after accidentally dropping a lit joint on his bed and setting fire to the comforter, along with half the room. Nobody got hurt thankfully, and the damage was minimal really, but his bed and side table had been heavily burned along with their contents. It wasn't a widely known fact that Heat was an omega, he presented like an alpha male, his closest friends were alphas, and with the suppressants masking his scent nobody ever questioned whether he was an alpha. Heat was actually a rarity, a genetic mix between sperm that wanted to be male and an egg that wanted to be an omega, a combination that would not usually result in a viable fetus, resulting in what many people would consider a freak, which meant he fit right in with the Kid Pirates.

Even rarer still was that he was intact, you knew this because you'd heard him speak about his cock piercings. Usually omegas like him were forcefully mutilated at birth to remove the ‘unwanted’ penis, an abhorrent practice that his parents had thankfully disagreed with. You hadn't seen Heat naked but you knew what his kind of omega looked like intact, he had a vaginal opening and female reproductive system, but instead of a clit he had a penis and no testicles. His body presented during puberty as a strong alpha male despite the omega cycle and scent, and while most omegas in his situation went by she/her, Heat identified as a man and went by he/him.

This contrasted with yourself, as an intersex alpha. It was something you and Heat bonded over, both being a rarity as well as identifying against the social norm. When you were born you looked by all accounts like a standard male, and when your scent glands began to develop it was clear you were an alpha. So when puberty hit and your body had filled out to smooth curves, your breasts had grown large and your skin and hair had stayed soft, it was a great dismay to your proud alpha father. The treatment of intersex alphas was far less problematic than the omega counterpart, since it didn't present till puberty, but most of your kind would be forced into unwanted top surgery and hormone replacement so they could fit society's image of what an alpha should be. You'd never really felt like a boy though, so you quickly started identifying as a woman and ended up running away from home at fifteen to avoid your father who was growing more threatening by the day. By law, as a minor at the time, he could have forced you to get the surgery and treatment against your will, so leaving was your only safe option. You skipped between pirate crews for several years until you met Heat and bonded over your similarities, joining the Kid Pirates and their band of freaks (affectionate) that made you feel so comfortable and loved regardless of your presentation.

“Just ask some of the girls for meds,” Kid huffed, “I don't see the issue here”

“They have a different kind to me,” Heat pouted, he hated being reminded of his differences even if his friends didn't care about them, “I'm not… normal… nobody has the right kind for me”

“How long do you have?” You asked carefully, grabbing his hand as he passed to still him and soothe him with gentle swipes of your thumb over the back of his hand, pushing out calming pheromones that made him shiver but lowered his heart rate. You were the only one he was okay with doing this, it made him feel emasculated when the other men did it, but if it was you it just felt affectionate, just a friend calming a friend, not an alpha subduing an omega.

“Till morning, probably,” he sighed, looking at where your hands met and letting your scent soothe him, “I usually take them at night so I'll probably go into pre-heat while I'm asleep”

“So pick an alpha,” Kid rolled his eyes, bored of this. He didn't really understand what the issue was. Omegas go into heat, alphas take care of them, what's the fuss? “I don't want you clawing at my door when you're out of your mind, pick someone while you're coherent”

“He's right, Heat,” Wire agreed, “there's no avoiding it. You're gonna go into heat one way or another, you can either beg one of us when you're not in your right mind and probably regret it after, or just give in and let one of us take care of you. It's just nature, you know none of us are gonna think less of you for it”

Heat groaned in annoyance but he knew they were both right. He didn't want to be in pain on his own for three days, he had four friends all willing to take care of him, he just had to swallow his pride and pick someone. Looking down at where your hands were still connected, the choice was easy, and he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Okay,” you said softly, immediately accepting his wordless request. It didn't come as a surprise, you had a feeling letting one of the men service him would make him hate himself afterwards. It was different with you, you understood his insecurities better than they ever could. “You wanna build your nest and stay with me tonight?”

He nodded shyly and sat beside you, finally calmed from his anxious episode. You let out more soothing pheromones and he let his torso fall against you, your fingers scratching his scalp reassuringly. “It's gonna be okay Heat, I'll take care of you” He hummed in response and let you rub his arm, giving in to the comfort you offered.

“I'll bring water and food to your room while he's building his nest,” Killer offered and you nodded in affirmation.

“Come on Heat, no time like the present,” you sighed, pushing him to stand. He let you lead him quietly to your room where you opened a cupboard full of scented nesting materials for him, rubbing his back reassuringly before helping him move the things he pulled out to the bed. You were well set for omegas, probably the most prepared of all the alphas on board, as the other girls all felt most comfortable with you during their heats. They still went to the others on occasion, but you were the one to go to if they craved softness. You even had a mini fridge and your own bathroom to easily take care of any needs while you were locked away with them, as did the other alphas on board, Kid, Killer and Wire.

Heat looked depressingly defeated as he arranged soft blankets and pillows in the corner of the room where you'd pulled out the small mattress that lived under your bed, building a protective, comforting nest in the corner, letting his instincts take over as he chose colours and textures that appealed uniquely to him. You dared not interrupt, nest building was sacred for omegas, but you sat nearby on your bed, so he knew you were there in support if he needed you. Killer brought up food and water for three days and you thanked him, setting it in the fridge and bidding him farewell before locking the door. It would be several days before either of you emerged, and keeping it locked with the seastone latch ensured no other alphas would catch his scent and go into a frenzy to get to him. Mostly Kid, he had a sensitive nose and very poor impulse control, and it had led to a few very physical fights between alphas before locks had been installed. An alpha under the influence of an omega's heat scent could fight to the death if it came to it to protect the omega, and it could get very ugly, very quickly.

He curled up in the nest with a sigh as he deemed it complete, looking up at you with forlorn eyes and reaching out one hand. You slid into the nest beside him, letting him nestle into you so his face was buried against your scent gland, your arms wrapped protectively around him.

“Are you gonna mark me?” He asked nervously.

“No, I'm not,” you assured him. Alphas were known to take advantage of omegas during their cycles, forcing claiming bonds onto them when they weren't in the headspace to deny it. “I'm not an aggressive alpha, I won't do that to you”

“What if… what if I want you to?” He asked softly. The question took you by surprise.

“Heat baby, just because you're having a cycle doesn't mean you need an alpha all the time,” you cooed, “you're so strong and independent, you're okay on your own. If you want me to claim you, I will in a heartbeat, you know how much I care about you. But I don't want you asking for it just because you're feeling vulnerable right now. If you still want it after your cycle, I'll give it to you, but not right now”

“Okay,” Heat mumbled sleepily as you pulled a blanket over the two of you, feeling more comfortable now at your assurances. Eventually you were able to get him to sleep, Heat making no complaints as you pumped out soothing pheromones to lull him, keeping him calm while his own scent reeked of anxiety and distress. You felt for him, what he was about to go through was a detriment to his entire identity and would no doubt leave him feeling ashamed and dysphoric once it was over. All you could do was keep him calm, take care of him through his heat, and hope you would be able to emotionally support him properly afterwards.

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Heat was living up to his name when he woke you the next day, sweating from how scorching hot his skin was, his scent ripe with pheromones and making your mouth unconsciously water. Your teeth clamped together on instinct, biting at air as you inhaled the thick scent and tried to get your wits about you. Heat was clawing at your clothes, trying to undress you before your eyes were even properly open, his own clothes already shed and his cock painfully hard. “Need~” he whined, “need you”

“It's okay Heat, I've got you,” you cooed, pushing him onto his back and kneeling between his thighs, even as you still blinked the sleep from your eyes. You stifled a yawn and shook your head, trying to shake the heaviness of sleep, while Heat spread his legs and squirmed, slick already dripping from him and dampening the blanket underneath him. The sweet smell of it was so alluring, your dick twitching to life. You leant down and wrapped one hand around his cock, making him yelp from how sensitive he was despite your gentleness. You held it out of the way as you pumped him slowly, bringing your mouth to his cunt and pressing your tongue inside him where you knew he needed you. You'd never serviced an intersex omega but you could only assume that it would be the same as the girls, but instead of a clit you had a cock to stimulate. It was still a two part affair as it was with full female omegas, so you were confident you could make him feel good. Perhaps even better than the females, since you had experience with your own cock.

