#faraday imagine

[chiisanajimi]

dawwwgggg look at my lawyerrrrr

[scyyyyythe177]

I was thinking about something, what if apprentice curie aka susan didn't have a lot of friends, and wasn't very attached to them, and didn't like her parents too, because of them beings tonists. What if when it was time for her to pass the final scythe test, the person that she liked the most in the world was faraday ? What if she actually killed him to become a scythe ?

[coconut530]

I’M SPEECHLESS THE MAN’S DONE IT AGAINNNNNNNNNN

I’M PLUGGING MY SCYTHE PLAYLIST HERE BECAUSE IF THIS ISN’T SCYTHE FARADAY IDK WHAT IIIIIISSSSSSSSS

[alynnl]

Edgeworth’s Hardest Investigation (AA: I2 plot bunny)

I just had a thought pop into my head slightly related to this post, where one of my observations in Ace Attorney was “how hard of a job it was for Phoenix to cross examine Miles and Maya about a painful truth in their lives.”

Picture this.

We have Miles Edgeworth in the events of Investigations (this seems to fit AA: I2 in terms of themes.)

And because of circumstances beyond Edgeworth’s control, he has to cross-examine Kay Faraday and Detective Gumshoe on the witness stand about something painful. Something they each blame themselves for.  But never the less, Edgeworth knows he has to press them, because the alternative is unthinkable.

If he doesn’t find the truth, they both could go to jail for a crime they didn’t commit, but blame themselves for.

[someone7619]

What have I done. I was trying to practice coding on Roblox Studio but instead I accidentally robloxified my man mike. Now this dude is gonna be gleaning people in Work at a Pizza Place. 😭😭😭

[play-now-my-lord]

Human society collapses as 25% of living adults transform physically into semi-animate objects. But it doesn't collapse all at once. Someday, inside of it, you come in to work and your boss is a quivering mass of artificial hair approximately the size of a housecat, stridulating and moaning. "Another day, another dollar," says your coworker Stupid James, whose empty eye socket has a SCSI cable dangling out of it. "Ha ha ha." Nobody knows how you're all getting paid anymore and it's all felt like it stopped mattering. You go home and jerk off to porn from the before times, the insolidity of it, the rubberiness, it all feels like silicone toys mooshing against each other. It's not good but it's a relief from the horrors.

You wake up - must have passed out from the torpidity of it all - and there's a hissing at the door and your mailman is rasping his glass skin against the door, terrified of knocking for fear his transformation into an electric kettle be interrupted by shattering what is to become his body. The advertisements are all in lockstep about how we're going to get through this together and it's unprecedented but not a big deal. Trader Joe's has a special on sprayable lithium grease. You think it's better to get there ahead of the rush so you call up an Uber. Guy in the driver's seat makes no conversation, seems afraid to look at you, talk to you. Can't tell if anything fucked up has happened to him yet. You slide past the National Guard attack dog checkpoint and there's a car doing donuts in the parking lot, no driver at the wheel; another car has a sandstone obelisk thrust through the driver's seat, still buckled in. You wonder if it's affecting the animals. Everyone always argues about that. "I figure it isn't," says the first person you ask, walking a stroller covered in cameras pointing inward at an apparently normal human toddler. "I figure it's some kind of punishment, you know, or the government did it, and why would they do it to animals."

The cashier's Hawaiian shirt clashes with his skin, which has the texture and color of an American flag. "You holding up okay," you ask. You kind of expect him to be crying, but he isn't. "Nah, man," he says. "You know how it is." "I do." You dream like you do every night, of your allegedly protective Faraday garment cracking open and some pile of clutter - dust bunnies, CD-ROM drives, stacks of twenty-dollar bills - spilling out of your guts. You haven't told your therapist. You're not even sure if your therapist is still technically alive. The worst thing you can imagine, in the long run, is that you will die of old age, surrounded by loved ones, untouched by regret, no business unfinished. There's an email in your inbox in the morning and it's from your new boss

[matrixbearer2024]

Imagine being Ford's lovely wife and mother to triplets, they take after him in so many ways and you couldn't be happier.

