#i actually like eddie fender though

[iris-drawing-stuff]

Watching the Ace Attorney grieve over the fact that Sebastian Debeste's official canon name being Eustace Winner is so funny to me. Like,

Eustace.

fucking

Winner.

That's his actual fucking name! Damn his parents must have hated hi-

oh... oh no

[un-pearable]

sorry eustace and eddie i will be deadnaming you

[kugamoogle]

I've seen a couple posts talking about combining Eustace/Sebastian's fan and official names together as a fun little compromise (which I love!!), and while most of the focus has indeed been on him because of his....interesting choice of surname, I've also seen almost as many posts talking about disliking Ray/Eddie's name change too—mostly due to the lack of subtlety with his new name and the erasure of the sword and shield motif, and wanted to share a compromise my friend and I came up with in case it helps anyone:

Eddie is short for Edmund.

Admittedly "Edmund" isn't a name I'm particularly fond of myself—I definitely prefer the way Raymond sounds and I think it suits his design better, but it shares the same root suffix—and subsequently a similar meaning—to "Raymond", with the ending suffix meaning "protector", and thus brings back some of the subtlety of his fan name. It's also not a perfect homage to the shield aspect, but personally I only recognized "Edgeworth" as being sword related at all after seeing the Japanese name (granted, I'm also dumb) so....make of it what you will ig.

Not a perfect solution (and I don't think I'm the first to come up with this specific idea by any means!), but since the majority of the complaints I've seen are about the meaning and the pun, versus issues with the actual name fitting his design or the sound of it, I figured it may help someone.

I will also agree he doesn't look like an "Edmund", but honestly that's just more of a reason for him to go by Eddie. Lol.

[beecauseevan]

first kiss in front of the team/at work!!

"You ready?" 

Eddie turns. He's been staring at the firehouse, but Buck is a much prettier sight, cast in gold by the morning sun filtering through the car windows.

"Ready? For work?" 

"Sure." Buck rolls his shoulders into the Jeep's driver's seat in a half shrug. "For work, and for—you know. Twenty-four hours is a long time."

Eddie leans against the door at his back, a smirk blooming on his face. "Is that a pickup line?"

"I don't have to use pickup lines on you," Buck tells him, but he's smirking too. "I picked you up a while ago."

Eddie hums.

"All I'm saying," Buck continues, "is that twenty-four hours… is a long time."

Eddie could keep playing hard to get. Taking the bait sounds more rewarding, though. He reaches for Buck, curls his fingers into the front of Buck's black t-shirt,  "Guess I better stock up on this while I still have the chance, huh?"

"I guess so," says Buck.

Eddie looks over his shoulder at the parking lot. It's empty, not a soul in sight.

"We're all alone," Buck mutters, voice softer than before, though the gleam in his eyes hasn't changed.

"All alone," Eddie agrees, and tugs him close.

They arrived in the parking lot half an hour early, but when they actually make it inside, their shift is about to start. That means the locker room is empty, which in turn doesn't mean much—the glass walls provide no privacy—but Buck is nothing if not bold.

"Stop," Eddie mutters, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, which hangs half-open from his shoulders. He doesn't have to glance up to know Buck is looking at him, can feel the weight of his gaze on the exposed skin of his chest. It makes him feel stupid, and tingly all over, and warm.

"I'm not doing anything," Buck replies, equally quiet, though the smile in his words is loud. 

"You're staring."

"I'm admiring."

And, honestly. Buck just spent four consecutive nights admiring every inch of Eddie's body. He should've looked his fill by now, but when Eddie finally meets his eyes, the hunger in Buck's smile is as obvious as it was this morning, yesterday, two weeks ago. Eddie shivers, glancing past Buck at the app bay to make sure nobody is watching them. 

What if they both took a sick day? What would Bobby say then?

He pulls himself together and slaps Buck's (gloriously naked) chest. "Get dressed."

"Yessir."

"Oh my god," says Eddie, and moves to the other side of the locker room before he forgets himself. 

And just in time, too. Hen knocks on the glass door, then sticks her head inside. "You guys coming?"

"Did the bell ring?" Buck asks, eyes wide. 

Hen narrows hers and looks from Buck to Eddie and back to Buck. "No. I think you would've heard that."

"Right," says Buck. "Sure. I wasn't distracted or anything."

Hen frowns at Eddie, clearly expecting him to know what is going on with Buck, and she's not wrong, but Eddie shrugs anyway, feigns ignorance. Hen sighs.

"Bobby made waffles," she says. "If you don't hurry up, I'm giving your share to Ravi."

The city keeps them busy, after that, provides them with a steady stream of fender benders and fires and the occasional cat stuck in a tree. By the time they get another moment to themselves, the sun is setting over the city and the station is awash in shades of crimson and gold.

Eddie is just stepping off the treadmill, sweaty and in dire need of a shower, when Buck joins him in the gym.

"Hey," Buck says. 

Just that. Just hey. He's smiling and his curls look soft in the afternoon sun, and Eddie wonders if this will ever stop being thrilling, if he'll ever be able to look at Buck without feeling like his chest is going to burst from all this love, if he'll ever be able to exist in Buck's presence without wanting, no, needing, to put his hands all over that glorious body.

"Hey yourself," he says, and Buck's smile widens, and he steps towards Eddie as if magnetized.

"I've missed you."

"You saw me ten minutes ago."

Buck shrugs. "You know what I mean."

Eddie does. He doesn't wish that he didn't. He likes knowing. 

"Sixteen hours," he says lowly, as Buck stops in front of him, just a few inches shy of appropriate—but then they've never needed much personal space when it came to each other. "Think you can manage?"

"Barely," Buck replies, before his smile sweetens. He looks down at his feet and Eddie looks down too, at Buck's hands, which are twitching at his sides as though they're desperate to reach out. "But, yeah. I'll manage."

Eddie nods. He drags his eyes back up and finds Buck watching him in return. He's so close Eddie can count his lashes, could trace the smile lines in the corners of his eyes.

"There you are." Chim strides into the gym and stops dead in his tracks, frowns at them, which may or may not have something to do with the fact that Eddie just jumped away from Buck like he's been stung. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Eddie says, too quickly.

Chim's frown deepens. Behind him, Hen appears on the scene of the crime, watching them over Chim's shoulder.

"If you guys are in some kind of trouble—"

And really, that's just uncalled for. Eddie opens his mouth and closes it again when he realizes he doesn't really have an excuse. Not for the first and probably not for the last time, Buck saves him.