Heat moaned and pulled at your hair as you thrust your tongue in and out of him, clear precum dripping from his cock. Much like a full male alphas after a vasectomy, intersex omegas could cum, but without testicles their release was mostly clear and unable to impregnate, ensuring they could not accidentally impregnate themselves. You ran your thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum down his shaft and using it to lubricate him as you pumped at a rate that matched the speed of your tongue. You knew he couldn't be properly satisfied without being knotted, but you felt more comfortable getting him off at least once first so you knew you wouldn't hurt him when you did penetrate him.

It didn't take long at all for him to cum, so very pent up and needy, slick gushing from his pussy and coating your tongue as you swallowed it down with a groan, rutting your cock into the blankets below at the sweet taste that was unique to him as his own cock spilled ropes of thin liquid, dribbling over your knuckles and wetting his pale blue public hair. “Good boy Heat,” you cooed, licking him and your hand clean, making kitten licks up his still hard cock, your dick throbbing at the sight of him wet and squirming, desperate for your knot.

“Br-hnng-bre-ed me-e,” he stuttered, reaching for you, an arm draped over his eyes, unable to bring himself to look at you as he made the request.

“I'll give you what you want baby,” you purred, rubbing your hands over his thighs, “you wanna do it like this or you wanna roll over?”

Heat whined and rolled onto his front, arching his back and sticking his ass in the air to present it to you the way his instincts told him to. Right now he was at their mercy, and they were screaming submit, submit, submit. “Good boy, Heat, you're doing so good,” you assured, rubbing his back as you pumped yourself a few times and lined yourself up, “gonna give you what you need now kay?”

“Please,” he cried, backing himself into you to force you sink into him faster, making you let out a small hiss while he moaned at the feeling of being filled, “need it, need your knot”

“I know Heat,” you held his hips firm but not painfully hard as you began thrusting into him, “gonna make you feel better okay? Just hold on a little longer, I'll be as quick as I can”

“Use me,” he whined, “use my hole, breed me, knot me”

“Fuck, Heat,” you moaned. You were used to omegas saying filthy things during their cycle but to hear it from Heat, a man so much larger and stronger than you, was sending electricity straight to your dick. “Good boy, such a good boy, taking me so well”

Heat was balling the blankets below him into tight fists, throwing himself back at you to set a much harsher pace than you intended, forcing you to fuck him much harder. You leaned forward and reached around him, making him almost scream as you took his cock in your hand and pumped it at the same rough pace, quickly putting him over the edge and letting out a shrill cry that the whole ship no doubt heard as he came, shooting ropes of clear fluid over the blankets and dripping slick in a near constant flow that ran down his thighs and pooled at his knees. His cunt clamped down around you and you moaned as you felt your knot swell, panting hard as it popped and you unloaded inside him, Heat kneading at the blankets like a cat and purring as you filled his cunt with a heavy load of hot viable cum. After his heat he'd be given a tonic to keep him from falling pregnant, but for now you would continue to fill him as much as you physically could till he was sated and his body deemed him properly bred.

“Good boy Heat,” you panted, rubbing his back, “you did so good baby, I'm gonna move you now okay? We're gonna go to your left so you can lay down while I deflate, alright?”

Heat whined as you guided him to lay on his side, wrapping your arms around him and pressing kisses against his back. You heard the whimper of a cry as his scent turned foul with sadness, and you replied with your own soothing scent. “You're okay baby, you're okay,” you cooed, squeezing him tight, “you're no less a man, okay? This is just natural, you're just doing what your body needs. Just a few days and we'll get you your meds and you won't have to do this again okay? Be brave my love, can you do that for me?”

Heat sniffed and his head shifted as he nodded, twisting his fingers to interlock with yours over his stomach as his crying came under control. As soon as your knot deflated enough to pull out you turned him to face you and held him close to your chest, a fresh wave of tears washing over him as he pressed his nose against your scent gland desperately to release more of your comforting scent. You rubbed his back and let him get the feelings out, your heart hurting to see him in such a sorry state.

Once his tears settled you convinced him to let you go, retrieving food and water for both of you and returning to the nest to hold him while he ate slowly, having not much appetite given his current depressed mood. You kept him close afterwards so he could fall back asleep feeling safe and protected, both of you needing to save your energy before the next wave of the heat came along.

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It was towards the end of day three, the room thick with the smell of sex, both of you exhausted and covered in bruises and scratches and love bites, Heat laying with his head on your chest as you sang quietly to him and scratched his scalp. You'd barely just removed your knot after the last round, cum still dripping from his overfilled cunt.

“I think it might be over,” he sighed with relief, “my head feels clearer”

“I'm glad,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand you'd been holding, “your skin feels like it's finally cooling, how are you feeling?”

“Sore, but content,” he breathed. His head moved to rest his chin on your breast, looking up at you with those perpetually sad eyes. “I think… I think I still want it”

“More sex?” You questioned, “like, just for fun?”

“I mean yes,” he blushed, “but… I mean… your bite”

“Ohhh,” you replied, “oh. You.. you want me? To be your permanent alpha?” Heat nodded shyly and sat up, pulling you with him. He bared his neck with a small needy whimper, and you hesitantly brushed his pale blue hair out of the way, heart racing. You'd never even considered claiming an omega. Intersex alphas were considered damaged goods, nobody wanted them. They were thought to be less viable, less strong, less capable of defending an omega and her young. You thought though, maybe Heat felt the same. This shared insecurity made your relationship with him stronger, made him more comfortable with opening himself up to be vulnerable with you. You could see the blood pulsing in his throat as he presented it to you, his scent gland slightly inflamed as an after effect of the heat, and you couldn't help but run your tongue over your sharp teeth.

“Please,” Heat whined, taking your hand and pulling you closer. You wove your fingers with his and held his hand, and he squeezed it hard as you sunk your teeth into his scent gland, your eyes rolling and your cock twitching back to life as you felt the bond ignite, not yet fully formed though. You licked the wound as you pulled your teeth out, baring your own neck and inviting Heat to lay his own claim. A bond from only an alpha's bite was still viable, often forced during a heat, strong enough on its own to make the omega dependent on the alpha. To allow the omega to bite back, to be vulnerable and allow them their own link to feel what you felt, was a great mark of respect, usually done between lovers. Heat eyes were wide with surprise, looking unsurely at your neck.

“Are you sure?” He asked nervously.

“Claim me, Heat,” you pulled him close, laying down so he was on top of you, giving him back his power, “I wanna be yours.”

Heat whined and kissed you hard, moving to straddle your hips and reaching down between your bodies so he could line himself up, your words and the fresh bond making him needy for you again, this time of his own free will. His hormones were no longer in control of him, he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Asking for your bite had been an act of self preservation, he didn't feel like he could ever feel so safe and loved with another alpha, so having you claim him ensured only you would ever take care of him if this ever happened again. With how sweet you'd been, he was considering ditching the suppressants all together, just so he could have you in his nest again. But you asking for his bite? It was practically a declaration of love, you may as well have proposed to him, and he was eager to return all of that affection in equal droves.

He swallowed your moans as he rode you, making love to you as you ran your hands over his body with gentle caresses, lost in his taste on your tongue and the feeling of his warm cunt embracing you. He only pulled his mouth away from yours to pant, both of you breathing heavily as you held each other tight and looked into each other's eyes, watching each other carefully, eyes deep and swimming with pools of love and devotion. His eyes closed for a moment as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I'm close,” he groaned, hips losing momentum as his energy dissipated. You held his hips and thrust up into him, your own energy lacking but unable to stop yourself, powering through to bring you both to one last climax.