Poindexter named the trio, you were too out of it to really have done much and he didn't want to disturb you. Personally you couldn't help but think your husband went too brainiac on even this— but the kids had relatively normal names so you were okay with it.

Aeschylus Maximillian (Lastname)–Pines

Alexander Euler (Lastname)–Pines

Athena Faraday (Lastname)–Pines

Dude really had to name them after scientists or rulers huh-

Especially the eldest of the trio, he takes after the researcher in so many ways it's almost like your husband suddenly spawned a mini-me.

For the first couple months, Sixer constantly had one of his toddlers either in an arm or in direct vicinity when he could. He couldn't stop himself from wanting to be around them in some capacity, always wondering and always worrying if they were okay.

It took a couple months for the both of you to figure out a system that divided his time aptly and everything was well.

Given that Stanford was always so busy with his research and work, the triplets could only really spend their nights with him. Even if he was busy, the pictures and memories formed on those nights with your workaholic lover was more than enough for the time being.

Imagine Stanford's expression when the triplets each say: "Dada" as their first word. This man would break down in sobs, he could take that day off and spoil them.

He's also totally not crying over the fact that his little tykes are also somewhat growing up in just the teensiest manner.

Everything seemed to be going so well, so smoothly, when all out of the blue your husband seemed to grow distracted. The distance wasn't apparent at first, only getting worse and worse when he eventually never had time to spend with the triplets because of a project.

"Ma...? Where's Dada?"

The crippling feeling of being unable to explain such a loaded question, instead just tossing back a sad: "He's busy working." And noticing the similarly dejected response from your kid.

Imagine how different it eventually is when only you end up waking on the bed meant for two. Rarely would you find Ford even in your shared room anymore, having made himself home down in his lab.

You didn't know when or what caused him to work like tomorrow didn't exist, Ford never had this insane of a drive to research before. It concerned you all the more that he didn't seem to tell you anything.

It was like both of you weren't even married when he brushed past you with another cup of coffee in his hands before disappearing into the lab again.

Eventually it all imploded, you couldn't take it anymore. You confronted Ford down in his lab and you both had what was likely the worst fight you both ever had in your years, that was when he finally came clean about his project.

Not to mention about his 'muse' to add to it.

You couldn't understand why he even vaguely thought being in cahoots with what for all you knew was some kind of demon was a good idea.

You had an extremely bad feeling about all this.

[clownowo]

Ace attorney characters ranked based on how well I think they dance

Phoenix Wright: 6/10 he’s nothing to write home about but he took a musical theater class or two in college so he can keep a beat at least.

Mia Fey: 6/10 no real interest in dancing but she's not bad or anything. could keep up with Diego well enough

Apollo Justice: 4/10 he wouldn’t suck so bad if he could just loosen up.

Athena Cykes: 9/10 very fit. does cardio. has taken some dance classes for fun.

Maya Fey: 8/10 what she lacks in skill she makes up for in spirit

Pearl Fey: 6/10 has the physical abilities to dance but not the confidence. also has very little reference for how she could be dancing

Trucy Wright: 8/10 performer with good dexterity for sleight of hand. Music isn’t really her area of expertise but she does well enough. enjoys playing just dance with Athena

Miles Edgeworth: 3/10 he can do one dance and it’s the Steel Samurai season 4 ending credits dance and he does it flawlessly but nothing else. took ballroom dancing classes with the von Karmas but he wasn’t particularly adept.

Franziska von Karma: 4/10 she found the aforementioned ballroom dancing classes tedious but damn if she wasn’t going to perform in them perfectly. she can’t do anything else and refuses to try

Godot: 7/10 he can do a killer tango

Klavier Gavin: 2/10 despite being an internationally famous rockstar, when performing he usually has a guitar in his hands so he’s never needed to dance. he cannot dance. he doesn’t particularly want this info getting out

Simon Blackquill: 6/10 danced with Athena a fair bit growing up. knows several anime dances

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi: 7/10 i haven't met this guy yet but my friend tells me they think he'd know a fair bit of traditional dances.

Winston Payne: 0/10 or 10/10 no in between. he's either literal garbage or so bad it loops back around to incredible. he had insane disco game in the 70s but now all the rookies laugh at him.