"It's, uhm. Christopher's birthday party," he says. "We're—making plans."

Hen looks at Chim, who shakes his head.

"Chris' birthday is months away," she says.

"Well." Buck scratches the side of his neck. "Doesn't hurt to be prepared, right?"

He slides a pointed look Eddie's way, waiting for backup. Eddie opens his mouth.

It's new, still, this thing between them, new but not fragile. Three weeks ago, when their first kiss shattered every single one of Eddie's defenses, when he finally allowed himself a shot at true happiness, he warned Buck—told him that it would take him some time, that he would not be able to be Buck's plus one to a wedding any time soon.

Buck laughed at him, told him to stop worrying and we're not going to any weddings anyway, Eddie, unless you know something I don't, and kissed him again, and ever since then, he's been—patient, and careful, and wonderful, and everything Eddie could ask for and more.

He'd live like this, in secret, for another six years if Eddie asked it of him.

"Cause, you know," Buck continues, probably realizing that Eddie is too distracted to help him, and covering for him immediately, because he has his back even now. "Teenagers, they have—expectations. Right?"

"Right," says Eddie, and then he reaches out a hand and cups Buck's cheek and pulls him into a kiss, firm and sweet. When he breaks away, Buck is slack-jawed and glowing, and Eddie clears his throat and turns back to Chim and Hen, who are watching them with twin blank expressions. "Any more questions?"

"Huh," says Chim.

"Huh," adds Hen, and then, to Chim, "you owe me so much money. I knew it would happen before Christmas."

Chim groans loudly. Eddie leaves him to his misery and turns to Buck, who still looks stunned.

"Okay?" he asks quietly. He's lightheaded and giddy and so, so happy.

Buck's expression morphs into something different, something new, something that looks a lot like the inside of Eddie's chest feels—soft and warm and wonderful. "Okay. You?"

They have to talk to Bobby, and soon. Their future holds questions, of that Eddie is sure, and a lot of paperwork. He doesn't care about any of that right now.

"Never better," he says, and kisses Buck again.

[folklorebau]

the one — eddie roundtree

pairing: eddie roundtree x fem!musician!reader

description: after breaking your heart and losing your trust, eddie tries to win your heart back. through all the hurt, comes a lot of light.

warnings: written in interview style like the book! reader is a musician but she isn’t in the band, use of Y/N (</3). REQ’s are open!

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Eddie: I asked myself a lot of questions back then, but I could never actually answer any of them. It was like everything good had blown up in my face and it was all my fault. I didn’t really know what to do.

Karen: Chase two girls, lose the one. I always knew Eddie loved Y/N, but he also loved Camila. I told Eddie he had to go away and have a think about everything.

Warren: Whatever he felt for Camila, it was different with Y/N. Camila was his first love, sure, but Y/N is the love of his life.

Eddie took himself away from the band for a few days, he arranged it with the necessary people and put in place a ‘getaway plan’ as he recalls it. He stayed away for an extra week, hiding away in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When he came back he had a new guitar, a green Fender Stratocaster, and a few unfinished love songs.

Warren: Why he took himself up to Oregon of all places I will never know. He would of been welcome to hand on my boat but the man had shit to sort through I suppose.

Karen: Whatever he did those few days he was gone worked wonders.

Eddie: The second I got back I picked Karen up and swung her around. I couldn’t thank her enough.

Y/N: I wouldn’t be a second choice, I left because that’s what it felt like with him, that I was always going to be second choice.

Eddie: I always thought I knew best but I really didn’t. I knew Billy wouldn’t like the songs I had written, because it was always what him and Daisy had written that mattered. I think Karen was nervous when I told her I’d been writing.

Karen: I thought he had gone mad. [Laughs]

Billy: I would have heard him out at least, but… no I probably would have hated whatever he had come up with. I was a control freak like that. We [Him and Daisy] both were.

Eddie: I didn’t care what Billy thought of them. I hadn’t written them for Billy, I wrote them for me, but also for Y/N.

Y/N: [Laughs] They were… well they were okay! He poured his whole heart into them, so they were special but Eddie Roundtree is not a songwriter!

Eddie: She said that? [Laughs] Well… she’s right! I suppose I just wanted to tell her how I really felt. Once I had shown her what I’d come up with she sat down next to me and just started scribbling all over it.

Y/N: I wanted to finish one of the songs.

Eddie: She had picked one out, ‘The 1’. It was about what you wish you had, what you could of had if you hadn’t messed everything up.

Y/N: I kind of wanted to make him sweat a bit.

Eddie: I was so nervous, I just kept thinking say something, say anything!!

Y/N: We stayed up late laughing, drinking, writing. We talked about Eddie’s time in Oregon. I told him what I had gotten up to.

Eddie: Then she told me she had missed me.

Y/N: I was so worried to let him back in.

Eddie: I was so glad she let me in. So glad.

Eddie Roundtree sold the song to an up and coming band. Y/N and Eddie were credited as the songwriters for the record. Upon release it climbed the charts to number 32. The pair celebrated with the band they had sold the record to by buying them lunch one afternoon in California.

Eddie: She made me work for it.

Y/N: Like I said, I wanted to see him sweat.

Eddie: I didn’t mind though. Life was very fast, very unpredictable back then. I got to slow down with her, just making sure she was okay, checking in, having meals together, falling asleep next to each other, it was all… it felt like a sure thing. I felt very lucky, and the most alive I think. Yeah.

Y/N: He had asked me a couple times, can we make this official? I told him to wait it out. I think I wanted to know that he would stick it out, that he would wait for me for once. A lot of our relationship at the start felt like me waiting around for him. It wasn’t a payback thing necessarily, more just, I don’t know. I was protecting my heart.

Eddie: I felt very… unsure. I didn’t know if I was worth it to her. I think she saw that in me, that I didn’t really value myself. She turned that around.

Y/N: One night before a show, I turned up and he was so shocked to see me. I remember his face just lighting up, I knew then. I knew with everything in me, I wanted him and he wanted me.

Eddie: I had pined and grovelled for months and right before I am about to step on stage to a sold out show, she kisses me. I couldn’t believe it. I actually couldn’t believe her! I swear she just liked to see me sweat.

Y/N: I didn’t mean to! At the time I had gone to just see the band. Well, I was going to see Eddie too but I didn’t intend on kissing him! I’m glad I did though.