“Heat, claim me,” you whined, baring your neck invitingly for him, pulling him to you. You both let out harsh cries as his teeth sunk into your neck and the bond came to fruition, joint pleasure compounding through the link and crashing into you both like a freight train. You called each other's names as you both shook and came harder than you ever thought possible, your stomach wet with threads of Heat's thin cum as it released from his cock, abdomen drenched as he squirted on you, your knot popping inside him and locking your bodies together as you saw stars and painted his insides white. He collapsed against you, very nearly crushing you with his large frame, both of you twitching from aftershocks, which in turn would be felt by the other through the link and set of another aftershock, a chain reaction that left you both panting and writhing till you were able to pull out of him and lay him beside you.

You could feel his love through the bond as you looked at him, his eyes closed and face relaxed with content, feeling safe beside you. You held him close, his arms wrapping tightly around you, warm tingling felt through the mental link as you ran soft hands over each other's bodies, both feeling more accepted and loved than you could ever dream.

[jaydovekj]

my favorite ace attorney characters and what I head canon their middle names to be

apollo - jovie. his mom got to pick his first name.... and jove picked his middle name.

kristoph - mortium. I rlly like the sound of it and also it has the root word "mort" which means death in latin and... yeah. ium indicates a metallic element and like. blood tastes like copper, no? idk but its mainly about the "mort" root part. sounds classy and a little bit pretentious, like kristoph

klavier - audium. its a theater name, yes. "aud" is a latin root word that means "to hear" or "to listen." he's musical, duh, but also I think it fits his character well. in aa4, really, that's what he does: listen. he listens to and trusts kristoph wholly in the beginning. also, literally, they listened to lamirior's song ike a million times and they listened (before the trial) to guilty love to figure out where the missed cut was. the name sounds like autumn. I think klavier is an autumn child. it also matches kristoph's middle name. they're doomed siblings, entwined fates, etcetera blah blah. that now post I need to dig up about aa4 being about what you hear instead of what you see lamiroir being blind and only able to hear what happened in turnabout serenade, apollo's loud ass voice, klavier's whole rock band thing, phoenix speaking up about kristoph n stuff, and just that resent theme. you can't trust what you see [ ex. forged evidence ] in favor of what you hear [ ex. witness testimony and such ]. idk I feel like it fits. this was a bit ramble and tbh I made it up last minute but now I like it enough to use it

trucy - aiko. japanese name. means love child, apparently, based on my sources (Japanese girl baby name website). anyways trucy is a child born of love. her first parents did love her, truly. her dad wore a necklace with a. picture of her all those years after leaving. her mother..... uh, no comment im pretty sure lamiroir does love her kids but she just. can't deal w/ them rn. (pretty shitty she's waited so long if you ask me but hey, I'd probably need a bit after getting all those memories back too. again, no comment.)anyways, despite her dad straight up LEAVING and stuff, he does love her. he left her in good hands--with phoenix wright. now here's where I really mean this name is important. the father-daughter bond between trucy and phoenix is, I think , unrivaled. allow me to explain. phoenix took her in and, clearly, at first, he was nervous. he thought it was a temporary arrangement. replay aa4, you'll see. I just can't find the screenshots rn. you can see how deeply he began to care for her though and it literally melted my heart. she accepted him as her dad, too. and they stuck with each other all that time. they're the father-daughter duo and you can't convince me otherwise. I love thinking about the wright family.

if I come up with more, ill prolly reblog with them

[animation-is-my-jam]

helloo! I really love your art style it's so pretty and love the tobecky content <33

I wanted to ask, which episode that involves tobecky is your favorite?

OHH GOSH THANK YOU!! AHH MEANS a lot. (^.^)＼(^_^)／❤️ (bites wall) and thx for the ask!

And what WG episode with Tobecky is my favorite? Hmm...toughie. There's some episodes, obviously, that have Tobey in them, but I don't consider Tobecky moments immediately (example: Field Day Fun with Robo-Tobey).

If I were to ever choose my top ones and narrow it down, though, it would go (no order just naming):

-Department Store Tobey

-Trustworthy Tobey

-It's your party and I cry if I want to

-By Jove, you've wrecked my robot

-Have you seen the remote

-Guess Who's coming to Thanksgiving Dinner

-The Robot problem

And to narrow it down... Okay damn it's tough again. Because I love their banter in By Jove and the hint that he's been getting a crush on Becky, but they have more sillier softer moments in season 1 episodes like Department and Seen The Remote. But Robot Problem has them actually team up, and it's the first episode where I started to ship them. BUT--Its My Party has them actually get ice cream after years of build-up and Tobey coming to his senses moments. And of course, Thanksgiving Dinner with them actually smiling at each other for one, HOWEVER, Trustworthy Tobey with being his last focus episode where he's strictly not being the worst and maybe turning reasoble along with it being Becky and Tobey conflict and not him and Wordgirl (PLUS THE NOTE UGHH)--

(Explodes) Ya see why this is tricky.

But for the sake of answering this....I'll go with right now...AHHH, it's gonna go to Trustworthy Tobey. It's what I'm feeling right now. Mostly cause... I remember when I did my Wordgirl re-watch in late 2017 that got me into the fandom again and started this years long hyperfixation. I was dreading the last Tobey episode/last Tobecky moments we'll get. You see, I liked the season 7 and 8 Tobey episodes, but man, ever since season 1, it's been hard trying to justify this kid when he gets washed like every episode and so I was like "plss be good" or at least give me hope for his character cause I didn't want him to regress. And what do you know...hope! Sure, he's still an immature jerk that's still in character, but at least he wasn't extreme or not immediately dismissive. He actually kept up being truthful and Becky learned something, not to mention he doesn't get scott-free either and this time the most he does is just unleash a malfunctioning robot to a library and not like destroy buildings or attempt to kill people.

Plus, I find it extremely interesting the dialog and moments he has with Becky as Becky and not Wordgirl. Because call me silly but to me peak Tobecky is when he interacts with Becky as herself and not just Wordgirl--the ship name isn't Wordbey after all. Plus again the note YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT SCREWED WITH ME WHEN I SAW IT. Because another factor to why I hold up this episode so highly...even though Robot Problem/Have you seen the Remote is what got me to officially ship them...this episode is what inspired me to make a lot of my Wordgirl and Tobecky content. Cause it filled my imagination in what their relationship and Tobey's character could go next and there was no new Tobey episode to contradict it tehe. It drove me to read fanfiction. Start drawing on my dingy phone with FlipaClip. Start drabbles that I never posted. Interact with others. It...kinda drove me crazy? Like it legit didn't make me okay, but hey it's why I consider it personally my favorite.

[ritzcuit]

thinking abt baby dhurke....night of The incident dhurke....22 years old! more or less. 22!! imagine it...he's 22 with a kid...and then it happens. and it happens so QUICKLY. and what do you even do in that situation right? like what do you grab first?... but you don't really have the choice.. well. can't find amara, jove's dead, so it's the two boys then i guess. that's all he can do.

and i think about him surely covered in burns and soot from searching around the palace until the very last minute he could.. and i think about him freaked out and young and with two baby toddlers confused and scared... and he doesn't know where his wife is or what the hell happened, and is *he* safe, are these kids safe? was it an attack? where can he go? you know? wtf can he do?

i think about him going to someone he can trust in this scariest night of his life. everything's in chaos. *no one* knows where the queen is or wtf happened.. cops everywhere. the kingdom's awake and scared... i think of him going to datz, and does he call ahead? can he? or does it not even occur to him? he's only 22, you know, and there's a million things he could have done better, maybe. sure he's a prince but he's just barely grown up. so he goes to someone he can trust. the datz :-)

the datz, barely 23, barely grown up, ex-military and confused and who, last he heard, his best friend was having a really nice night, and now he's at his doorstep blistered and filthy and two crying scared little boys in his arms... datz who's probably got this small home, nothing crazy big, a glorified bachelor pad with the news crackling on an old tv, and it's talking about a fire at the palace with a missing queen and a missing dhurke and maybe for an exact split second datz thinks, holy shit, what did he do? but of course it's not like that at all...

