#faraday imagine

[chiisanajimi]

dawwwgggg look at my lawyerrrrr

[hightidesandoldmen]

2Fords Au but the other interloping Ford (Fara) is also a teenager from a Magical Girl dimension is this anything

[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. 😭😭😭

[mewgatori]

September Illustrations

[bemydeathcult]

here's my timeskip/older kay faraday design !!! butch they/she kay u will always be famous

i imagine older kay becoming a private eye 👁️

inspo taken from wyrmghost & beasblues kay designs !! ive been rlly slacking on finishing any art lately bc of my job but i hope u guys like dis <3

[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

[kay2-0]

Curie, teaching Citra to drive: Okay. Imagine Scythe Faraday and Scythe Goddard are walking on a road at the same time. What do you hit?

Citra, immediately: Goddard.

Curie: Acceptable answer.

Curie: But it’s the breaks.

[sunstone-smiles]

Use Your Imagination!

Original request: "For Day 12, I wanna see Kay up to mischief since the Investigations Collection came out recently! Maybe some Lee Edgeworth and Gummy too?"

Author’s note: Wooo, time to (finally) celebrate the release of the Investigation Collection with a fic! Here’s Day 12 of Tickletober: “Mischief,” “Ancient,” and “Wall” from August’s Tickletober List, Crow’s Tickletober List, and Nim’s Tickletober List! I hope you enjoy!

Series: Ace Attorney Investigations

Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Detective Gumshoe, Kay Faraday

Word count: 1,576

Summary: Kay is playing an imaginative adventure game to obtain a ‘treasure,’ but Edgeworth’s lack of imagination disrupts her game; that is, until she gets a mischievous idea to rope him into her adventure. (Side note: There are no spoilers that are mentioned so please enjoy!)

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Imagine a tense sequence of an adventure movie, where the hero is in the depths of an underground cave, slowly approaching a room with ancient treasure that’s perched on top of a pedestal. That’s exactly the image that’s playing out in Kay’s brain currently. 

She tiptoes towards a rounded table near the entrance of Edgeworth’s prosecutor office, keeping her eyes locked on the ‘treasure’ she wants to obtain—the legendary, convenient stapler (that she took from Edgeworth’s desk).

“The adventure approaches the pedestal, careful not to set off any traps,” Kay narrates for herself in a quiet whisper. “And then…she makes a run for it!” Kay picks up speed towards the stapler. As she closes in on the treasure, her vision of the prize becomes obstructed. She stops on her heels as Gumshoe steps in front of the table with his arms thrown out like a goalie and in prime position to block any adventurer from passing through.

“Nice try, pal! But you’ll have to get through me first!” Gumshoe smiles as he plays along with Kay’s game.

“Drats! A wall!” Kay exaggerates her words. “Not a problem! I can just go around it!” She attempts to run around to both sides to find an opening at a different angle, but Gumshoe mimics her movements to block her path.

“Or how about going through it!” Kay exclaims right as she charges at Gumshoe. She tries to duck under his arms, but Gumshoe catches her. She stretches her arms as far as she can and flails them towards the stapler like she was swimming to it, although she’s just out of reach, even when trying to push her way through Gumshoe’s barricade.

Kay wiggles herself backwards out of Gumshoe’s hold and stares up at her ‘obstacle.’

“Sorry, pal, but you’re not getting past me that easily!” Gumshoe says.

“Well then! If I can’t go around or through the wall, then I guess the only option left is to make the wall crumble!” Kay balls up her fist in determination. However, under the guise of her determination, there’s a glint in her eye that’s practically brimming with mischief.

“Good luck with that. Because whatever you do, this wall will not brea–hehehehey!” Gumshoe’s last word morphs into giggles when Kay lunges her hands at the detective and starts tickling him. The strength to keep his arms up falters and he quickly squeezes them to his sides for protection, then twists to his right from her attack.

“Demolition by ticking!” Kay grins as she follows the detective's movements and scribbles into one of his sides.

“Nohohoho! My one weheheheakness!” Gumshoe continues to play along with the game. A giggly yelp comes from Gumshoe when Kay’s hand’s scribble at his belly, causing the detective to nearly fold in half.

“Kahahahahay, whahahait!” Gumshoe breaks character through his giggles. He leans forward even more, “Thahahat reheheheally tickles!” He loses his balance and collapses to his knees. His hands wrap around himself as Kay and her hands still follow him down.

“Ah ha!” Kay exclaims victoriously. She pulls her hands from Gumshoe, then races to claim her prize. 

“Now to just grab the treasure!” She reaches out for it, and just as she’s about to grab it, the stapler is snatched up by another hand right in front of her.

“Hey!” Kay looks up at the stapler now in the hands of Edgeworth. The prosecutor has loose papers in his hand and seemingly needs the stapler for its intended function. “Mr. Edgeworth!” Kay places her hands on her hips. “That’s my ancient treasure!”

“It is not treasure, Kay. It is my stapler and I need to use it,” Edgeworth says while looking at his paperwork instead of her. He begins to trot back to his desk.

“Aww, come on, Mr. Edgeworth!” Kay follows his footsteps. “Where’s your imagination?”

The prosecutor straightens his stack of papers and taps them on his desk.