[wall-maria-around-ba-sing-se]

✨Rating the new localized names ✨

Justine Courtney -> Verity Gavèlle: very pretty name actually. If we weren’t going to get to keep the very good “Justine Courtney” then this is a close second. I might end up liking it more one of these days if it keeps growing on me. Depends on if you like the pun on “Truth Gavel” or “Justice Court” better 9/10 new name

Raymond Shields -> Eddie Fender: E DDIEFENDER -> “A DEFENDER”?? HIS NAME IS A DEFENDER? This is PEAK ace attorney name. I love Raymond Shields and this is good too. A little on the nose though… on the other other hand Ray Shields sounds like a superhero name so 7/10 new name

Sebastian Debeste -> Eustace Winner - I conceded that DeBest was not the most subtle of last names either but there’s a reason the entire tag is making fun of this name. I can get behind Eustace because it’s a very “rich kid” name and it sounds like he’s also being called useless, but his ass is not named Winner 2/10

[astrahannah]

Also, I really like Eddie Fender as a name? Well, the pun feels lazy, but this guy

really does look like an Eddie to me, actually. That's subjective, though

[0nemorestranger]

Despite the swagger during lunch periods and generally unapproachable persona, Eddie was an easy guy to get along with. At least when he was wasted.

Steve found him lying down under a tree in Tina’s yard at the Halloween party. It was just after Nancy finished her bullshit diatribe and he’d stormed out. Even now he couldn’t tell if he wanted to leave – drive until he couldn’t see straight, end up in a ditch. He’d had a drink when they first got there, but he was the DD after Nancy drank like a fish and unlike most of the company he’d just walked away from, he took that seriously. Especially after what happened last year. After he thought he liked his life, liked living it, and the idea of having it ripped from him by an interdimensional slime monster was less than ideal. Right now though, he wondered if he’d been too hasty. But it didn’t matter. People knew Steve Harrington. He could wrap himself around a telephone pole or get in a tiny fender-bender and people would cry DUI no matter what.

“Hey there, gorgeous.”

He picked his head up from the passenger side window and looked in the direction of the voice. Eddie’s eyes were half-closed and there was a hazy smile on his face. Steve actually chuckled. “I think you got me confused with somebody else, man."

“I know who you are, Steve Harrington.” Eddie sat up like Michael Myers and Steve waited as he scrambled to his feet, shambled over to the Beamer. “I seem to’ve lost my inhibitions, and my so-called friends left me here to languish. Made a nifty little profit, though. Drunk kids’ll pay anything for anything. Could’ve sold ‘em a bag of oregano if I was daring enough, kept the supply for myself.”

“Got any more of that supply?” Steve asked as Eddie leaned against the car. “I’m not drunk, but right now…” He laughed again. “Shit, I’ll pay anything for anything.”

“Ooh…” he hummed. “Poor little baby. Look in the mirror and see a hair outta place?” He grinned when Steve told him to shove it. “Well, unfortunately for you they cleaned me out. Fortunately for you I’m feelin’ charitable: gimme a lift back to my place and I’ll give you some of the good stuff for free."

Now, passing a cigarette between him and Billy, Steve wondered if Eddie remembered that. He’d expected him to be sloppier, more incoherent – certainly not able to flirt – but he also never made anything obvious. When Steve passed him in the hallway and chanced a look, Eddie had never been glancing back at him. When Eddie got on one of his soap boxes, ranting about shit that didn’t matter, that was more likely to get him beaten up than anything, he’d never made any pointed remarks toward Steve. Glanced in his direction, sure, but only because he was sitting with the guys who actually gave him a hard time. No locked gazes, no knowing smiles, and despite his better judgement Steve never raised his voice against the aforementioned roughing up. Maybe Eddie had been more drunk than he let on. Maybe he was playing it safe.

Or maybe none of it meant anything.

little snippet of a harringroveson fic i've been working on! it takes place two days before thanksgiving (coincidentally when i started writing) but i haven't been motivated to finish it. i'm hoping posting this blurb will make me get my butt in gear and have it up before the end of the year at least

[fraeuleintaka]

Character Introduction (Investigations 2): Eddie Fender

This is the 42nd post in the Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Countdown: 39 days left until release!

Today's topic: Eddie Fender Character Introduction!

Like with Justine (Verity) I'll be using his fan-translated name, Raymond (Ray) Shields, throughout this post.

Ray's introduction mostly paints him as mysterious, probably to invoke the way he gets introduced in the game with Miles being familiar with him but not having seen him in years and Gumshoe and Kay having no idea who he is. The introduction mentions this mysterious relationship with Ray knowing something about Miles' past but not specifying what and instead framing it as a question of what they could have to do with each other considering Miles is a prosecutor and Ray a defense attorney. It's kind of funny how intriguing Ray's introduction tries to make this sound when Gregory's introduction readily admits that Ray used to be his assistant which is their entire connection. You also find this out pretty quickly in the game and Ray mostly becomes a supportive figure. I guess they didn't want to spoil that though (especially because Ray spends a good part of I2-2 needling Miles about being Manfred's disciple before he's convinced that Miles has changed) so they only talk about this initial mystery. Doesn't help when Gregory's introduction spoils it then though.

Apart from this Ray is also described as always joking around (very true and something that actually annoys Miles sometimes) yet at the same time as being surprisingly perceptive, a skilled defense attorney and easily seeing through others' tricks. Especially the latter two are more of an informed ability as we never see Ray directly work as a defense attorney or confront someone. Still, there are several occasions where he helps Miles out of a bind or gives helpful advice of different kinds so he's definitely perceptive enough that the other points would easily follow.

Ray's full character artwork comes across as pretty neutral to me. He's definitely confident and more relaxed than confrontational which fits his joking nature but apart from that nothing really stands out. I like that he holds his hand to his hat (like he does when running) to kind of direct the attention towards it as it used to be Gregory's hat and therefore holds a lot of meaning for Ray. His chosen chibi sprite animation is him shrugging which I'd call his quintessential animation as it perfectly encapsulates his laid-back attitude. Very good choice and I like the facial expression he gives with it, that sort of half-smile.

[kuriboo]

hey have you seen the Nintendo direct today & if so how ya feelin

I saw some tweets earlier so I knew a bit of what I was getting into but I just watched it and HOLY FUCK MAN.................

under the cut i'll scream about everything i'm excited about! but this is one of the best directs of all time! this is SUPER long sorry but please know i am SO HAPPY this is one of hte best directs of all time i think

I WAS SO WORRIED MARIO AND LUIGI AS A SERIES WAS DEAD ;; I'M SO HAPPY IT'S COMING BACK!!! IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ART STYLE, THE GAMEPLAY! IT'S MARIO AND LUIGI!!!! I'm SO EXCITED!!! I'm behind on this series I still need to play dream team (I should probably start it over at this point, I have this digitally it came on my original 3ds and I've transferred it between systems twice now) and paper jam (I OWN THIS SOMEWHERE but my stuff is in disarray from room renovations...I'll find it some day) but I'M SO EXCITED! FOR BROTHERHOOD!