and the actual kids... there's nahyuta who datz knows, vaguely, in one sense as "his best friend dhurke's kid" and another sense as "The Queen Of Khura'in's Kid" and it's terrifying to think of the latter, but then there's this anonymous little football, this trembling horn haired little baby, and dhurke can try to explain what happened... his name's apollo, and his dad, i don't know about his mother, and.... like, what do *you* do in that case, huh? because what the hell, right? but it's not like you have a choice, either. first aid kit's in the bathroom, and dhurke can run a bath.. try to calm down, maybe...

try to entertain two terrified little babies when you, probably, aren't nearly as good with kids as you'll end up being in a couple of decades, and frankly they kinda scare the hell outta you, and they're probably scared OF you 'cause they don't know what's happening either!

i just like to think about it.... two guys just a few years into adulthood dealing with something unfathomably big... and like, the first night, the first few days, before it spirals into something even bigger... like god. 22 and 23. i'm abt to be 24 in a few days! if i were either of them i would have just laid down and died!NLKNDGLKNDF

[dollivication]

Hihiiiii, this is gonna be long, i've got a rant AND an idea thingy. i've mentioned before not bein into anyone other than Wesker in Resident Evil buuuut I just watched Resident Evil: Vendetta and I GET THE HYPE, I ADMIT, I GET IT. LEON'S MODEL IS SO FINE. I'm guilty to say seeing him in the movie and the old games vs in RE2+4 Remake, I prefer this design. He's more rugged? LAIK I KNOW HE STARTS OFF AS A ROOKIE BUUUT THEY COULDA KEPT HIS LOOK I saw people speaking about the newer design for his character saying they gave him the 'dumbass pretty boy' look cuz it makes more sense for him as a rookie cop in 2 but man.... Rookies can look like anything so if that were the case for the change....eeeeeh.... Also unpopular opinion, I also prefer Louis' old design. I'M SORRY, HE DOES GIVE OFF THE CREEPY UNCLE VIBE IN THE REMAKES MODEL. ANYWAY, I hope you're doing well today, staying hydrated and fed! Gotta look after yourself above all else. To make this less of a rant, I shall be the first (I think) to make a Wesker scenario/idea thingy. Wesker is all about himself, right? It's a part I surprisingly love about him. BUT LAIK, if he deems you special enough to make you his 'pet', just know he's NEVER letting you leave him. He knows all, where you go, who you talk to, what you're doing, etc. And if you even think of trying to contact anyone (perhaps a certain STARS agent...) you can find yourself tied up by his Uroboros tentacles and used for hours until he's done with work and uses you himself. He's superior, he tells you that, and he'll fill you up with his cum, talk about giving you a 'purpose' , laik breeding you to have his obviously 'superior, god-like children' OOP- He's a feckin menace, I can imagine if you go to get help in person (he has eyes on you at all times, so ofc you can roam around but not for long if you keep creep round some rookie or CHRIS) you'll end up in a bloody puddle, not dead but certainly taught a lesson... ☉▵☉ JUST AN IDEA FROM A DEPRAVED WESKER FAN DON'T MIND MEEE Love ya, Dolly (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ -Nell 🍓

NELLLLLL HAI HAILLO HEY :3!!!! WHEN I SAW THIS I LIT UP I CANNOT LAI… it’s always a treat to hear from yu!!! ^.^ and oh my we have MUCH TO DISCUSS TAKE A SEAT MWAAA 🩷🩷🩷

VENDETTA LEON IS JUST A SKRUNKLE!!!! HE IS a sopping wet andgrumpy kity… AND NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT,, it would be interesting to see him laik dat in re2.. laik how could this stingy critter get even stingier… a leon miserable from the start would’ve been pretty funy methinks LMAO

you are SO right about luis’ old design you are voicing thoughts i am 2 shy to say.. laik his new design is great!! but there’s a certain peculiarity to his old wan that screams yucky weirdo uncle.. might be dat wack ass hair and outfit GIGGLING he looks laik a vampire too !!! they’re both in special parts of my heart…. 🩷

I AMMM DOING SPLENDID and oh my lordy lord i forgot to drink water today THANK you for the reminder LMHREKSLFG i promise that’s not usually like me.. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING THE SAME HOWEVER !!!!!! please take lots o care!!!! >.<

THE. THE WESKER SCENARIO. IM SAT.!!!!??? TENTACLES,, ESPECIALLY FROM UROBOROS,,, ARE THE WAY TO MY HEART …. THE SUPERIORITY COMPLEX. BY JOVE!!! he’s so narcissistic and he’d probably tell you to be thankful that he chose you to have his kids… anyone would die for a chance like that!! (he is NOT wrong HEL))

his freaky ass would probably even put a shock collar on you,… god forbid you do anything that’s remotely out of line! AND ESPECIALLY god forbid you go near chris he’ll actually tweak the fuck out … i want wesker to stab me and say it was my fault for pushing him i CANNOT lie.. laik yur rite king i’m sorryIMSO SANE IM SO SANY

nell i’m hugging yu so tightly rn this crumb of thought was yumy… i lauv wesker so badly….sighs dreamily💔💔💔

[voiidegg]

i have so much to say about spirit of justice. spoilers and a video under the cut ofc, i'm not holding back :D

i went through all the stages of grief with this game. this game fucking ruined me.

it took me ages to properly get into this game, practically everything about it pissed me off. but the final case happened and that's when i finally got invested. i know SOJ is a fan favourite, but for me personally the only actual good case is the final case. might be controversial?

all i wanted was for apollo to bond with dhurke finally. thats all i fucking wanted. WHY DOES THIS FRANCHISE HATE HEALTHY HAPPY FAMILIES? WHY DOES EVERY PARENT DIE? I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE MAN. i thought they had a chance after it was revealed amara was alive, but NOOOOO DHURKE HAD TO BE DEAD THE WHOLE TIME. then i saw the photo of his body and i just SOBBED , which is also in the vid above ofc, bc this CASE BROKE ME

rayfa being dhurke and amara's kid was tooooo satisfying to me. i picked up early on that the queen took the power from amara. i also suspected early on that the queen couldnt channel shit. we never saw her do anything, and she wanted that orb way too much. rayfa having her character arc was so great. she became very likeable :D

jove getting his seance made me so happy too. baby apollo :') and im happy apollo stayed in khurain, like dhurke wanted.

anyway i hope you all enjoy the compilation of my playthrough featuring @raccoonzilla . im glad i finally finished this franchise. toooo much angst :')

final thoughts: justice for apollo and trucy. they need to know theyre half siblings </3 also im so mad we never found the founder's true name. i was hellbent on a theory that the founder was ami fey lol. oh well

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

hello again! and hello to jet tattoo anon, it's lovely to be here in the chaos ma'am!

i'm not gonna lie, i'm having a great deal of fun watching this!! i'm starting to wonder if i should begin creeping into your friends' asks as well. it might take me a while to come up with some more headcanons to satisfy everyone, but i could probably do it lol

another headcanon about nureyev that is basically canon: he's got pretty bad adhd that he's never taken medication for since he never got diagnosed and if he hadn't had the awful kind of childhood that he had, he would be a theater kid. his favorite musical would probably be hamilton, he's just one of those guys unfortunately :/

have a lovely rest of your day darling!

secret fifth person back tattoo anon <3

So glad you're having fun Secret Fifth anon! Jove and I have been trying to narrow down who you and Jet Tattoo Anon are all morning. I have a running list of people you, Secret Fifth, cannot be- but now I am thoroughly thrown for a loop, "begin creeping into your friends' asks". Have you and I interacted before? Fuck fuck shit man- (is it obvious I'm embarrassed? God I'm so embarrassed)

(Mia and Jove are darlings, absolute sweethearts. All my mutuals are sweethearts I'm only buddies with nice people)

And Nureyev just has the neurodivergent theatre kid swag to him. Hamilton was at some point every theatre kids favorite musical. I still like it.

