#ryuu writes

[maskedchip]

slice of life 

[inamagicalhallucination]

forget sskk, kunikidazai, ssk, dazai and atsushi, ranpo and fukuzawa, kunikida and atsushi, aya and kunikida, etc

i want the akutagawa siblings to be reunited

[squidpro-quo]

Headcanon that while Ryuu looking flustered and misunderstanding women's advances is all well and cute, but Gaku understands what they're implying and while he rescues Ryuu he lets them know

"Want to come set off some fireworks in my bed?"

Slings an arm across Ryuu's shoulders "He's setting some off in mine tonight, sorry."

Like the Dakaretai Otoko No. 1's rationale to recieving unwanted advances is to turn it right back around, this guy swings both ways and he's catching hands left and right, why wouldn't he do the same for Ryuu

"will you pull my trigger tonight?"

Gaku materializing like he was summoned by Ryuu's internal 😵‍💫 "He'll be pulling mine tonight, sorry!"

And Ryuu nods along, happy to be rescued and if he knows Gaku means it then that's nobody else's business

[pumpkinsouppe]

I haven’t played all of AA4 yet but I was thinking a lot about how uneasy the first case made me feel (in a good way) and I finally figured out why. (AA 4-1 spoilers btw) Part of it of course is the overall scheme: what happened 7 years ago and what are the answers to all these unresolved questions. But I genuinely don’t think I’ve seen a more accurate depiction of how I experienced GAD and social anxiety than I have with Apollo Justice.

Thankfully, I have learned to stand up for myself and I’ve controlled the majority of my anxiety but I can very clearly see that Apollo has not done that, at least yet. I am hoping hoping hoping we get to see him grow in this game because I know that AA5 and 6 won’t do that justice (lol). All throughout the first case, Apollo rarely spoke for himself. He was very much a follower and wanted approval, ergo he was very easy to manipulate. Kristoph and Phoenix both recognized this about him and were able to both use Apollo as their own puppets. He followed Kristoph’s orders whenever he gave them (‘expose phoenix’s lies’ ‘don’t embarrass me’) but he also was very willing to follow Phoenix’s orders too (‘point on the map for us’ ‘name the fourth person/killer’ ‘accuse Kristoph’). He followed who he thought was seeking the truth but he had to be told that doing these actions was for the truth.

I never was manipulated in court like Apollo experienced, but I was VERY quick to abandon plans for something else or act in ways if someone told me to. I remember sometimes even saying yes to things that made me super uncomfortable because I didn’t think for myself and didn’t want to disappoint or make anyone mad. And you can tell that Apollo really looked up to both Kristoph and Phoenix in that trial. He wasn’t sure who to believe so he followed both simultaneously until at the end when he realized both were assholes. I LOVE the unease I felt during the first case. It felt so real to me how Apollo was able to be so easily manipulated and how that was able to be used as a very interesting way to set up a new game and protagonist.

It’s amplified especially if you played all the past Phoenix Wright games. Hell, I finished PLvsPW an hour before picking up AA4 and that really influenced how much I wanted to also follow and believe Phoenix. So I absolutely love how this trial was used not only to play with the heart and mind of Apollo, but the players as well. There’s less reason to follow Kristoph since the players don’t have the same bond Kristoph and Apollo have since this was our first time meeting him, but because he’s our boss and he’s standing at the defense with us like Mia has, that adds to his credibility. Which is even better that Phoenix took Kristoph’s spot behind the defense bench when Kristoph was summoned to the stand. “Don’t believe that other guy, look at where he is now. Believe me instead, the person who just left that same spot.” You want to believe him, it’s Phoenix Wright! Teaching us the ways just like Mia. But what he’s actually done is replace Kristoph as the supposed voice of reason in Apollo’s ear. Yes that’s the spot for mentors, but does every mentor have your best intentions in mind? Are you able to distinguish genuine advice versus motivated advice?

I am truly fascinated and captivated by the writing. You can tell how much Shu Takumi has grown as a writer compared to the original AA1. I am so excited to play the rest of this game.

[tenacquity]

@hallowshaped || cont.

Ryunosuke had come a long way since first arriving in London.