I'm more excited for the Dragon Quest remakes than I thought I'd be! I saw they were being remade and I was like okay yeah sure...this already was released on switch my brother already owns these...but this remake actually looks way better than the previous release on switch! I'm into this! I'm down for this!! It looks a lot better! I beat dq1 a while back, I need to restart dq2 because I haven't played it in so long... and I was just told I should've started with dq3, which I haven't played, LMAO so

Super Mario Party Jamboree...a third Mario Party on Switch! I'm excited for the return of Western Land, I'm excited for another Mario Party, I love Mario Party it's a longtime family favorite (though we barely played any between 3 and super, we have super and superstar on switch though) so anytime there's new Mario Party content I'm happy! I think I would've preferred an update/dlc of superstars, but...I can see why it's not! I'd like to play this online with family! I'm just a little scared at the possibility of not being able to play with pro controllers again...joy con exclusive gameplay is scary

ECHOES OF WISDOM! FEMINISM WINS! I saw screenshots of this on twitter but oh the trailer has me so hyped.... ZELDA SAVING LINK LETS GO........ I LOVE ZELDA'S OUTFIT AND HER FAIRY COMPANION AND MAGIC LOOK SO COOL! This is gonna be so fun to play. And I'll probably be a lot less anxious playing this than botw/totk since there shouldn't be weapon durability? so this might end up being my favorite switch zelda pretty easily lol. I'VE WANTED PLAYABLE ZELDA FOR SO LONG I LOVE THIS

Hello Kitty game I might pick up depending on the price.... it looks cute!

The Looney Tunes game looks so funny I kinda wanna play it SPACE JAM!!!!!!!!!

I'm probably not gonna get Luigi's Mansion 2 HD anytime soon but I LOVE LUIGI HE'S MY GUY HE'S THE DREAMBOAT THE GOAT THE DREAMGOAT.... I've never played any Luigi's Mansions though! I think I have 2 on 3ds but again, I'm not sure where it is.... Idr if we have 3 or not? We might? I'd like to play a Luigi's Mansion game someday but it's not my biiiiiggest priority. As much as I love Luigi, I love him so so so so much, but without ever having played it, I have this nervousness that I might not like the Mansion series...

I WISH I HAD EXPANSION PACK I WANNA PLAY FOUR SWORDS SO BAD

I have been screaming about the ace attorney investigations collection ALL DAY dude. This games have SUCH a good story (I've only watched playthroughs) so I'm excited to play them myself!!! The fantranslation has definitely impacted a bit of my excitement though. The name changes in particular... Verity Galile is honestly a good name, Eustace Winner is growing on me (I'm worried what they're changing Blaise to...), but Eddie Fender............I'm sorry but that is RAYMOND SHIELDS i DO NOT like the name eddie fender i CANNOT get behind it sorry.... BUT THE STORY OF THESE GAMES MAN I'M SO EXCITED!!! I JUST GOT THE APOLLO JUSTICE TRILOGY FOR MY BIRTHDAY (a couple of months late, but, uh, extenuating circumstances led to my dad keeping forgetting to order it, i am not mad) so i wanna play that before AAI and I STILL NEED TO PLAY THE GREAT ACE ATTORNEY COLLECTION TOO..... BUT MAN I LOVE ACE ATTORNEY I'M SO EXCITED I WANTED TO CRY

metroid prime 4! i still need to get into the metroid series (i need to give it another try, i haven't been able to get myself to really enjoy it yet) but i'm excited for metroid fans! this is such a long time coming...and now it's so close! the graphics look really good! i don't have much else to say about this one.

AND MAN

OH

MAN

THE UNEXPECTED GOAT

I DIDN'T SEE THIS GAME BEFORE WATCHING THE DIRECT BECAUSE NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT

BUT OH MY GOSH

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NEW PHANTOM BRAVE GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love phantom brave SO SO SO SO MUCH i wanna CRY i'm SO SO SO HAPPY!!!!! ASH AND MARONA ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT WE MIGHT GET ANOTHER PHANTOM BRAVE! IT WASN'T EVEN A HOPE BECAUSE I JUST DIDN'T THINK IT COULD EVER HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

idk about the mech part that's gonna have to grow on me but YOU CAN FUSE CHARACTERS WITH MARONA AND GIVE HER CUTE NEW OUTFITS???????????????????????????

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PHANTOM BRAVE PHANTOM BRAVE

when this came up in the direct i literally could not stop stimming and shaking i SCREAMED i am SO SO HAPPY

i think i'm more excited for htis game than anyone else because literally no one that i've seen is talking about it but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[purenguyening]

Share your favourite things with me for that hangout ask (I'd also like to hear about your day and fandom opinions if you don't mind.

At the moment, I really like acrylic paint (I haven't done a real painting, just using it to color paper. But I do like the process of mixing colors on a palette, and to a degree, I find the process of cleaning brushes soothing. In terms of food, maybe it's just the humidity, but for whatever reason, I've been really craving anything salty (preferably seasoned with MSG), but salty cheeses and chips are always on the mind....

At the time I got this ask, I had wrapped up some business with the bank. Earlier in the day was also fiddling around with making patterned paper, but it was quite humid so the sharpie kind of smudged more than I was expecting... Not a bad way to spend the day off. At the given moment my day just started and work is just getting the ball rolling, though so far nothing for me to specifically to do since a lot of other things need to be done before I can get my hands on the load.

As for fandom....

In general, I feel like overall fandom seems a bit more hostile than usual. There's always some hostile people in fandom, but I think over the years, but it spiked starting in like 2016 and then snowballed in 2020. I think it's less obvious on tumblr and twitter tends to bring the anger out in everyone... but from my observations it feels extremely suffocating as the days pass....I have an understand how it came about, but it does feel...worrying.

For something specific, this is mostly because I finished replaying th fan translations of the second Investigations game, I do feel like Eddie Fender got the short end of the stick in terms of depth.