@urjover @one-joe-spoopy

[ars-shitpostica]

I lived in my town 25 years, I went to school with them (4 out of 13 kids)

None have finished high school

Of the four that I've met one got killed in a drug deal two cities over, one is a pusher in and out of school, one is a freeloader bragging on Instagram that she doesn't do shit all day because of welfare and the last is a thief that steals radios from cars

What am I supposed to take away that after being helped in every which way to integrate they refused to do the bare minimum to live in a legal way? They've had houses provided by the government, free schooling, spots in courses to learn trade jobs and like only 2 guys my age actually work

But by Jove I'm the racist asshole that needs to die a thousand times over because I don't like how these people living here act

"europeans are soooo much more enlightened and anti-racist than americans" haha sooo true, quick question, how do you feel about romani people?

[writingprincessblog]

Hey, guys! This is my first ever story that I have posted online. Please pardon the mistakes and enjoy reading. Also, do share your opinion and suggest me ways to improve and also I would appreciate some help in running this platform. Thank You! Happy Reading!

A Job Well Done

‘Agent L, are you in position? Over.’

‘Yes, boss. Loading bullets into the rifle. Over.’

The room was dark, being present underneath a farmhouse, its existence unknown to everyone but a handful of people. It consisted of a table and a chair. The table had a bunch of strange devices, some in progress while some awaiting to be used. A man ,sitting on the chair, was currently using the walkie - talkie to transmit the orders while his eyes were fixed on the screen which showed a scene in a party at the village mansion.

'Stand by, L. You have twenty minutes to shoot’. He spoke through the walkie - talkie. ‘Then, you have to jump-’

‘-into the cab where S is waiting for me. Then, we are to drive to the docks and wait for the others to join. I remember, boss.’ The young lass cut the man off and sassily replied.

The man smiled. He trusted L’s aim and presence of mind. She would not make any mistake and would be able to manage if she falls into a tight spot. 

‘How about you, F?’ His attention on another of his accomplice. ‘What is the scenario?’

Amidst a chatter of several voices in the background, a drawling voice answered, 'All fine here. They are showing a glass wardrobe for the auction. Target placing the highest bidder. Whew! She is one hella rich woman, in my opinion’.

’S?’ The boss inquired.

‘All in position. Waiting for L.’ S replied instantly, as a roar of an engine confirmed his prep.

‘Oooo……S’ L jeered over the walkie - talkie, ‘How was your date? Was she pretty? Or hot as fire?’

S chuckled but before he could answer her, the boss cut him off. ‘Focus, everybody. This one’s a golden goose. The biggest job we ever got. 40 millions, by jove! Keep your eyes and ears open. Report any suspicious activity, F. I will warn you when it is time, L.’

‘Ok, boss!’

And silence fell over the room once again as everyone laid into their positions. Only the sounds of the monitor echoed in the empty room where the man had two videos of the secret cameras installed at the party hall, playing side by side. One was of the target, the wife of the rich businessman while the other was of………F. Yes, he did not trust F and his ideas. He never did. But he could not shake him off. He knew too much and also his really had sharp combat skills. He was a very useful member of The Robins. 

The Robin’s - the most notorious and mysterious gang in the whole valley, with 15 targets murdered and 30 robbing cases. No one knew anything about them. They four were enough to bring this wave of terror, all right. L’s sharp eyes could aim even a small flying bird over a great distance, S’s driving and combat skills could bring down the mightiest and the bulkiest of opponents and F’s hacking skill could even crack into the CIA data panel. At last, he, Mark, was the kingpin. He was satisfied with all the deals coming in and the money flowing into their accounts.

But……all that worries him is F’s recent change in behaviour. He seemed to be acting quite odd. He even ‘accidentally’ shot L in their last consignment. Fortunately, the girl moved before the bullet hit her. Minor, the incident was but it was F’s intention that worries him. F disliked L since Mark first introduced her to the gang members for god knows what reason. The girl was young and was surprisingly quite sharp and even mature. She never gave any chance for him to complain. Mark himself made sure of her selection. Stalked her for two months and even put her through vigorous training and several tests and she surplussed each one of them! And now, ten kills within three months without any miss! One helluva kid, she is! 

The timer beeped. Fifteen minutes left……..

Mark nodded and again resumed his thoughts about F. He knew F since his early years. His brain and sense of mind was excellent even in his 40’s but he could not point out the reason for his grudge against the lass. He warned him once or twice when Mark appointed L about her being somewhat suspicious but why?

Nobody in the gang knew anything about each other except their initials and skills, not even Mark himself. He gets their information checked by a trusted dealer and why would he bother knowing their backstory. He just requires their skill and anyway they all are first brainwashed and then the best from them are trained personally by him. F was indeed a dodging character from the beginning but his hacking and combat skills were superb that he had to pardon several of his elementary mistakes and temper. 

L was on the other hand a meek little thing living in a vile area. She was totally out of place among criminals and murderers wandering around in that part of the city. And maybe that was the reason of her sharp conscious of her surrounding and excellent presence of mind to get out of ‘situations’. Well, though doubtful of her feeble strength, he did his best and glad he did to raise such a fine commando. A little firecracker, she was.

Thus, again a pang of worry and apprehension came across his mind. No, he cannot afford to lose such a valuable asset just because of F’s personal dislike. Should he interrogate him and directly ask about his sudden change of behaviour? Yes, he should and he will right after this task at hand. 

Ten minutes left…….

Yes, everything is going smoothly according to the plan. As the wife gets up, the glass window would shatter as the lady would fall down with a bullet straight through her chest and blood spewing out all over the floor. F would then go and pick up her purse. And with an excuse of calling the police, out he goes down the docks. L and S would already will be there by then and so would Mark himself. Then they would board the yatch and sail to an island, to the recruiter. What was his name again? Mike? Landon? Sam?

With a last glance at the timer, he walked towards the cabinet and searched for the contract. Ah! There it was. Daniel, CEO of the Loris and Co.. He never heard of such garments company, though he indeed knew less of that world of glamour. But the man claimed it to be one of the topmost brand in the recent times. Well, anyway, it didn’t matter. L said she used to buy dresses of that brand in her teens. So, maybe it just manufactures women’s clothes.

As he made his way back towards the desk, Mark absentmindedly, knocked over a few files placed nearby. He clicked his tongue, irritated by the mess and swiftly tried to gather the files. But one of them caught his attention - L’s file.

He bought it over and started reading it. Half of the data was hidden as per the gang’s rule. As he read his eyes hovered over his picture. Beautiful, she was. Even the police officers got lost in her mesmerising eyes in the time of the diamond robbery and she efficiently distracted them. No wonder S also had a little crush. But what was her full name? He heard it once when she was first brought to him.

His fingers went onto the keyboard as his eyes searched the time. Eight minutes left. His fingers swiftly went over the keys as he searched for the first recorded interrogation of the girl. After, two long minutes of scrolling he got it.

The video showed him sitting luxuriously on the couch in the dark room as two henchmen brought and threw a fragile figure before him before exiting the room. Mark smiled as he remembered those frightened innocent eyes pleaded him to let her go. Her clothes dirty and damp sticked to her white flawless skin as she nervously shifted on the floor. At first glance, Mark thought her to be one of those frail girls the dealers bought to him who were as soft a flower which would crumble with only one harsh strike. But just like the phrase, L’s appearance was not to be judged. As he continued to watch the video, Mark reminisced the scene. As he made way towards the cabinet at the corner, the girl snatched the knife and the table and boldly positioned it under his chin. Mark, then 20 years in the profession, skilfully twisted and tackled her back to her former position. He was impressed by the reckless but brave act of hers. He chuckled and accepted her. 

Mark smiled as the video went by. The timer brought him back to the present time as it chimed with three minutes left. As he made to move back towards the walkie - talkie, his eyes fell on a strange thing in the recording. He replayed and was surprised at he revelation. As he turned his back after calling the guards to take her away, he saw her swiftly move something from her hand to the lining of her petty dress. He curiously zoomed to the certain area and gasped to find that it was a - microphone! 

