#i imagine franziska is like eight here

[poorly-drawn-ace-attorney]

today: found some old halloween doodles

[pseudoneiriic]

@liarlaid​​  //  ask. slides my url across the table turned upside down so no one can see it : )            

Do I Follow Them?:  yes

Why Did I Follow Them?:  you and lucky come in a package deal. and actually i was real intimidated at first like i was so intimidated by you i was sick for a number of days

Do We Role Play?:  i feel like we only very recently started rping together but. i do write w you and basically..... we need More threads, i say, as i have like eight unwritten starters for you in my drafts

Do I Want To Role Play With Them:  :gun2: GIVE ME MY FRANMAYA RIGHTS

An AU Idea For Our Muses:  does a handstand. what’s mikami’s dr au because franziska’s is ultimate prosecuting prodigy and i can imagine her getting quite tilted if his is something similar

A Song For Our Muses:  i can’t think of a song for our muses, but i think bombshell blonde is matsudacore. i could be wrong. here are the lyrics

Do I Ship Our Muses?:  not charles, but. sideeyes the ships we’re already writing

What I Think About The Mun:  i quietly alluded to this before but i used to be MEGA intimidated by you and i was like mega scared to approach you about anything but now im like. i mean im still a little bit intimidated in the sense that im just really bad at feeling like i can just invade people’s dms and chatter about things? but anyway. im rambling. i think you’re really cool and it was really fun playing animal crossing together and our threads are ALSO fun. i can’t wait for sayu to follow a strange man to a darkened area

Overall Opinion:  folks if you’re not following and writing w jay then what are you actually doing? i want y’all to seriously consider this question. even if you don’t know death note, follow for the ocs. every single muse ( except shinobu ) has my heart

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[farafeys]

poise and polish

my first aa fic! written back in july

Characters: Franziska von Karma, Miles Edgeworth, MvK is mentioned but not present

1467 words; no romantic relationships, focuses on Franziska & Miles’ awkward tense sibling stuff; set when she’s 10 and he’s 17; canon compliant

vignette(s?) ft. the prosecutor siblings + reflections on makeup and gender (link to original ao3 post; fic below the cut)

Miles paused from walking past the bathroom nearest his sister’s room, alarmed by a quiet gurgling sound. After a split second of confusion, he placed the noise as muffled crying. He frowned, still standing stiffly outside the bathroom door. He had heard Franziska cry before, but not in several years; she had stopped crying over petty frustrations when she was six or seven. Recalling a younger Miles awkwardly trying to soothe his sibling amidst interspersed blows from tiny fists and painfully tight hugs, he considered walking on past to the study he had meant to visit. Instead, he gave the bathroom door two quiet, quick knocks.

“Franziska?” From the other side of the door, he heard a quiet curse and some coughing. After a moment, Franziska opened the door, facing her brother with a practiced glare on her somewhat puffy face. Miles noted with some confusion that her eyes were not only bloodshot and teary, but surrounded by strange black smears.

“What is it, little brother?” Her pose was defensive, but she stepped aside to let Miles into the bathroom. At a glance around the room, he noticed more black marks on the sides of the bathroom sink.

Miles hesitated before answering her. He didn’t want to aggravate her, especially since she was typically much more disdainful toward him than her younger self had been. With a valiant attempt at tact, he said, “I thought I heard something from in here. Are you all right?”

She sniffed and flexed her right hand as if grasping for an absent riding crop. “Of course I am all right.” She crossed her arms and stood primly, fixing him with a watery glare.

Miles felt a flicker of irritation at her obvious lie and crossed his own arms. “Franziska, it sounded like you were crying. What’s wrong?”

She hmph-ed and closed the door behind them, then sat on the toilet seat, her stockinged feet crossed. She scowled at the wall behind Miles’ head and said in a wavery voice, “It’s all because of that foolish defense attorney woman.”

“Who do you mean?” Miles asked.

Franziska turned her glare back to him. “I was not finished speaking, Miles Edgeworth.” She sniffed again and cleared her throat. “Before Papa’s trial yesterday I saw this woman in the restroom. She was drawing some foolish marks on her face and she had the nerve to laugh at me when I asked what she was doing. She said I was a funny little child.” The disgust in her voice for a moment overshadowed the latent tears.

Miles chose not to point out that at 10 years old, she very much was a child. “Are you upset that she insulted you, then?”

Franziska scoffed. “Do you think I am some soft little fool, Miles Edgeworth? Of course not.” She coughed and rubbed at her eye for a moment. “She said she was fixing her makeup, that it’s a thing ladies do. I asked if… if that meant ladies who are prosecutors do it too and she said yes so I asked Papa and he let me buy some but it—” she sniffed hard and paused a few seconds “–this looks nothing like what that foolish fool of a womandid! To think some defense attorney can do something a perfect person can’t, I—I just—” her speech turned into sobs, her ungloved hands covering her face.