My general impression of him is that he's a guy who doesn't really like professionalism/decorum and tries to keep everything casual and laid back. In theory, this is an interesting character trait, because it would help him with investigations, like, in the sense of trying to calm down his client or witnesses who are all over the place emotionally. But this concept doesn't really show up despite his theme and his overall design hinting this. He does explicitly state that he thinks Miles can be too uptight and then the rest of the cast thinks he's not serious enough, so I kind of wished he had a chance to use his approach actually be fruitful rather than a punchline (in game he's just remembered for him casually flirting with everyone, and I got tired of the bit after a while).

This was a complaint(?) I had the first time I played the game, but I do think that it would have been good moment if Eddie actually offered a hug to Eustace in the fourth or fifth case, and thus, making use of one of his "gags" and actually used for something serious. I still have this feeling after replaying it again...

If you made it to the end, here's something I've been working on:

I've recorded myself assembling them together, but I haven't actually gotten around to making the video to post because I still need to make the art that's inspired by this. I have two ideas in mind, just need to get around to actually start...lol.

[quailfence]

[Image description: A series of Tweets by (rainbow emoji) grivey @ rip Sebastian debeste (@/sufjansevens). The first one has a doodle of Sebastian/Eustace from Ace Attorney giving a tumbs up, with "Eustace Winner" written below them. The rest of the tweets read as follows:

(Caps) How the hell do I make a shipname out of Eustace Winner (end caps).

eddie fender. actually also like that more than shields i always felt that was a Little lazy. kinda suits his personality (arrow) trying not to look at eustace winner

Verity is great though i fully accept that (arrow) guy who honestly thought Justine courtney was a kind of bad name

(Caps) I'm not calling her Eustace (end caps). End description.]

@aa-described @aceattorney-described

[beecauseevan]

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The bell rings, and Eddie puts those thoughts away, shoves them back into whatever box they have escaped from. Buck lets go of him, finally, regretfully, pulls off the sweater as he pounds down the stairs, and there's not much time for inappropriate thoughts after that. 

It's not a complicated call, just some festive road rage resulting in a fender bender, but it takes them the better part of the hour to examine everyone and make sure they can go home without dropping dead before the new year. That means, though, that when they finally make it back to the firehouse, everyone who was missing before has arrived. 

A high pitched "Uncle Buck!" greets them when they jump out of the engine, followed by a whirlwind in a rainbow cardigan, and then Jee is throwing himself at Buck, who looks, somehow, even happier than he did earlier. He picks her up and then Eddie loses sight of him, because he's folded into a warm hug by Pepa, who kisses his cheek. 

"Edmundo," she says, "mi angelito. Merry Christmas.”

Eddie hugs her tight. “You too, Tia. I'm glad you made it."

"Of course I made it."

She pulls back and then there's Chris, who lets Eddie hug him too, preteen angst be damned. 

"Merry Christmas, dad," he says into Eddie's shoulder, audibly smiling, and Eddie feels warm all over, a comfortable, familiar warmth, one he doesn't have to lock up anywhere. 

When Eddie releases him, Chris instantly gravitates towards Buck. They exchange the newest version of their secret handshake and then a hug, one-armed because Buck is still holding Jee, and Buck achieves the impossible by glowing even brighter. He radiates happiness like the sun does light. It should be a fire hazard. That much happiness could kill a man, Eddie thinks, but Buck isn't just any man, and he's been made to glow like this.

"Actually, Eddie," Buck says, when they all turn towards the stairs, "can—can we—" 

But then he stops, just as a warm hand finds Eddie's, and soft lips find Eddie’s cheek. 

"How was the call?" Marisol asks, her brown eyes warm and beautiful in the artificial light of the app bay. 

"Uh." Eddie glances over his shoulder but Buck is gone, his broad back already halfway up the stairs. He turns back to Marisol and returns her smile. "It was fine. Just some freeway drama."

"You can tell me about it over some eggnog," Marisol suggests, and Eddie sees no reason to deny her. 

Later, he bumps into Buck again, by the cookies this time, and fortunately without a physical collision. Jee is still clinging to him and Buck is in a hurry, or so he tells Eddie while shoveling cookies onto a paper plate. 

"I promised Chris I'd show him how to get better at Firefighting Simulator," he says, grabbing a bunch of lovingly decorated gingerbread firetrucks and piling them up next to a stack of chocolate chip cookies. "He thinks it's going to be lame, so I have to prove him wrong."

"It is kind to lame," Eddie says, "and no offense, but you kind of suck at it."

"Offense taken," Buck tells him, pointing at him with a candy cane. "Offense very much taken."

"Cookie," Jee demands, making grabby hands, and Buck adjusts her on his hip and hands her a gingerbread truck. 

"Anyway," he says, "when I'm done with that, can we—you know, can we talk?"

Eddie stops what he's doing—he's halfway through a chocolate chip cookie, which freezes in midair, miles away from his mouth—and looks at Buck. He thinks back to the stolen moment by the Christmas tree, and wonders—and tells himself to stop. 

"Sure," he says casually, and nods, for good measure. "Just find me when he's done laughing at you."

"Fu-dge you," Buck coursecorrects at the last second, glancing at Jee. "He'll love it. You'll see."

Chris doesn't love it. Chris thinks it's lame, and ends up kicking Buck's ass at Mario Kart instead. 

Buck tells him this much later, when he corners Eddie in the kitchen, where Eddie is brewing coffee refills for those amongst them whose night won’t end when the party does, who will be sleeping in the bunk room as opposed to their own beds. 

"Told you so," Eddie says, taking a moment to bask in the glory of being right, a moment that's cut short when Buck turns to him, with that intensity once again haunting his blue eyes.

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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"Shouldn't you be with him/her" for Fenders for DADWC? Please and thank you!

thank you so much for the prompt! this is definitely a piece that needs to be edited sober, but I hope you enjoy what I have here nonetheless. for @dadrunkwriting

Fic: Better to Ask Forgiveness

Darktown is as filthy and miserable as ever when Fenris steps off the lift, only barely missing a puddle eddying with putrid water. He adjusts the hood of his cloak, but even underground, there’s no escaping the rain. It sluices down the walls from pipes and holes above, the sewers for once fulfilling their intended purpose as polluted water forms shallow, fast-moving rivers on the ground. The smell is almost enough to cover the stench of chokedamp and rot.

Fenris moves gingerly, his long familiarity guiding him through the dark passages even with unsure footing. Only once does he slip, his foot plunging into an unpleasantly warm stream of sewage before Fenris can reel back. He curses, trying to shake the worst of the clinging damp away before it can sink into his leggings, but it’s of little use. His mood fouls further but he diligently continues on, not about to let the inconvenience of this whole matter stop him from reaching his destination.