The team stayed in the secluded farmhouse where no one was permitted to go out except Mark,   let alone maintain contact with the outer world. But this microphone in the video was an evidence of L’s treachery. Then she was in contact with someone throughout these four months? Maybe, F was correct at last.

Anger bubbled in him as he thought over the surprising revelation of his most trusted and valuable men to be the mole in his party. He was determined to show her the vile consequences of messing with him. He trusted her and placed her in many secretive missions and even shared several confidential information with her, only to know that she was the betrayer from the start? Anguish at that thought, he still thought to gain more knowledge of this demoness. He searched her picture in several data bases, profiles and panels. 

At last, the result materialised in the screen when Mark’s eyes widened with shock - 

Miss Liana De Savio. Senior officer. FBI.

Mark refused to believe it but her picture with every other detail in that database betrayed him. The police then sent as a spy to report all their activities. He sat there still thinking of the most gruesome punishment he would give this cop as the current deal ends tonight.

His chain of thoughts were interrupted by a female voice

’20 secs, boss. Standing by. Over’

That familiar voice that used to fill him with joy now brought displease and anger. But no, now is not the time to let the emotions take over. He have to complete this first and then see that twerp. He cannot afford to mess this assignment.

With a dummy calmness, he spoke into the device ‘All good,F? Over’

‘Yes, we are going into the dinning area. Target packing her purse. I am just behind her. Any moment to strike. Over.’ F answered.

All this time, F may have recognised her, being an ex-convict herself ad it may also explain the actual reason of L’s unwillingness to communicate with him. 

Yes, the wife stood up. F advanced towards her and brought her into a conversation to keep her into position of L to take a clear shot. As the timer rang, Mark and the others held their breath for the immediate response.

But the shot never came…….

The wife was called by another lady and she walked to the other end of the room, leaving a surprised F.

‘What happened, L? Why didn’t you shoot?’ Mark bellowed. Awaiting her voice, he instead received a dreaded silence.

‘L? L? Are you alright? RESPOND FOR GOD’S SAKE.’

‘No need to lose your voice, boss. Calm down’ L’s sharp voice reached his ears but not from the walkie - talkie……

Mark sprung back to witness L behind him with a gun pointed straight at him. Standing there speechless, he could hear cries of F and S as they were being arrested by police officers.

‘No use of trying to escape. The police has surrounded the whole area. The game is over, boss……or should I say Mark?’ Liana smirked.

Mark widened his eyes. No one knew his real name. He ran by titles like boss, devil, mastermind, etc. 

‘You worked with us and is this how you reply us, you ungrateful brat?’ He spat, ‘You even killed several people, innocents’.

Liana giggled and said ‘How gullible and naive you are, Mark! Those people still breathe safe and sound in this world. Those were acts. Fake assignments given to you so that you choose me to show my skills. Those were to help me come closer to you till you start trusting me. See, how easily I did it. I just had one problem - F. He recognised me from the bureau where I was first posted as a rookie. But anyway I did my work. I WON!!’

Yes, she is right! She won! He lost! He lost from a petty girl and this was the biggest insult ever. Though somewhere in his heart, he admired her courage and intelligence. She indeed did her job smoothly without a hitch. A JOB WELL DONE.

-Aurora

[heaven-s-black-box]

A Better World- AA ensemble

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Recovery date: August 26th, 2020

Description: Mr. Reus tries to teach Manov and Trucy how to do sleight of hand, it doesn't go too well.

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with a former researcher from research lab Ao3, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 505

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“All right you two, just like we practiced. Hold the coin in your palm, yup like that, now close your hand and slip it between your- Oh, there goes the coin. You’re getting better though, maybe we should try something else. We can come back to sleight of hand la-”

“No!” Manov exclaimed. “We can get this, right Trucy?”

“Uh huh! Please don’t give up on us uncle Reus. Let us try again?” Trucy pleaded with her uncle.

The three of them had been practicing sleight of hand all afternoon and neither of the students seemed to be making much progress. Although Manov had started a little late, he’d been eighteen when Roger took him in as a student, he was a natural. The same went for Trucy, at only eight years old, she had mastered almost every basic trick. The only thing neither of them seemed to be any good at was sleight of hand with coins. 

“I’m not giving up on you two, but I think a break would do us all some good. Besides, Apollo should be getting back from school soon, right?”

Apollo, Trucy’s half brother, usually stayed after school for music club. Magic had never been an interest to Apollo ever since he found his father’s guitar. Instead, the boy insisted on learning to play it. “Someday I’ll open Trucy and Manov’s shows!” He’d happily exclaimed when Trucy said she wanted to be a magician.

It had taken some convincing from Thalassa, her father hadn’t been much of a fan of Jove to start, but Magnifi agreed to let the boy take on music instead of magic. Deep down somewhere, Thalassa was sure he understood that music was to Apollo what magic was to her. A bond with his father, something that could help heal the hole in the boys heart.

“Hmph, you’re changing the subject,” Trucy huffed. 

“Truce’s right! You can’t escape that easily!”

“So practicing our show is out of the question?”

Both students turned around to see Apollo waving at them from the entrance. He had his guitar case slung over his right shoulder, and Thalassa was standing with a hand on his left.

“Polly!” Trucy jumped and giggled, as she ran to tackle him in a hug. “Of course we can practice, but after we get this trick. We’re so close! I can feel it!”

“Lassa, help me! You’re daughter’s even more stubborn than her father,” Roger groaned.

“Hmph, sorry. Valant, Zak, and I are going to practice our sharp shooting trick. You get to watch these three.” Thalassa gestured to the three kids.

“Hey! I can take care of myself!” Both Apollo and Manov exclaimed in mild offense.

Roger sighed in defeat. “Alright fine. Ten more minutes, Apollo, wanna join?”

“Sure!” He set his guitar down and joined the other three as Thalassa went to find the others.

“Okay so, hold the coin in your palm, yup like that, now close your hand and slip it between your- there see! Apollo got it.”

“No Fair!”

[hangingthoughts]

Dear F,

I'm going to tell you something. I think it's time I come clean (also because my friends already knew this but I want you to learn it from me). I have a happy crush. Apparently, such a thing exist now. I think it means you like someone pero not that deeply. Just admiration. Ata? Anyway, believe me it's not intentional. Orrr, is it? Kasi you're taking a long time, naghanap tuloy ako. I'm kidding! ✌️ Let's just name him EJ. He's from my rotc class. You can learn a lot from someone pala just by observing them. The first time I was aware of his existence was during my first day in rotc. It was during that time when they're picking an escort na guy to be part of the officers. He was late. Like almost always. And I saw him thread the stone steps towards his platoon. Echo 1st. (In my head I was saying 'they should pick this guy'.) I know I shouldn't care, but crap, my focus automatically shifted to him. When the officers did a roll call for attendance, I was listening intently. And then I got it. A faint sound of the syllables of his name. Then months passed by and I forgot about him. Comes 2nd semester. Saturday early morning class. Jen and I were chatting and waiting for the rotc class to start. Lo and behold there he was, asking the officer if the line of chairs infront of us belongs to his platoon. He walked towards us pero he pulled a chair infront of me so he can get in sa designated chair ng platoon niya. He was sitting in front of Jen. Then I read his name. I cannot believe it. I badly wanted to tell Jen but was too shy to do so. That i guess is when the observation started. Hahaha creepy me. I'm sorry. He really looked like Percy Jackson. Tall, lean, shy and awkward. So adorable. I was able to talk to him na and even use his phone pero, ehem, that's about it. I promise, I'm loyal to you. 🖐️ He joined in the war games too. We're in the same bus and platoon! Andddddd, during the firing, even though a mishap has befallen me, that was diminished because I saw that the next person who used my gun and sandbag was him. Does it mean that there's a possibility he was watching me while I was sprawled there, ready to engage in combat? Idk. All I know is he used my rifle and sandbag. (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠) F, you should see him. He's really cute. Oh, and he's a reader too. I melt. During the rope course, I saw him looking at our direction. It was so intent that I can only conclude he's having a conversation in his head. I tried to look at him ng kunti but only lasted around 3 or so seconds. And kanina. Oh wasted opportunity. Kidding! Kidding F! ✌️ Ri was telling me & Jam to sit beside her but Jam declined. Who did I see seating infront of Ri when the lecture resumed but him? He's wearing glasses. By jove, how can he not know someone blushed from that. He tanned though. An evidence of his war games involvement. And when the officer was calling for recitations, i saw him looked at our direction twice and hold it. Of course, i did too. At first. The second time around, I lost. He always goes home immediately after every rotc class so :( but i hope i can take a picture with him soon. I don't know why I want that. I just woke up one day and that was the first thought in my head. A picture with Jap. He's taking bachelor in engineering. Well, there, you have it, F. I think he's a recluse but I can't say for sure. Everytime i see him, he's always alone. I hope he enjoys his college life. I really do.