Larry Butz: 8/10 best dancer between him, Phoenix and Miles. he’s gotta be getting his girlfriends somehow

Dick Gumshoe: 5/10 a little too clumsy and can't keep a beat well but bonus points for his enthusiasm

Ema Skye: 1/10 doesn't even try

Kay Faraday: 10/10 incredible dexterity and physical ability. lots of whimsy and spirit.

Sebastian Debeste: 3/10 despite the baton, no real sense of rhythm

Manfred von Karma: 4/10 the one to sign Franziska and Miles up for ballroom dance lessons

Matt Engarde: 2/10 he got the jammin samurai killed so I don’t think he can jam

Dahlia Hawthorne: 8/10 she can boogie. gets down at clubs and parties. arguably the most normal about dancing

Sister Iris: 7/10 had to learn to boogie to properly emulate her sister but she isn’t quite as suited for it and has much less experience

Kristoph Gavin: 1/10 he likes watching but he doesn’t dance at all

Ryunosuke Naruhodo: 10/10 the most beautiful dance of deductions you've ever seen in your life

Susato Mikotoba: 10/10 while she's not particularly skilled with a koto, she learned to dance from the best

Herlock Sholmes: 10/10 THE dancer. THE ONE AND ONLY great detective known for his dance of deductions

Iris Wilson: 10/10 raised by the aforementioned one and only herlock sholmes

Yujin Mikotoba: 10/10 took to tap dancing incredibly well during his time in britain

Kazuma Asogi: 6/10 he's not particularly good but he somehow makes it look cool anyway

Barok Van Zieks: 7/10 used to be much better, before the professor kililngs he actually enjoyed dancing a fair bit. took classes growing up. retained a lot of the muscle memory

Gina Lestrade: 6/10 she doesn't have any training but if she did she'd do fairly well

Tobias Gregson: 2/10 he's the best investigator at scotland yard according to Sholmes, so you can imagine how bad the rest of the yard is at dancing

Maria Gorey: 8/10 she can dance just fine she just has no interest. the one time they got her to dance Herlock had very courteously offered his body up for dissection. "AFTER I'M DEAD, WOMAN!"

Albert Harebrayne: 1/10 he can't. he tries. Barok tried to teach him. he understands the theory! he knows the steps! he can't do it. he can't.

[squeakadeeks]

What's the purpose of the tin foil on the lab equipment?

reason 1:

in order to get to ultra high vacuum, on scales well over a billion times below atmospheric pressure, we have to heat the chambers to high temperatures, 200C/400F, to release any junk that may cling to the surface of the space. if theres anything like water vapor inside the chambers, heating the walls forces it to detach from the metal and into the open volume, where it can then be captured and collected by a vacuum pump. Pumps are great at pulling things from the air, but they cant act as scrubbers on the walls.

but this heating has to be done uniformly. you can imagine that if i only heat 70% of the surface, then all that junk on the remaining 30% is going to stick around and get uncaptured, and furthermore if any floating junk lands there it can just accumulate and accumulate, instead of being pushed back out.

The foil is there to make sure the heat evenly distributes along the surface and avoid that issue, just like baking a casserole haha. We dont want any cold spots that would stay dirty, or any hot spots that would damage equipment (we can demagnetize the magnets used in our sample grabbers, and people in an adjacent lab melted an O-ring doing this very thing earlier this week haha).

it doesnt make sense to have to constantly remove and reapply the tin foil, so once it gets wrapped for a bake, the foil in areas that dont need to move that much tend to stick around.

reason 2:

theres some other bits and bobs that stay wrapped in foil to reduce electrical noise. when i do data collection, i'm looking for electrical signals on the order of pico-amps, so 10^-12. real itty bitty. if theres too much background noise from other electronics, it will completely overwhelm that signal and I get nothing but garbage. by wrapping certain electronics that must stay on during an experiment, i can create a janky faraday cage that prevents their electrical signals from interfering too much.

also another third secret reason is if i have to do equipment testing or probe certain voltages/currents, i often need to connect to an electrical ground....and being able to stab my ground probe into a mass of tin foil is a lot easier than having to constantly hold it on the metal lol.

[pansexualtimelord]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT CURADAY PLEASE!!!!!