No one bothers him as he approaches the clinic, either well-used to the sight of him or, more likely, wary of the large sword he carries slung over his back. Thus, his trip through the dank warrens of the city is quiet, giving him more than enough time to think.

Or more time to brood, as Varric would no doubt point out should he ever hear of this incident. Bad enough the dwarf was witness to Fenris’ shameful loss of control after killing Hadriana today. Bad enough Fenris put his foot in his mouth hard enough to choke on it not once, but twice. Bad enough that he’d already gone, head hanging, to Hawke’s door to apologize and ask for advice-

Fenris turns the final corner before his destination.

The lantern is out, and that of all things is what makes Fenris hesitate, his steps slowing to a stop as he nears the closed and barred door. If the lantern is out, that must mean the mage inside is asleep or working on his manifesto. The latter he does not care about interrupting, but if Anders is finally getting some sleep for once…

No, Fenris is just making excuses now.

Honestly he had not expected Anders to follow him out of that slaver den onto the coast, but in hindsight he should have; Anders’ footsteps ground in the sand louder than any decent warrior’s would. Fenris had been in no mood to listen to anything a mage had to say at the time, much less accept any platitudes he would surely offer, not after Hadriana tried to drip poison in his ear. So when Anders had put a hand on his shoulder, probably meaning to comfort or to question...

“Get your filthy hands off of me, abomination! Leave me be!”

His hands clench, gauntlets creaking in protest as he wrenches himself out of the recollection, still staring at the half-rotten wood of the door.

“Tell him you’re sorry, Fenris,” Hawke had advised him, as if words between them were ever that easy, when even months into their involvement a number of their conversations still end in sniping, though they’ve been much less vicious about it.

Until now.

Kaffas, but he’s stalling again. Before he can wander in any more mental circles he raises his fist to bang on the door. The wood shudders under his fist, but thankfully holds up under the assault.

“The clinic is closed!” a muffled voice calls from inside, confirming the mage is still awake.

“Then it is good I am not in need of healing,” Fenris says.

Silence descends but for the sound of water dripping, before his keen hearing picks up the rustle of footsteps approaching the door. There is the thump of the bar being lifted, then the healer throws the door open with a deep scowl on his face.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with him?” Anders practically sneers.

Fenris blinks, his irritation giving way to confusion for a moment.

“What are you talking about?”

“You went to Hawke’s house, I saw you with my own eyes. I figured you had your company for the night. Non-mage company.”

Saw him enter Hawke’s mansion? That meant Anders had been all the way in Hightown… to see Fenris? He takes in the mage’s damp hair for a split second before the last part of Anders’ statement sinks in.

“My company- fasta vass, mage, I did not seek Hawke to sleep with him! I went to apologize.”

Anders’ mouth falls open with shock for a long moment, his cheeks flushing with an all-too-familiar anger.

“You went to apologize to Hawke for being an asshole earlier and not to me?”

“Perhaps you can look beyond your own nose for once and realize that I am standing here, speaking to you now!” Fenris snaps, then clenches his teeth as a wave of exhaustion follows. They will get nowhere in this if he flies off the handle at Anders’ every pointed remark. He tries to shove the bubbling anger down, lock it away. It doesn’t work well but his words do, for once, get Anders to close his mouth – and a flicker of blue cracks across the mage’s cheek for a split second before it’s gone. Fenris clenches his teeth but does not remark on the spirit’s presence, no matter how he longs to point out the loss of control it implies.

The spirit is not why he is here.

“May I come in?”

That, finally, seems to prompt the mage to realize they still stand half in the entryway, their discussion readily audible to any passerby.

“Fine,” Anders says, the wrinkle between his brows deepening. He moves out of the doorway and Fenris resists shoving his way in, waiting until the man is well clear to follow.

The clinic echoes with dripping water, though in the weak candlelight Fenris can see the buckets set out to catch the worst of the leaks. The room is thankfully otherwise deserted.

Anders picks his way back to his small, walled-off private space and Fenris watches his back until he reaches a makeshift writing desk. Curls of parchment covered with spidery handwriting cover the surface, but Fenris only has a moment to take them in before Anders turns, pinning him with a scrutinizing look. It finally prompts him to speak.

“I am sorry, for the words I spoke both in the caves, and after. It was wrong of me.”

Anders stands stiff for a moment.

“That’s all you have to say?” he asks.

“I will not try to placate you with flowery words, if that’s what you want,” Fenris grinds out.

“You could promise not to do it again, for a start!” Anders replies.

“Like you, I often do not think before I speak!” he snaps, then closes his eyes and reminds himself he can’t pinch his brow the way he would like to while wearing the gauntlets. “I can’t promise I will not lose my temper, as you well know.”

“I’m not asking you to not get angry, you’re more than entitled to feel anger after everything you’ve been through. I just-” He shakes his head, but before Fenris so much as opens his mouth to reply, he continues. “I thought you’d grown tired of my filthy, abominable hands.” Anders holds out those hands with palms up, spreading staff-calloused fingers wide. His mouth twists up like he’s trying to make a joke, but the words fall flat. “Tired of being with a mage. After the way you acted… You’ve been disgusted by me the whole time, haven’t you?”

“No!” Fenris denies immediately, before his brain can catch up with his mouth. Anders jerks as if surprised by his vehemence, dropping his hands. “That’s not the reason I pushed you away. I... needed to be alone for my own sake, which is exactly why I left without our company in the first place.”

“Then it’s my fault that I followed you?”

“Must you be so willfully obtuse? That’s not what I said.”

“Then what are you saying? Spell it out for me, Fenris, because if I have to listen to one more person tell me about the evils of magic I’m going to scream, I swear to the Maker.”

Fenris wants to laugh. As far as threats go, screaming is the least of what a mage as powerful as Anders could do in response to anyone who challenges him. After a long debate with himself he steps forward, reaching out, half-surprised Anders even lets him take his hand. He is careful not to let the sharp edges of his taloned gauntlets dig into the mage’s skin.

“I’m not disgusted by you. I am conflicted by everything I have experienced at mages’ hands, but you have yet to hurt me with magic.” He takes a deep breath, “I… care for you, and value what we have together. But I need to be alone sometimes to collect myself. After what that bitch Hadriana said-” he cuts himself off before his temper can flare again, looking up to meet Anders’ gaze. “I will not abandon you in a fight, but if I otherwise leave, you must let me go. I will return.” Return to you, pushes itself across his tongue, but he bites it back.

That, he’s not ready to speak aloud.

“...Agreed,” Anders says after a long moment, his whole expression weighed down with expectation. “But I need something from you, too.”