Oh and also, Alfonso brought up War and Peace kanina. Out of the blue. I was surprised by that. And Khy said na hindi dapat kita minamadali. She's the second person to tell me that. So I will not call that a coincidence. Kaya my ice bear, live your life. Grow into maturity. Both in spirit, mind, body, emotions, associations and finances. I'll be here waiting. Take care!

See you soon,

Irish

[semperardens-juli]

My Imaginary Timeturner Ritual

Imaginary Creations intro Imaginary Creations series link Timeturner series link

Two index fingers pointed out and created a backward spinning motion, as if to wheel back Time and chant:

"Father Time, Father Time, please be kind. Father Time, Father Time, there's a wish to love. Father Time, Father Time, speak to Jove. Father Time, Father Time, please rewind."

The grandfather clock in Father Time's, or Janus's, study chimed seven times.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

A cloud of smoke appears in front of the clock, showing a vision of a girl calling unto Him with a request.

Janus clamped his hands together with elbows on the table and laid his chin on top of them, pondering upon the request.

Why should he turn the Time back for her? There were plenty of people with regrets. A man who was forced into an instant decision while negotiating with kidnappers that led to putting the gunman on the wrong mood and got his daughter shot. The woman who took a second too long to take action and shove her child away from the bus that would take the kid's life. These were accidents, that turn their life around in an instant and plunging people into an everlasting grief, a tragic life that could not be turned around.

The girl who made the request decided to self-destruct her Life over and over again. It was that continuous poor decision that put her where she is. She deserves the Hell she is living in.

He was about to wave his hand, in order to dissipate the cloud away, when a thunder crashed outside his window and the lights flicked off for a second. There was suddenly an envelope that appeared on the study table.

"From Jove," were the cursive words scrawled across.

Dear friend Janus, help me grant this wish. I gave life to this child ages ago. She is my creation, a child of Jove. I put her on this Earth when the Moirai, the ones you know as the Fates, warned me of the destruction of the human world we created. Constantly overshadowed and overlooked by her brother Ares, Bellona is plotting an intricate grand war that destroys all human life. This will not only be a war between humans but Bellona will make it a war between the Gods. With the Gods busy fighting, I cannot guarantee the safety of the human world.

I've insulted you and called you a friend in the beginning. You are not. You hold a power that could overrule me --- the power of Time. So I'll share with you a valuable information I found about the humans.

Human life is fickle and for so long it has been the Gods playground for our own hedonistic pleasure. But at one point, I've been studying them and there is something they have yet to teach us. We cannot let it be destroyed yet.

People told the myth wrong. I ordered Pandora to keep Hope in the box. Pandora locked it tight. What intrigued me was, despite this, over time, the humans have found a way to forge the fire of Hope. I checked the box and the Hope I created still lay in the box, never escaping. The humans created this with their hands or heart, I'm not sure which. I still have yet to understand how.

This child was my experiment, in attempt to understand. I need you to give her one more chance to try again. She is almost there. I birthed her with her mind swimming in the depths of the darkest situation and her heart chaotic and confusing, to see clearly where does this fire begin to grow. She failed this time, I know. But there is a spark I can't quite trace yet, but is there flicking.

I believe there is something of more than a mere mystery here, a power hidden from us Gods. Humans are not Gods. They are fickle. But with what power they forge the fire of Hope? Is there a chance they could overrule us one day? Is Hope something they can grow into something bigger?

Once I understand it, I intend to take it from them. You will have your share. No Gods know of this. Ares is too reckless. Athena do not have it in her to be so cruel to humanity. The others do not fit as well.

If Bellona destroy this world we created for them, it would take ages for mankind to progress and understand all over the creation of Hope. It would be like the Library of Alexandria again. The destruction of the current world will be destruction of information that helps us understand progress.

Bellona wish to strike in seven days. There won't be enough time for the girl and us to figure it out. You have seven days.

leave a little kindness

To the people who needs it: That flick of hope you carry everyday is coveted among the Gods, use it to right the wrong. You don't have to understand anything. Get up and do something with hope in your heart. That is it.

The Girl's Backstory

All I wish is to turn back the time and restart this Life as it is. This time, in the face of pain and tragedy, I push through and hang on to this hint of love in the air, not the romantic one, and see through the end. I live this Life again with a heart courageously open yet kind and giving to the messy world. I am curious rather than hopeless. There is a Life and all I care is about creating. I do not care if I die a careless fool as long as I don't lose sight of what's important in this Life.

The love I'm talking about, not the romantic one, is an exchange of kindness between each other. It is human connecting with each other. The love that I'm talking about is the magic of the giving selfless heart.

Why do I wish for a timeturner? Because at one point, I just let myself waste away when I see a chance for redemption clearly. Why? Because there was a cost of losing something. My regret is giving up because Life is worth living for.

[blue-dream-rhapsody]

Update (once again with SoJ spoilers)

I am LOVING Turnabout Revolution. We’re on the very first trial day at this point and let’s see:

Apollo being so adamantly dismissive of Dhurke meanwhile Dhurke doing his best Zak Gramarye impression if Zak had actually gone to see his child. But so clearly. So clearly still seeing Apollo as his son.

The fact Apollo and Trucy now have being adopted kids to bond over and Trucy very clearly wants to but Apollo is just too Nope about it right now, poor Trucy

Her calling Dhurke “Dad” in about the time it took her to call Phoenix “Daddy” is really funny but Phoenix. Phoenix you need to tell them.

The whole Thalassa timeline is becoming very confusing now but I think I’m getting it, both of Apollo’s parents being musicians (at some point) though. Also wondering if traces of Jove were why Thalassa began singing when she lost her memory, if some part of his music was still in her mind and that led her to singing

The fact we have the option to say “No” to helping Dhurke and it feels like the right choice based on how Apollo seems to be feeling, I kind of love that

Me seeing the statue and urn and especially the scroll in the guy’s office: Imagine Phoenix walks in here, sees the fucking gravy scroll on the wall and has an immediate trauma response, turns around and walks right back out

Also me finding out Edgeworth is poking around Kurain: LET ME SEE MY BOY

Athena never made it to picking up Phoenix and we were making callbacks to “Pearl is 9 she can take care of herself”

Shitty painting of a scene relevant to a crime scene: please don’t be Larry please don’t be Larry OH MY GOD PEARL!!! HOW ARE YOU!!!

Okay the fucking. The fucking cave. Fucking. Ace Attorney made me cry in the fucking cave. Dhurke said he’d come back for me and he never did and all these years I’ve felt that betrayal like a knife in my neck and now I’m drowning and oh? Dad? You came back for me?