In every manner of the word: his confidence in the courtroom, his trust in both himself and his clients, and—so he thought (or perhaps simply hoped)—his ability to keep his chin raised, his back straight, his expression steady under the distinctive coldness that resided in the so-called Reaper of the Bailey’s unwavering leer. On that last point, he rather liked believing he’d at least improved. Enough to stand before the towering man and not feel a tremor up his spine (and yet there was something… not trepidation, but a static energy humming just barely beneath his skin, nevertheless).

But as van Zieks began to speak from behind the veil of his cloak, voice deep and smooth, each and every word felt like a chip in the young lawyer’s composure. He practically flinched at one accusation, clenched his teeth at another, eventually found his attention slipping to the ground as if it were all the more interesting—and quietly, he mused that he was rather unused to seeing the prosecutor’s boots from this angle. Former confidence staggered into sheepishness, but when the color likely should’ve drained from his face…

By the time the long list of transgressions culminated into a single statement of gratitude, faint warmth blossomed in his cheeks. And Ryunosuke looked back up with no hesitation.

The delicate smile tugging at his lips might’ve mirrored van Zieks’s, if not for the latter’s remaining hidden. He listened with a new attentiveness—he’d even claim it to be fondness after all this time: for a man who used to terrify him viscerally—and some part of him wanted to laugh. Not at him. Not at any specific thing he’d said or was going to say. But when Ryunosuke took even a moment to think about it: they’d both come a long way, hadn’t they?

—considering that Lord van Zieks hadn’t stopped talking for the past several minutes without any intervention from the other side. And not even in the courtroom setting, prim and poised and proper (most of the time; today was an exception) behind his stand. Proof, if proof were needed, of how little of a bother Ryunosuke actually was despite the mentioned troubles he’d caused. Seeing this, that deflated confidence began to swell yet again.

His tentative smile grew at the same time as the prosecutor finally made his face visible.

“So, what you mean to tell me is that you were well aware of when I’d presumably be leaving,” Ryunosuke ventured, and his head canted almost challengingly while he steeled the other’s gaze, “but chose to ignore it altogether with the assumption I wouldn’t be bothered by it.” He didn’t care to add a questioning lilt to the end of that: it was a statement, firm and resolute. As much of a truth as anything he chased for the sake of his clients. And no different than those cases, Ryunosuke was determined not to let van Zieks get away with anything he could catch. (So far a shared sentiment, it would appear.)

His arms folded neatly behind his back, and without breaking that solid eye contact now, Ryunosuke moved one small step closer: a full, fluid motion that started with the slightest bend of his back and ended with his gaze now having to flick upward. “You don’t and never have owed me anything, Lord van Zieks,” he said, soft and earnest. “I didn’t stay because I required something more from you; goodness, you’ve done enough as it is. But I would be lying if I claimed you weren’t, in some way, part of the reason I’m still here.”

[crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer]

Stay Cool (It's Just A Kiss) - Chapter 1 - Girly411 - 美男高校地球防衛部LOVE! | Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu LOVE! [Archive of Our Own]

Pairing: Itsumo Ichiban/Zaou Ryuu

Rating: G

Summary: The lingering effects of the Screw Monster incident have taken a toll on Ichiban. Namely, his infatuation with Zaou.

As for Ryuu… well, he had always been a romantic at heart. If only they would both stop thinking so much and learn to enjoy the moment.

Read on AO3.

First Kiss prompt for @rarepair-week

[sharpiedoodleee]

hiiii so. i know im an art blog or whatever but this is something i was possessed to write a little bit ago thats been gathering dust in my drafts for a long while now. ive got a lot of half finished art wips that im not entirely sure im going to go back to so i thought youd enjoy Some kind of content

just dont get used to it, im not a writer :)

SSKK: feelings realisation, ffffluff (?), atsushi's somehow undiagnosed PTSD, (slight) panic attack

I swear it's happier than it sounds

= S I N N E R =

“you’re a mess”

“i am not a mess-“

“ryuu, i can tell you’ve been crying”

that makes him pause, faltering a step before tutting and looking off to the side. damned jinko and his tiger senses.