“It’s on vacation,” he says bluntly. He clicks the stapler to the corner of the pages.

“Boooo! You’re no fun,” Kay jokingly insults him. “It’s like talking to a brick wall.” Just then, Kay blinks as if her vision needs clarity. She straightens her posture as an idea clicks in that playfully devious mind of hers. 

She points her index finger in the air as her classic, mischievous smile makes its second appearance. “But walls are meant to be broken!”

Edgeworth still has his eyes on his paperwork as he places it down, “Kay, what are you talking abo–hohout!” Edgeworth yelps mid sentence as Kay lunges her hands at him, pushing his back to the desk. She wastes no time as she scribbles into his sides, causing Edgworth to lean back and brace his free hand on the surface of the desk. His other hand still holds the stapler as airy snickers begin to release from the prosecutor.

“Demolition by tickling part two!” Kay smiles.

“Kahahahay! Get ohohoff mehehe!” giggles start to pour from Edgeworth as he’s momentarily pinned between Kay and his desk.

“Then give me the stapler back, Mr. Edgeworth!” Kay attempts to reach for the stapler, but Edgeworth holds it above his head. The pause in Kay’s tickling allows Edgworth to sidestep out of his pinned position and reach the corner of his desk.

“I will not!” Edgeworth backs away as Kay steps closer. 

“Then if you don’t give it back, you’re a thief!” she points at him. “And there’s only room for one Great Thief around here!” Kay smiles as she approaches Edgeworth. Edgworth backs up further and rounds the corner of his desk to his chair.

“How can I be a thief if it’s my stapler?!”

“Use your imagination! Remember, Mr. Edgeworth?” Kay says before running towards him.

“Kay, no!” Edgeworth runs in the other direction and around the rest of his desk with Kay chasing after him. The prosecutor rushes towards the front of the room, where Gumshoe is now standing.

“Get him, Gummy!” Kay shouts with a grin. As Edgeworth attempts to run past him, the detective wraps his arms around the prosecutor and spins around with him to halt his momentum.

“Gotcha!” Gumshoe says.

“Detective, don’t you dare!” Egdeworth frantically tries to wiggle himself out of Gumshoes' hold. He manages to get his arms free; however, Gumshoe throws his own arm across the prosecutor’s chest and pulls him back, then he puts Edgeworth’s stapler-holding arm in a headlock with his free arm to trap it. Gumshoe’s hand that’s wrapped across the prosecutor's chest immediately goes to work by tickling his underarm. Another yelp is followed by deep giggles that encase the prosecutor’s form.

Kay approaches with her hands on her hips again. “Ha ha! Looks like you set off a tickly trap while you were escaping! That’s why you gotta be a skilled adventurer like me,” she grins before winking at Gumshoe. “Thanks for the help, Gummy.”

“No problem, Kay,” Gumshoe smiles. 

Kay moves forward and assists Gumshoe, using her fingers to wiggle into Edgeworth’s belly. “Now, hand over the treasure!”

“Whahahat if I rehehefuse? Hahaha!” Edgeworth attempts to stand his ground as he wheezes through his words. A shriek suddenly comes from the prosecutor when Kay’s fingers crawl their way up to his ribs. 

“Then you get your ribs tickled, that’s what,” Kay grins, knowing that Edgeworth’s ribs are his weak point.

“Ahahalright! I gihihive! Juhuhuhust tahahake the stapler!”

“What stapler? I only see treasure,” Kay teases him one more time.

“The treasure, ohohokay?! Tahahake it!” 

Kay jumps up and immediately snatches her prize from his hand. Gumshoe releases Edgeworth from his trap, causing the prosecutor to squeeze his arms to his sides as he recovers breaths of air.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Kay takes a bow to celebrate her win.

“Glad you’re happy now,” Edgeworth uses one hand to rub his previously attacked ribs. “I’ll just use a paperclip or something as a temporary solution,” he begins to turn towards his desk.

“Nah, you can have it,” Kay holds out the stapler.

“Wh-What?!” Edgeworth stutters. “Kay, why did we just go through all of that if you didn’t even want the stapler?!” he questions.

“Yeah, Kay. I thought you said earlier that the stapler couldn’t be replaced with anything else as the treasure,” Gumshoe adds.

“I did it to have fun, of course,” Kay answers Edgeworth's question. “You need to have fun around the office more often. You’re lucky that Gummy and I are here to help with that.”

Edgeworth opens his mouth to begin a counter argument, but Kay speaks first. 

“Come on, Gummy! Let’s imagine a new scene! This time, we can be on a train heist!” 

“Sounds good to me, Kay!” Gumshoe replies and the two go back to their spot near the front of the office, after Kay runs over to return the stapler to Edgeworth’s desk.

Edgeworth rolls his eyes and disregards what he was going to say. He walks over to his desk, takes a seat, and grabs the paperwork he was working on. He straightens out another stack, then glances at the stapler now on his desk. Kay and Gumshoe’s new game can be heard in the background of his work. It doesn’t distract him, nor does it bother him. Truthfully, it makes the office a bit more lively; it makes it feel a bit less lonely.

Perhaps Kay, as mischievous as she can be, is right. The office just wouldn’t be the same without them.

[scythe-gaga]

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.

[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.

[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