Miles cautiously walked over and put a hand on her back. He now noticed a small black pencil-like tube sitting by the sink amidst seven or eight other small bottles and pots, neatly lined up in a row. This must’ve been the source of the smudges on Franziska’s eyes. Miles was somewhat at a loss. He knew next to nothing about makeup, except that it was something many women wore and that one case he had watched his mentor prosecute several years ago had included lipstick prints as a vital piece of evidence.

Unsure what to say, Miles stayed quiet, rubbing Franziska’s back while she sobbed. He noticed that she muffled and choked down her crying in the same way he had learned to when he was her age, before he managed to cut off the habit altogether. Now, as Franziska’s sobbing turned into sniffling, she shook her shoulder and Miles removed his hand, stepping out of her space.

Glancing again at the makeup containers lined up on the counter, Miles picked up the black tube he suspected of being the culprit behind Franziska’s upset.  Examining it, he glanced over a list of dyes and chemicals in tiny text, and a French woman’s name in a larger cursive font. “Franziska,” he attempted, “did your father pick these out?”

Her scowl flitted from the eyeliner in his hand to his face. “Yes, he did. What of it?”

“First of all, this is waterproof,” Miles said, showing her the label. “Did he also buy some sort of remover? It might help to wash your face right now.”

Franziska grabbed the eyeliner from him and scowled at the label.  She nodded to herself and stood from the toilet, picking out from the array of bottles a tallish translucent one. She easily twisted the lid open, then stood for a moment looking at Miles. Imperiously, she pointed at him and said “Fetch me something to wash this off, kleiner Bruder.”

Miles huffed internally at being ordered to execute his own idea, but compliantly retrieved cotton pads from the cupboard and handed them to her. After she had worked through two or three of them and her right eye was significantly clearer, Franziska turned to him again. “You were going to say something else just now. What was it?”

“Oh yes,” Miles said, having been sidetracked from the idea. His finger tapped a rhythm into his folded arm. “How did your father pick these? I can’t imagine he’s the type to wear makeup.”

Franziska smacked his arm with the hand that wasn’t holding a cotton pad. “Don’t be foolish, of course he does not! He told me he chose the kind Mama used to, and that he bought the highest quality of each of them.”

So, the most expensive, Miles thought. He picked up the eyeliner pen again and regarded it. “It seems to me,” he began, hoping that this line of thought wouldn’t make Franziska more upset than she already was, “that using makeup properly is a skill much like painting. They certainly both require careful dexterity.”

Franziska frowned at him. “What do you mean, foolish brother?”

Miles tapped the eyeliner against his forehead as if wagging a finger. “Have you ever seen your father paint? He may be a perfect prosecutor, but were he to try this—” he wiggled the eyeliner in front of himself “—he would likely fare no better than you have done.”

For a few seconds, Franziska looked at him with an open look halfway between a scowl and a smile. Then she hit him again, with both hands but half as much force as before. “Miles Edgeworth, do not insult the name von Karma!” Her anger seemed halfhearted to Miles. She gave him that strange open look again, scrutinizing his face. “Do you mean that to become perfect with this nonsense, I must… study it?”

“Of course,” Miles replied with a shrug that he had been practicing for use in court.

Franziska huffed and turned back to the makeup remover. Her eyes nearly looked clean now. “How ridiculous! Papa does not need to do this entertain this foolish endeavor to be perfect! It makes no sense!”

Miles scowled at the wall across from him. This was the most he had thought about makeup in his entire 17 years of life. “I suppose it doesn’t. Hmmm. How about this,” he turned towards his sister, who had successfully cleaned all the smeared eyeliner off her face. “If you’d like, I can—I can make my best attempts at this—” he gestured at the containers in front of Franziska, “—alongside you, until you are confident in your skills.” He avoided her eyes, anticipating her reaction to the embarrassing proposition. Appeasing his sister was worth the tests of his patience and dignity, but only by so much.

“Are you certain, brother?” Miles looked at her to see her crossed arms in a mirror of his own posture. Behind her frown was a sparkle in her eyes that had been absent since he entered the room. “Do you mean to make this a competition? To see how swiftly I can surpass your foolish skills?”

Miles let out a huff and barely kept himself from rolling his eyes. “If that’s what you wish, it can be a game like that, Franziska.”

She actually smiled at that, a wide, boastful smirk with incongruously soft eyes. “Excellent.”