Less dramatic the sass on Apollo regarding the box was killing me though “not that I’d need to zoom in with this AMAZING lighting”

But god am I gonna like Nahyuta at the end of this god damn it

Apollo has had the two worst witnesses/I assume culprits in the series’ history and both in the same game (Reus and Atishon-Wimperson) give my boy a BREAK (and I mean worst in the sense of like. Insufferable assholes. Not that they’re bad at being witnesses/I assume culprits)

I know it’s not really personal but Phoenix triggering my rejection sensitivity by proxy also Dhurke has said more nice things about Apollo in the three hours he’s been here than Phoenix has said to him over all three AJ games and it’s about TIME

I don’t remember exactly what was said but it was something about all Defense Attorneys being troubled and I was like Um??? I think every Prosecutor we’ve dealt with has been severely troubled and we are DIRECTLY responsible for triggering Klavier’s, hitherto the most normal one

Turning Phoenix’s themes into “this is bad for me actually” music stings because he’s your opponent is crazy. It was kind of a matter of time before we faced off with Phoenix in some capacity but I still kind of love that they’re doing it like this. Still wanna strangle him

Although loving the petty from the outside. “Yes Mr A-W we’re all very familiar with how great you are please continue your fucking testimony”

Also the fact he keeps being like “BUT OUT OF RESPECT FOR THE DEAD HE WAS VERY CAREFUL IN RESTORING THE PRECIOUS STOLEN ARTIFACT”

Phoenix: “When have I ever come unprepared to a trial?” (insert that image of SpongeBob gesturing at the overwhelming pile of diapers outside his house)

“While you were on your little cave adventure—” I NEARLY DROWNED MR WRIGHT.

Finest Italian plastic

That’s about as far as we got. This might approach Bridge for favorite if it keeps going like this. Which given the ways it’s calling back to it even if just to me I guess makes sense

My mom realizing who the client was for the first day of the DD special episode was priceless

(Assorted thoughts with whole game Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice spoilers under the cut)

Of course, we finished the main story DD cases before playing it so I had to kind of check myself with Fulbright and Blackquill not being fully explored chronologically. But it being Phoenix’s first trial after getting his badge back was just so good because of course an orca would be his client

In all I really enjoyed the case, I think she did too. I kinda liked that it ended with it all having been an accident (apart from the cover-up). She also definitely lost her shit again when it came down to “you loved ‘we’re gonna defend the orca in court’ now get ready for ‘time to cross-examine the orca in court’”

In all DD was fine, but not my favorite of the games

ONTO SPIRIT OF JUSTICE SPOILERS

Ahlbi feels like he could be a weirdgirl sidekick if only given the chance, we spend comparatively little time with him but I’ve found him endearing the same way I have found all the weirdgirls endearing

My mom was horrified Gaspen was the first prosecutor and meanwhile I was cackling that this man fled to a different country and spent months garnering a glowing reputation only for the man who humiliated him to show up and do so AGAIN on his new turf

“What are you going to cross-examine the dog now??” “Maybe I will, don’t threaten me with a good time”

Also we love Klavier so we kept shittalking Peeslubn as an inferior musician

Across multiple cases again and again we’ll either verbatim say the next line Phoenix says or get into thinking about the mystery and end up getting right to the next thing that comes up and I think we’re becoming the Ace Attorney

Speaking of predicting the next thing that will happen in these games—

My mom (after asking about Gumshoe and being told he’s probably not there): Will Ema be in this game?

Me: I dunno (vaguely remembering seeing her rendered in 3D so assuming so but not wanting to say anything)

Ema: (literally shows up three seconds later)

For magical turnabout though um

Nobody told me about in the recording Trucy’s smile slipping for just a moment as she realizes what she’s looking at then “entertainers should always have a smile on their face” kicks in and you see it happen in real time

Also Apollo Perceiving on her for the first time and her starting to cry in front of her brother who she doesn’t know is her brother but Phoenix ended AJAA saying he’s the only one who knows how she really feels on the inside (terrible) and something about more of her family knowing her real pain and god dammit

Rite of Turnabout was frustrating but Maya was there so I forgive it for its sins

Turnabout Storyteller though?? How fun was that shit??? Simon shot up to my second favorite prosecutor and seeing Nahyuta flustered was very cathartic, I really do appreciate one-day trials sometimes for just getting it done

We’re just starting the last main case and I can’t wait for whatever’s gonna happen

[staceymcgillicuddy]

okay wait also before i go to bed: babysitters club au please. bonus points for including at least one ridiculous outfit description here. triple bonus if the outfit includes a jaunty beret with like a sequined tiger appearing to leap from chrissy's forehead at some point. (sorry for plagiarizing u, ann m. martin. probably.)

YES EXCELLENT. OKAY. My brain immediately went to mapping the characters onto their BSC counterparts and then this happened.

Nancy Wheeler as Kristin Amanda Thomas. I will not be taking comments at this time.

Chrissy as Mary-Anne Spier. HEAR ME OUT, because I know Chrissy is aesthetically the Stacey BUT Mary-Anne is quiet and reserved until you piss her off and then she turns into Little Miss I Love Myself and gets sassy haircuts and is the only member of the BSC with a boyfriend AND if she's Mary Anne I can kill off Laura.

For Claudia Lynn Kishi, I'm going back and forth on El or Will, because El has a very unique sense of fashion, and would probably do well with some of Claudia's canonical outfits, while Will is a talented artist who probably needs his own phone line since he keeps breaking his mother's when he calls her from the Upside Down.

Argyle as Dawn Read Schafer because he has long hair and is from California and some people find him annoying but I like him.

Steve as Anastasia "Stacey" Elizabeth "Boontsie" McGill because if he was from New York City he'd probably talk a lot about being from New York City. Also he probably has the nickname Boontsie.

Barb as Mallory Pike because Mallory is a horse girl and Barb gives me big horse girl energy. (Also lol that Mallory doesn't have a middle name? I guess her parents forgot? I don't really care for Mallory.)

Max as Jessi Davis Ramsey because nobody on Stranger Things is canonically a dancer BUT Jessi was cool and precocious and hung out with older kids while being suave, just like Max.

Erica as Shannon Louisa Kilbourne because she gets. shit. done. and you can't spell America without Erica. Seriously, though, Shannon was a high-achieving mfer with no patience for fools.

Eddie as Logan Bruno SIMPLY for Mary Anne proximity but also because I think making Logan a metalhead would be the most interesting thing that anyone ever did for Logan's character.

Robin as Abby Stevenson because she showed up late in the series, stole my heart, and is definitely a lesbian. Abby also doesn't have a middle name, so that's fun.

This leaves me with Lucas, Mike, Jonathan, and Dustin if I'm doing main cast. SORRY, KIDS. Let's see how many "other" characters I remember from Stoneybrook.

Lucas as Sam Thomas because Sam seemed cool and was kind of a jock but still had time to flirt inappropriately with Stacey, but in this universe we'll say it's APPROPRIATE flirting with Max-as-Jessi and Lucas-as-Sam is 11 not 15.

Mike as Trevor Sandbourne because IIRC Trevor dated Claudia for a while which works if you are a Byler OR a Mileven shipper, which probably says a lot about why both those ships are fun!

Jonathan as Bart Taylor because of the Nancy proximity, only instead of coaching a kid's softball team, he takes pictures for the yearbook and Nancy, in addition to running the BSC, a softball team, solving 70 mysteries, and going on many trips around the world in various Super Specials, is also the editor of the yearbook.

Dustin as Janine Kishi simply because Janine was a geek who liked computers and shit, and Dustin enjoys such things. I'm sorry, Dustin! The BSC did not have as many nerd tropes as I needed!

Bonus:

Angela as Cokie Mason because fuck her

Jason as Alan Gray because Alan is the closest thing the series has to a real dick

Billy as Robert Brewster (if you're into Harringrove and subscribe to my Steve-as-Stacey theory) because they dated.

Anyway, this took FAR longer than it should have and I am like 30% proud of it. Please be gentle.

[claitea]

ok i finished spirit of justice a while ago because i wanted to get to dgs quickly but uh. that ending. tore me apart. it was hard presenting evidence through my goddamn TEARS