Fenris doesn’t tense – can already guess what the man wants. He waits.

“Unless I actually break out in boils and spine twisting, don’t call me that again,” he says, tone level.

“Agreed.”

“Then I forgive you,” Anders says, easy as that. The mage tugs Fenris closer by the hand, and where Fenris expects to be pulled into a kiss, he’s instead swept into a fierce hug. Tentatively, he wraps his arms around Anders’ torso, trying not to let a faceful of unkempt, damp copper-blond hair get in his mouth. Anders’ grip isn’t quite crushing, but it comes close, and after a long moment Fenris feels himself relaxing against the warmth of the man’s body.

For now, it’s enough

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Laundry Day

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 Buck had overslept. Slept straight through his alarms, only to wake up 13 minutes before he needed to be leaving for work. Second time this week and, to matters worse, every single one of his LAFD shirts was balled up in the corner of his room. After pulling on the bottom half of his uniform, he sniffed the balled-up shirts. Rank, rancid, double rank, gag-inducing. The thought of wearing a disgusting smelling shirt made Buck's skin crawl, so he threw on a plain black shirt and hoped for the best. Hopefully, Bobby wouldn't see him before he could pull on an actual LAFD shirt straight from the dryer.

Buck pulled into the station's parking lot 11 and a half minutes later. He wiped a sheen off his temple and hoped Bobby wouldn't notice the stark lack of logo. He made a beeline for the dryer and grabbed one of the shirts from the pile in the basket. He hastily put on the first shirt that smelled like detergent, shoving his black shirt into his bag. Crisis averted.

Upstairs, Eddie, Bobby, Hen, and Chimney were deep in conversation about the "curse" a few days ago. "At least it's not like last time." Hen was saying. "Live power pole on one truck and the other one stolen."

"That was not the fault of the "curse", just an unlucky coincidence. The q word can't jinx you, it's just a word." Eddie shook his head, shoveling hot sauce covered scrambled eggs into his mouth. Chimney and Hen shared a look that said, 'He can not be serious.'

"Mhm. Just a coincidence." Buck raised his eyebrows, bringing the attention of his colleagues to him at the top of the stairs. "You wouldn't be saying that because the curse gave you a reason to ask out Christopher's English teacher or anything, right?" Eddie was smart enough to have his mouth full by the time Buck finished, as to avoid Hen's questioning eyes, Bobby's subtle brow raise, or Chimney's blunt questions.

"Is that why you said you had other plans?" Chimney almost threw his fork on the table in mock outrage. Hen rolled her eyes at Chimney's outburst. Bobby just went back to his eggs. Eddie just nodded and finished off his eggs, wiping the excess hot sauce off his plate with his last forkful.

"Good for you, man. We did save a life, you missed out." Chimney continued, trailing off as Buck moved to get a serving of eggs. No hot sauce, extra salt, extra pepper, extra garlic powder. And cheese. Lots of cheese. By the time Buck turned around, the entire table was staring at him. Their eyes moved from Buck to each other, having an unspoken conversation.

"What?" Buck quirked an eyebrow at their expressions. Bobby had his usual glint in his eyes, Chimney looked like he was about to explode, and Hen looked completely normal. Eddie, on the other hand, was staring a hole into his empty plate. The top of his cheeks were turning crimson, but no one was looking at him.

"Nothing. Eat your eggs." Hen shook her head and changed the subject. She'd seen the looks Buck and Eddie had shared, which were too intimate to be between two people who were "just friends". Also, Buck had a habit of watching Eddie's ass as he walked by him. So did Eddie. 'Watching his back' was their excuse.

--

“5 vehicle accident on South Seneca.” The words echoed over the intercom and every member of the 118 ran for the trucks. The day so far hadn’t been very eventful, and everyone was a little antsy. Squirrely, to be more honest. Eddie squirmed in his seat uneasily and Chim looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. Hen kept giving him knowing and pointed glances. Buck, on the other hand, was raring to go and about catapulted out of the truck as soon as it pulled to a stop.

The scene was messy with news vans, reporters and civilians surrounding the wreckage. The wind wasn’t helping, biting everyone deep. You’d think people wouldn’t be watching a car accident with that kind of weather. Luckily the police were already backing people away, and the 118 and the 223 could get to work extricating people.

In the middle, one car was essentially crushed from 2 sides after running a red light straight into the path of the three oncoming cars, hitting another on its way to a stop. Two of the cars were crumpled like sheets of paper, another was heavily dented by the force of getting t boned. The fourth car was barely scratched, with all the damage of a fender bender. The fifth car in the middle was smashed in both directions, with the passengers side door hit head on and the back seat drivers side in the same condition. The hood was rippled and smoking fervently. It looked awful, but it would still be flooding television stations on the 6 o clock news.

“Buck, Chim, we’ll check on the far side. Hen and Eddie, ditto.” The 118 moved quickly to the far side and immediately everything else was forgotten.

“LAFD, you were in an accident. Are you in any pain?” Buck and Eddie repeated each other, receiving vastly different answers.

“My daughters are in the backseat, Sophie who’s 2 and Marisella who’s just a baby. I’m fine. Check on them.” Said Buck, Chim and Bobby’s driver.

A baby wailed in the backseat, and the other girl, a toddler, was silently staring at these strange men. Buck raced around to the passengers side door, struggling futilely with the handle.

“It’s automatic.” The driver winced, springing Chimney into action to pry off part of the door. The door slid open on the other side and Buck immediately reached in and unbuckled the toddler from her seat. She seemed relatively unhurt, save a few bruises. Buck handed her off to Bobby and crawled to the other side for the baby, wailing profusely. He unbuckled her with the grace of an uncle who had been practicing and carried her against his chest, attempting to protect her from the wind, which was only getting colder.

Chimney was not having as good of luck extricating the father. The seatbelt was cutting a deep scar in his thigh and every time any thing would move blood would trickle out from around the polyester. Chimney very carefully slid a square of gauze under the belt and simultaneously cut the belt from causing more damage. Blood quickly soaked the gauze and Chimney maneuvered another piece to soak up the blood. “Hold this, sir, please. I’m going to place a tourniquet above your hands and you should stop bleeding.”

The fathers face was turning staunch white, and Chimney but his tongue. He’d have to work fast. And he did. 5 minutes later, the father was out on a stretcher.