[ladyloveandjustice]

JFA the final case everything happens so much part 1

I cannot believe Maya literally threatened to tell eight yr old Pearl crude sex jokes about Nick unless he did what she wanted (I’m not exaggerating, she starts off “ONE TIME, AT LAWYER CAMP, NICK-“)

Nick is so upset and scared when Maya is kidnapped that he almost passes out. Again, I’m not exaggerating, the screen keeps going all blurry and then slips back into focus and he things “my eyesight is fading!”

Nick last case: lol Maya I wish I could sell u to the circus and get u out of my hair

Nick now: GIVE MAYA BACK I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING DO YOU WANT MONEY I WILL GIVE YOU ALL OF MY MONEY I DON’T HAVE MUCH BUT I CAN ROB A BANK OR SOMETHING I CAN CUT MY LEFT ARM OFF IF YOU WANT THAT JUST GIVE HER BACK

Like the fact Nick yells “I’LL GIVE YOU MONEY” when he has. None. I truly believe if the kidnapper had wanted money Nick would have grabbed every rich person at this gala and screamed at them until they forked it over. That was his plan.

Aggggh Adrian. She makes me so sad in this part.

And GUESS WHO ARRIVES IN OUR TIME OF NEED with his triumphant “HERE I AMMMMM THE BIGGEST ASSHOLE IN THE UNIVERSE” music. And the first thing he does is tease his little sister. And Franziska is like “WHY ARE YOU HERE I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE YOU GO AWAY” despite the fact she like….directly told us she was waiting for him to come back last case. And even got mad at Phoenix for ~driving him away~. Being a transparent tsundere is a family trait guys.

Phoenix is understandably upset and also all about BLATANT LIES and says “I-I NEVER WANTED TO SEE YOU AGAIN. ALSO.”

To which Miles is like “that’s not a warm welcome to someone you have’t seen in a year :(” OH MY GOD MILES. SERIOUSLY.  YOU DO NOT GET TO BE HURT ABOUT THIS. HE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD THAT IS A BIG DEAL.

But Miles genuinely doesn’t seem to understand that and decides Phoenix just hates him. “Your hatred for me is quite unhealthy…not to mention one-sided.” HE DOESN’T HATE YOU HE IS OBVIOUSLY VERY HURT. PLEASE LEARN ABOUT BASIC HUMAN EMOTIONS MILES I KNOW IT’S HARD. BUT WHEN SOMEONE THINKS SOMEONE THEY CARE ABOUT HAS KILLED THEMSELVES AND THAT PERSON COMES BACK AND ACTS LIKE NOTHING HAS HAPPENED.IT IS UPSETTING.

Wow speaking of killing yourself Miles specifically mention he hates reading suicide reports and seems to have a weird understanding of Adrian’s mindset. And then there’s this:

Phoenix: Then... That means her super-confident attitude...

Edgeworth: It's all a façade. She's only copying her mentor's behavior to hold herself together.

Wow, THAT SOUNDS FAMILIAR. Yeah I’m on the lookout to see whether I can decide if I think Miles genuinely was considering suicide when he left the note, and it’s already leaning very heavily in that direction.

Maya is smart enough not only to contact Mia and get her to pass info on to Phoenix, but she manages to escape from her room and look around for clues. PHOENIX IS IMPRESSED AND SO AM I. Also I liked playing as Maya I wish it was longer.

NOW IT’S COURT TIME AND THAT FUCKER SHOT FRANZISKA so we get Miles instead. He is going on about the ~truth~ he has discovered. IT BEGINS. WITNESS THE BIRTH OF A MONSTER.

Phoenix: TIME TO FIRE UP THE AFTERBURNERS AND HIT THE HIGHWAY TO THE DANGER ZONE.

 Are you kidding me right now Nick.

Miles: HMPH. USING ANYWAY TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT. A CONVENIENT EXCUSE FOR A WEAK MAN.

Literally anything he says I can imagine coming up in marital arguments with Phoenix and it is hilarious and fits perfectly.

Phoenix calls himself a foolishly foolish fool if he messes up at one point HE HAS ADOPTED FRANZISKA’S TITLE FOR HIM.

And then this. This iconic moment:

Edgeworth: Maybe YOU should be stripped naked and run out for making a mockery of this court!

Phoenix: E-EXCUSE ME!?

KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS MILES.

Miles has gotten really good at calling Phoenix since his absence has he been practicing the courtroom zingers in his head the whole time he was away. He has hasn’t he. But like:

Miles: What are you mumbling to yourself about now!? Have you just been rambling all this time without any sense of inner monologue!?

YOUR INNER MONOLOGUE TEXT IS BLUE PHOENIX GET THE COLOR RIGHT.

TO BE CONTINUED