I have to talk about them or I'm going insane

Faraday and curie live rent-free in my head, ever since I read the books

Her having a teenage crush on him

Him thinking she wants to kill him

Then years later maturing and recognising their mutual love

Their love is forbidden, but they still can't help but try

But the scythedom found out

And they literally died for each other

7 TIMES

They tried to get over their love, but even centuries later they still love each other 😭😭😭😭

Just think about Faradays reaction in the Toll

Or the scene in the cafe

The raised heartbeat

Imagine someone still loving you that much after all those years

They yearn for the other, knowing they can never be together.

[mk-nightrider]

Get WIP Wednesday'd nerds. This one isn't from the upcoming chapter, but from a one-shot I started cooking featuring mainly @chadillacboseman's JJ

“Fuck,” Jeremiah “JJ” Mitchell breaths as he stares at the security monitors. “Blade owes me one hell of an explanation.”

Weeks ago now, Special Forces had reached out to Falcon Company with information and a plan. Reports were that the Black Dragon Clan had been contracted to steal research and prototypes from an experimental botanical facility. JJ had thought it laughable at the time. Those reckless drug runners targeting a bunch of plants? Still, Sonya Blade had insisted the intel was good and she had a point when she said it was the money Kano cared about. Not the plants. So JJ had agreed. His Falcon Company would lay in wait while Sonya Blade's Special Forces secreted away the target leaving nothing but a cage to close around whatever Dragon fell into their trap.

Still, JJ had his doubts. Kano always seemed to sniff these traps out somehow so he figured there were only two likely scenarios. One: No one would show and Falcon Company would get a nice little paycheck for sitting out in the empty expanse of Montana for over a month. Two: Kano would use the trap to dispose of some low-level know-nothing he was sick of hanging around. Better than nothing, but ultimately unlikely to know anything Special Forces didn't already.

Despite his misgivings, Falcon Company still planned as if someone competent would show. Focusing on a short list of those JJ considered most competent among the clan's agents. Doors and walls were reinforced in case that big fucker with the man bun and a fondness for explosives showed. Steel bars to drop for someone like Alora, though with her purpose in the gang being brawling he could only imagine her appearing as a scenario two situation. Most of all he'd been hoping for that jackass Carver. How good it would've felt to see that smug smile fade away as the Faraday cage came crashing down to toast his annoying nanobots.

But at the end of the day the simple fact remained. This was supposed to have been a low level theft job for the clan. So why the hell was he here? That cursed red and black figure his men called a demon. On Special Forces documents, referred to only as the Blood Sniper after he began appearing two years ago. Usually miles from the action raining bloody hellfire with a sniper rifle and vanishing long before anyone could pinpoint where he was. The last time JJ had managed to get remotely close to him, he could only marvel at the man's skills because the bastard had immediately blown his artificial leg out with his rifle before turning on his team. Disarming them all with small arms fire and then crushing limbs with an overwhelming wave of blood. There had been no deaths, but a few retirements after that... Not to mention that was the fourth time the Blood Sniper had specifically destroyed his leg. A trend JJ was none to happy about.

His mind raced as he watched the cloaked figure slip from camera to camera. None of their plans could hold him. Not when he could simply turn into a puddle of blood and slip through security measures. He could order his men to group up and pump him so full of bullets he'd be too exhausted from healing. Probably a few more retirements out of that, but... a lump formed in JJ's throat. A rare twinge of sympathy for a member of the Black Dragon clan striking deep into his gut.

No. No he couldn't do that. Not after what he'd seen the first time he'd met the Blood Sniper. Years before he was ever known by that moniker during a Special Forces' raid gone wrong. He could still remember it like it was yesterday. Just how inexcusably sloppy Cassie Cage and her team had been that night resulting in a little girl losing her hand and the boy... He'd never forget the boy. Clothes ripped apart; dried blood on almost every inch of him; the twisted scar he later learned was from rapidly healing from Takeda's ordinance going off next to his head. That unnaturally split black and red hair that he was currently tracking across the cams. Unlike the other members, he couldn't imagine the boy had any choice in the path his life took.

It would be an earful from Sonya Blade later, but... perhaps he should save himself the casualties and just let the boy go.