“before you ask i wasn't on about your- very obvious, by the way, you should work on that- about your breathing. although, it is really concerning-“

“jinko-“

“what? you wheeze on a good day akutagawa and you and i both know it”

ryuunosuke glares.

atsushu sighs, removing his hands from his hips and letting the reactionary tension bleed from his shoulders. this is getting him nowhere. he twirls his aching wrists, clenching and unclenching his hands in that way he knows akutagawa would normally snap at him for had he not be so busy trying to keep himself upright. he sighs again

“just-“ atsushi softens his tone, careful to keep the concern out of his voice “show me. where you’re injured.” at the scathing look akutagawa diegns him with, it seems he wasn't careful enough. atsushi clenches his jaw and breathes in through his nose. he never thought listening to kunikidas breathing excercises would come in handy for him - he likes to think hes a fairly calm person, but getting akutagawa to take care of himself would break even the most patient man.

he rolls his eyes “seriously, i could smell the blood on you before i could see you ,ryuu. im just really hoping its all yours”

ryuunosuke huffs a quiet “you’re such a bitch” that startles a incredulous laugh from atsushi. the tiger watches as the other man groans in defeat and lets himself sink to the floor; bracing against the brick behind him and clutching at his seemingly still bleeding side. if the weretiger is going to be so needlessly invasive he may as well rest, ryuunosuke muses, its not like the jinko hasnt seen him in worse conditions. he cringes away memories of a fleeting confession at sea, bleeding out infront of the detective again probably isnt the appropriate time to talk about it.

atsushi stops, squints, reassessing the mafioso “unless youve broken our promise-“

“alright- i messed up, jinko. is that what you wanted to hear? who knew you were such a fucking sadist-” he growls, annoyed now that the weretiger is still so untrusting of him “but i am not so imprudent as to keep my mistakes from you- seeing as that detective agency has finally taught you how to use that brain of yours” he doesnt bother to keep the bitterness out of his tone, they have both said and done much worse to each other after all. he leans back, ignoring his aching body’s protests and meets the weretigers now raised brow.

ryuunosuke sighs and goes lax against the wall, closing his eyes. fucking jinko…

“i have done a lot of shit in my life, jinko, but never once have i lied to you. i havent broken our promise and i wont. you should know this by now, you fool.”

the weretiger twitches, the name seemingly triggering something as his gaze slides off of ryuunosukes eyes and down to his neck. as the silence drags on the older opens his eyes, furrowing his brow as he takes in the jinkos frozen frame. His pupils are near pinpricks, jittering in the confides of his iris as his body is wracked with tremors. hes alarmingly silent, even as the tears overflow and begin to stream down his cheeks, even as his face contorts unattractively and his breathing speeds up. he wraps his arms around himself and ryuunosuke begrudgingly drags himself to his feet once again.

“…jinko?”

…

no response.

ryuunosuke blinks, the weretiger better not be fucking with him. he takes a tentative step forward, raising his palms placatingly from around his side and coiling rashomon around himself to hopefully keep his innards in, gods willing.

“atsushi…can you hear me?”

as he approaches he realises that atsushis now vacant gaze is still fixed to the wall ryuunosuke was sat against, seemingly caught on a ghost only he can see. hes yet to react to his aproach. doesnt seem to have noticed him move at all, really. and isnt that unusual? for someone who was just bitching about being able to hear every weary breath ryuunosuke took, the weretiger is alarmingly still. too struck by whatever horror his mind has conjured up this time to be aware of his surroundings, ryuunosuke imagines.

how the detective agency are still so seemingly oblivious to the weretigers plight ryuunosuke doesnt know.

but its not like he cares about the jinko.