In the next car, Eddie and Hen were dealing with an irate woman, who kept exclaiming she would be sueing. The driver, the state of California, LA first responders, God knows who else. She seemed unhurt, but was stuck on both sides. Her drivers side door was stuck, though not intruding on her seat. The rear passengers side door was the most realistic plan to get her out. Eddie climbed through that door and Hen attempted to coax her to follow him from her place just behind the drivers door.

“Why can’t you just remove my door?” She protested and both Eddie and Hen had to force themselves not to roll their eyes or snipe back with a comment.

“Even if we did, ma’am, there is still another car blocking us from getting you out.” Hen replied calmly.

“Tow it.”

“We cannot do that until everyone is cleared from the accident scene, ma’am.” Eddie said. “ please just come this way.” He offered his hand. She only relented after a sigh so loud it seemed painful and crawled her way out the door. Not even her blouse had a stain on it.

After she was escorted to the hospital in 331’s ambulance, hen and Eddie shared a look that simply said “some people.”

“I wonder if she’ll sue.” Eddie wondered when the 118 was headed back from the scene to the station.

“I doubt it.” Bobby said somberly. His voice changed slightly for his next statement. “ everyone is stable and south Seneca is open for traffic.”

—

“The 6 car accident on South Seneca that occurred at 4:37 pm involved 0 fatalities and no critical injuries. South Seneca was reopened for full traffic at 6:59 pm.” Pictures cycled the screen, of the cars, the 118s ladder and various other ambulances. Then there was Buck carrying the baby Marisella. The top of his turnout was peeking over his shoulder, protecting the child from the bitter wind. But the most interesting part of the picture was the name plastered on his back.

Diaz.

“Good job, Diaz.” Chimney clapped his hand on A bewildered Bucks shoulder. Both Buck and Eddie were turning red starting from the tips of their ears, and neither of them would live it down.

—

“Were you attempting to grab my shirt or was it just a lucky grab?” Eddie leaned against the door frame at the end of shift and stared at Buck who was pulling on a hoodie.

“In your dreams, Diaz.” Buck rolled his eyes and smiled into the locker, which was not unbeknownst to Eddie.

“Just in yours. Diaz.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Buck turned to see Eddie giving him a smirk. Oh what he wouldn’t give to wipe that smirk off his face.

[randomstarmuffin]

Several hours after waking up to this news here are more prescient personal thoughts on it:

The worst one to me is Eddie Fender. This is just lazy to me. "Hi my name is Defence Attorney" no sorry it's absolutely hilarious when it's Deid Mann because that guy's been dead for years and isn't really an actual character so you can get away with that but this is like. This is Gregory's little guy. I have to run around with 18yo "Defender" ?????? No. And not only that but in conjunction with all the localization re: the era of the og triliogy through aai2 (yes i know aa4 came out first but in terms of the time period w/in the games) the convention was kind of always for the main characters specifically to be like [normal human name] [name that is possibly less normal but still plausible and also a big pun]. Like other than Phoenix and Dick, everyone else literally just has Some Guy names that aren't necessarily punny or dual meaning on their own--and *besides* that those are both still names AND they stand alone separately from their surnames (and vice versa) so it takes away nothing to only say "Mr. Wright", "Det. Gumshoe"--so making this (Ed)die-Fender pun *rely* on his entire full name back to back just doesn't fit to me, stylistically. I could write an essay on why Shields is the PERFECT name to play off who he is and who he is in relation to the Edgeworths but whatever. He deserves better. Also him having a more "serious" name that is nicknamed to something less so is important to me personally and you don't get that at ALL with Eddie sorry. Uncle Ray supremacy.

Then Eustace Winner lol. I. Like okay the thing is i actually can totally see him being a Eustace lmao and I'm biased bc Eustace Narnia is my fav earthborn Narnia character and I do enjoy that both he and Seb have huge character growth arcs in the form of becoming more mature and realizing how the world actually works and their places in it, so that's fine with me other than he's still Sebastian in my mind because that's his name lmao. But Winner? Straight up? Not anything clever or fun or whimsical to it??? Winner????? And honestly??? That doesn't even feel like the right vibe. He (and Blaise who I'm suddenly realizing also will have a different given name augh) don't really care about WINNING so much as being. Well. The best. Lol. And obviously I've only seen the fan translation, but tbh it undermines them as characters if their focus is about *Winning*? That's von Karma's whole deal, we already have that, and I think having the struggle with prosecutorial legacy and shit be similar but not The Same is so much more meaningful. Seb isn't like Franz or Miles!! So his arc isn't the exact same either!! It's not about the Perfect Spotless Record to Blaise, it's about the control and the power to not have to give a shit how scummy he comes off. So. Idk "Winner" also feels lazy to me.

Unfortunately for my hater sensibilities I actually think Verity Gavèlle fits her quite nicely lmao. I mean Justine Courtney is a superb 10/10 name and fits her to a T already but I do think out of everyone in the main cast of 2 this is FAR AND AWAY the best name choice, period. If they had to change it, then this actually both feels like they tried and also like it fits her character and thematically (i still think they're cowards for not committing to the bit of the fan translation like can you imagine that's a fucking phenomenal story idk I know i can't expect a corporation to care about that). I have less to say because this bothers me less but I do find it interesting to use the accent grave on the surname but name her Verity instead of Vérité? If you're already there? Although idk is Gavèlle even a real name maybe it's not French lol. Though Verity comes from there so..... whatever. Anyway fun of them to name her after my 13th age character who's named after French Trucy :3

Aside from them, I have Fear about whatever the hell they'll choose to be Simon Keyes' name, like. I figured out of everyone they'd be most pressed to rename him and Courtney since they've officially used both Simon and Courtney in the series before (actually I think Courtney twice? Definitely in tgaa but wasn't the teacher in dd named that too? idk it's been a while)

And the last thing I'll give them credit for is from the trailer it seems like Nicole Swift's surname is now Lloyd and I actually think if her name's like Tabitha Lloyd or something like that now that's actually a major pun Improvement, so well done, they've got one star from me for this lmao. That's most likely all they're gonna get, but it's something.

ANYWAY!! That's my long ass hater rant of reasons why the aai2 Capcom names aren't real (they are) and can't hurt me (they do). In non hater news, I am STOKED they're finally FINALLY releasing internationally, and the UI and quality of life updates look awesome I am most excited about those of anything.

Weird to have actual ace attorney news!!!!! So so weird. The ao3 characters tags for ace attorney will be even worst to try to skim through and parse now that they're even longer than they already were lmao. Yay aai2 reaching a wider audience!

ACE ATTORNEY INVESTIGATIONS CAPCOM NAMES ARENT REAL AND CANT HURT ME 😭😭😭