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[annoying--moth]

Headcanon time: Scythe Curie has her nanites dialed low, which is part of the reason she's still loved Faraday after all this time

My explanation? She states in Formidable that she had tonist parents, and I can imagine they'd be the types that disapprove of nanites, so they'd probably at least dial hers low

[deepseaspriteblog]

Hey look at that, a Victorian era fankid... though I decided that his world would be less realistic and historically accurate and more fantastical and steampunk inspired. I imagine the participants of SBURB aren't really friends in this session- mostly acquaintances at best, but they share a common goal/interest.

His name is Valentine "Vale" Faraday. He's from a rich family, possibly even noble. After his father died, Vale inherited his old man's fortunes... But also his responsibilities. His dad was a benefactor of many projects, one of which is directly tied to SBURB.

Vale is trying his best but is in over his head. Bless him, he's a good man at heart but he also grew up in luxury whereas the other three(?) players did not, so he can often come off as naive at best, or downright insensitive at worst.

That's his symbol on the breast pocket of his coat, he's a prospit dreamer, and an heir of light.

[essentialalls]

I am the same person who was shocked by the end of the second book (and started reading the third one three years later!! what can I say... I was SHOCKED???)

Now that I've finished the arc of a scythe ... can I despair? Like DESPAIR DESPAIR???

WHAT DOES IT MEAN THAT ROWAN AND CITRA DIDN'T SAY GOODBYE TO FARADAY BEFORE LEAVING, WHAT ARE U FUCKIN TELLING ME, NOW I HAVE TO LIVE WITH THIS INFORMATION FORFUCKINGEVER???

My favorite characters were Curie and Faraday. Just imagine how I feel now...

[howlidae]

"Love, Lethality, and Other Trivial Things" Chapter 9: Eight of Clubs

“…Trucy…” “You don’t have to,” she whispered. “I’ll be fine.” “I don’t mind,” replied Miles. Though he couldn’t see her face, he could hear the embarrassment in her voice as she admitted, “I’m not very fun right now. I don’t, um… cry, so…” As she spoke, Miles ascended the stairs. His hand came to gently rest upon her shoulder. What could he even say here? What mattered most right now? There was one thing always precious to Miles: the truth. The truth he would tell.

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47.0k words

9/? chapters

Canon-Divergence; AU

Summary

When Miles Edgeworth revisited Los Angeles, he never anticipated Phoenix Wright falling comatose from a near-lethal dosage of atroquinine. He also didn't anticipate his daughter, Trucy Wright, to fall under his care, or the loud and defensive Apollo Justice to jump on the case. After so many years of avoiding the man, Miles didn't anticipate how much it would hurt to imagine losing him.

Tags

Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Minimal Franmaya, Besties Clay & Apollo Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ichijou Mikumo | Kay Faraday, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright, Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice, Garyuu Kirihito | Kristoph Gavin, Aoi Daichi | Clay Terran, Houzuki Akane | Ema Skye, Ichiyanagi Yumihiko | Sebastian Debeste, Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin, Mayudzuki Daian | Daryan Crescend Hurt/Comfort, but the comfort comes later sorry folks, Father Figures, Coma, Pining, Poisoning, Mention of Seizures, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Seven Year Gap (Gyakuten Saiban), Hospitals, Gaslighting, Krisnix (They Hate Each Other), Trans Apollo Justice, Dadworth, Trans Phoenix Wright (Brief), aa4 rewrite, Canon typical silliness, no beta we die like gregory edgeworth, Unrealistic Courtroom Practices

[sankta-wraith]

Ok but imagine conclave during the 70 years.

Curie lingering in the rotunda to try and catch the tiniest glimpse of Faraday

Faraday hearing her laugh and dying a little inside because she used to laugh like that with him

Curie seeing him smile an knowing she'd give anything to make him smile at her again.

Faraday watching her argue with some new-order Scythes and thinking that he'd die 7 more death just to hold her again

Staring at each other from across the room, desperatly wanting to make eye contact even though they know they can't

Walking past each other and their hands brush and they freeze and then walk away in opposite directions because they love each other so much that they'll do anything to keep each other safe, even if its torture