…right?

shaking his head, the mafioso pushes that train of thought away and braces himself. if the jinko hadnt literally just been questioning his integrity as a partner he wouldve probably felt more guilty for what hes about to do, hes aware its horribly unorthodox. if his sibling knew of this they would surely have his head but its not like he has many options seeing as atsushi is near narcose. it may be brutish and harsh, even cruel to some,

but it works.

ryuunosuke taps the still quivering shoulder of the tiger and is unsuprised when that impassive gaze snaps to him with a mildly concerning crack of the jinkos neck. when that achingly familiar glow halos the alley in blue ryuunosuke sucks in a breathe and drops himself as low as he can to the sticky concrete below. his vision swims from the sudden movement and he can feel rashomon tighten her grip on his still bleeding wound, unsure if it was him who told her to or simply a byproduct of his coats concern.

he laughs deliriously. his coat is concerned but his supposed partner just tried to gut him? what a world he lives in…

gods, he hopes the tiger doesnt fancy a brawl in this tight, urine soaked alley. ryuunosuke is barely clinging to his conscious as it is.

when no second blow befalls his now prone body though, he chances a look up and immediately regrets it.

atsushi is staring at him now, his eyes glassy and overflowing with tears that smear his flushed face and nearly glitter in the dull light of the alley. hes clearly attempting to reaquaint himself with reality, stanced as he is over ryuunosukes unprotected form. his arm is still half raised from attacking him; cheap, flimsy shirt lifting to reveal smooth, tan skin…the mafioso laments over his own sickly figure as his eyes are glued to the rippling muscle hiding under there. a sheen of sweat is dripping down atsushis prominent hip bone that ryuunosuke wants to follow with his tongue. his eyes dragging down the shimmering silver happy trail he can just about see in the dying light of the alley.

…fuck.

ryuunosuke quickly looks back down at the floor, suddenly intent on examining the splatter of bird shit infront of him, lest his eyes rake any lower then they already have.

see, ryuunosukes not a fool. he knows he has…feelings to the tiger. it took a lot of reluctant, midnight rants with Gin to get there but he knows. the part of this thats blindsiding him is the all consuming, almost animalistic wave of desire this prediciment has sent careening through his bloodstream. its really not the time, but ryuunosukes never cared for things like that - you cant when you live a life like his. but that lack of practice at reeling himself in is really starting to kick him in the ass. the blood loss is not helping. rashomon is tacky from seeping up the evidence of his failure and ryuunosuke is just beginning to realise a lot of that moisture should be inside him. any remaining bloodflow is joyfully re-directing itself in a more unsavoury direction and ryuunosuke is increasingly glad hes laid himself flat on the concrete floor. his head is killing him.

throughout this whole process Atsushi is still just staring down at him, blinking rather aggressively as he processes what the fuck just happened.

…ryuunosukes really not sure how he manages to get himself in these situations.

[blueraimo]

[royaltrios]

i think ryuu’s from kyushu (kumamoto) and i think he speaks kumamoto-ben/ hakata-ben (picked it up from traveling to fukuoka a lot when he was young and having friends from there, its comfortable for him) when he gets to uni though he generalizes his speech to tokyo japanese because hes scared of standing out. one time though he gets caught up in the excitement of something and lets a yoka!! slip and kazuma is like. huh? and for the rest of their schooldays will not leave him alone about it. he thinks its so charming to hear ryuu speak in the dialect and asks him to teach him. ryuu is Very embarrassed but also loves how kazuma looks at him as if hes special for it (not to mention... its nice to have a handle on something that kazuma Doesnt know how to do. kazumas such a tokyoite big city important samurai lineage guy and hearing him try to wrap his speech around kumamoto-ben is so cute to ryuu). so it becomes a little secret between them. i can imagine ryuu in the middle of teaching him one day says that if he really wants to learn it he should stay in the area for a bit at least and thats how kazuma slyly invites himself over to meet ryuu’s family one summer vacation :)

[kalira]

Self-Rescuing Hostage

Written for @whumptober, Day 9

Prompts: Obsession Broken Window Bruises “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)

T; 1.1k Ryuunosuke/Naoki

Ryuunosuke knows that simply being with him makes Nao a target - Naoki knows it - but that . . . doesn't make it any easier when it happens. . . .fortunately Naoki is a very bad target for reasons that have very little to do with Ryuunosuke. . .

[luvkuvi]

(tried to keep this gender neutral yahah. Uhh very unorganized cuz 'm lazy)

okay but what if the reader could see the aranara with scara/ wanderer

It be so wholesome wodnwksns

-aranara's shipping reader with scara and Scara gets flustered/embarrassed while reader is just giggling and clapping along( insert the aranara singing together the kissing song if ykyk)

-the aranara deff helped Scara. Example; first time you guys went on a date , he asked you to be come his s/o and marriage proposal even ??? (Proud aranara , okay now them arranging plans for the wedding ♡)

-aranara will tease Scara when the reader kisses him on the forehead , kisses his delicate hands or a peak on his lips <3 ( "Ooo! Nara [reader] loves nara scara/wanderer!!")

-I see this man getting jealous of the aranara or one spesific aranara u give to much attention to that spesific aranara

-(continuation from the jealous Scara) some aranara purposely draws the readers attention away from scara, leading scara very very unhappy (oh oh , unhappy mouche). I see this man picking you up and clinging you for the next few hours ( he will never forgive that aranara.)

-Parent reader and Scara taking care of them little aranara ??? ( Proud parents frfr )

-reader and Scara helping aranara cook or just helping them with some commissions or wtv their called (~ person who doesn't read dialogue)

thats all I got lmaoaoa ( i got bored)

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE IM SOBBING. ARANARA BEING SUPPORTIVE OF WANDERER AND Y/NS RELATIONSHIP SO ADORBS😭💟

[spiritualviolation]

god, sometimes i really wanna know what goes on in enoch's head while 2-3 is happening

like. you concoct this very detailed plan for about a year. it's absurd because it involves the lead coroner of scotland yard herself and a piece of history that no one would think to connect because it's a tenuous link not even most of the public know. but it's because the concept is absurd, and the trust the public have in the coroner itself is great that they wouldn't think she'd purposefully fabricate an autopsy report (ignoring the fabrication in klint's autopsy since that is COMPLETELY out of public knowledge at the time). and to top it off, it perfectly lays the blame on the person you're constructing the machine for, without you being considered since the 'culprit' would've been obvious.

and then this japanese law student just goes into court, with the sheer determination of defending said person's innocence no matter the cost, just fucking unravels it all, even down to the very detail of every reasoning behind every action that you'd thought no one would get. like, seriously, if he wasn't correct, he would've sounded absolutely fucking crazy! but he is correct on every point, thus tearing apart your plan that you've devised for an entire year.

no wonder enoch exponentially got pissed as the trial went on, like. case 2-3 is fucking batshit INSANE the longer you think about it

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

[kaedix]

Now, Ryuu had felt a myriad of things in his life. A lot of them standard human emotions - sometimes inconvenient, but expected. Normal. He'd also felt plenty of overwhelming, consuming emotions, and those were the ones he was less adept at handling. They often made him want to crawl out of his own skin, but he had survived every one of those big, scary feelings, hadn't he?

Except -

This one might be the one that does it. This might be the feeling that knocks him out, drags him away, and buries him six feet under. He had never felt so singularly terrified in his entire life, and it was because of Rona.

He wanted to kiss her. 

He wanted to kiss her?!

[tenacquity]

"Pst, bro... hey, 'ave ya read or wrote aneh poems... haikus fer Kazuma bro? Uhm sure he will love it~"

@yukikorogashi || noooo she's such a supportive cutie! T^T also tagging @howthesleeplesswander for reasons ;)

“No, I can't imagine that'd work out, honestly.”

And he rejects the idea just like that, without a spare thought to the poor girl's feelings or any endeavor to soften a blunt and quick disagreement. It takes him a moment. Maybe two or three. Nothing but the scratch of his pen fills what should be an awkward silence, but thankfully for both of them... It finally clicks.

“Oh—! I-I mean... No, not that the sentiment is a bad one, and it'd... probably be appreciated in most cases.” Something highly romantic and intimate about sharing words from the heart, after all. The problem, however... “It's just that—” Ryunosuke hesitates, leans back from his notes, and his next breath quavers on half of a laugh. “Kazuma would make a competition out of it. And that's... not really the point, is it?”

[shade-without-color]

But oh lord, you have not been so in love [Read it at A03]

So hello there!! It has been forever since I actually posted up a new chapter in response to @inu-mothership Fleet Week, and after much deliberation, I decided to split up the theme- Angst! I know better late than never- to see how they faced a new adversity!!