#so SO much of her character really comes from devora

[dykeogenes]

okay listen neil newbon would absolutely deserve to win best performance for astarion at the game awards and I’m going to applaud if and when he does. however. if devora wilde isn’t at least NOMINATED alongside him you can all expect me to make some angry posts about it.

[snowdice]

Gaps in His Files (Part 4) [Relabeled; Refiled Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton

Appear: Remy, Virgil (but only in the epilogue)

Summary:

Logan Berry has learned many things the last 10 years: a lot of math and physics, a bit of humility, and how to be a hero being just a few. Through his education, his experience teaching, and his exploits as the superhero Bluebird, he’s changed in a lot of small and large ways. He has recorded these changes in well-organized documents and files. He’s even had to create two new file designations: a red one for files about his moonlighting at Bluebird, and a light blue one dedicated to his boyfriend, Patton.

When Bluebird is targeted by a memory device and all of those 10 years of progress suddenly disappear, Patton Sanders and Logan’s extensive files are left as his only resource to get those memories back. But what is Patton supposed to do when there are clear gaps in his files? And what does he do when he is one of them?

This is set 25 years before Sometimes Labels Fail though it’s story is completely independent of it and it is not necessary to read that one first.

Notes: Superhero AU, memory loss, past child abuse, past child neglect, unhealthy ideas about ones place in relationships, emotional suppression, self-deprecating thoughts, medical procedures mentioned, very brief unhealthy views of sex

Does anyone see the Easter Egg in here? Probably not. It’s pretty vague...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Patton did not like driving Logan’s “special car.” It didn’t matter what position he put the seat in, he still either couldn’t reach the pedals or he felt like he was too scrunched up; the radio was (somehow) only set up to receive the local news station as well as some weird station that only ran a program detailing crop growing strategies which Patton thought must be some sort of cover for a channel sending messages in code (at least he really hoped it was because otherwise its existence was an affront to humanity); and he’d accidentally zapped himself with electricity while trying to adjust the temperature twice in the past and he still didn’t know if that was a feature or faulty wiring and Logan had refused to give an argument that convinced him either way. Not to mention, the car didn’t legally exist. If Patton got pulled over in this thing, what was he supposed to tell the police? Sorry, my boyfriend doesn’t have insurance, I’m pretty sure he built this death trap himself out of scrap metal because I can’t even discern the make and model.

“The corn! THE CORN,” the radio spewed.

“Yes, the corn,” Patton spat back. “I know. I heard you the first time.” Unfortunately, today, listening to the corn channel was better than listening to the news. The local news station continued to discuss and theorize what had happened earlier that afternoon over and over until Patton couldn’t take it anymore.

A memory gun had hit Logan. It had been a theory at first considering the things Lightwave and Logan had said along with the fact that Logan hadn’t seemed to remember how to fly, and had been all but confirmed a couple of hours ago when news that the police had investigated the dropped weapon leaked. Which all meant Logan was out there floundering with no idea what was going on or who he was. Patton wondered how much was gone. Had it erased all of his memories? Did he even know his name? He’d known enough to be able to use his powers, but was that instinct and muscle memory?

The theorizing on the local news station just made Patton’s blood pressure spike more with every passing second. Not that turning off the radio and being left alone with his own thoughts was much better. So…

“Crop rotation!”

Patton was the only person who knew Bluebird’s secret identity (at least, as far as Logan had told him.) Well… Remy might have guessed, but he hadn’t been officially told, and Patton doubted he’d be any help anyway. So, Patton was the only person who could really look for him. Sure, he was certain the police were searching (as well as some doubtlessly more dangerous people), but Patton was the only one who knew Logan.

You don’t know this Logan.

His Logan would have gone back to his apartment or maybe Patton’s if he were injured.

Patton gripped the steering wheel tighter. Okay. Maybe this Logan didn’t know where his apartment was. Maybe he didn’t know who Patton was. But he was still Logan, and Logan was rational and, more importantly, predictable. Patton would bet that in a circumstance where he knew nothing about what was going on, he would default to general survival tactics and what had he ranted and ranted to Patton about when they’d watched that one survival movie? Follow the water. Water is where you find food and shelter and almost certainly civilization if you follow it downstream. Sure, that was for when someone was lost in a forest or something, not already in a city, but Patton hoped he’d fallen into that strategy despite that, at least until he thought up something else better.

That’s why Patton had been driving up and down the river for the past few hours looking for anything suspicious and listening to someone blather on about corn. He pulled up underneath a bridge. It was a little bit away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but near enough to get to a more populated area quicklym and it had some good shelter around because there were trees. Patton bit his lip. If he thought like Logan, this would be a good place to stop. He decided to get out of the car and go out on foot for a bit.

Before exiting the car, he checked to make sure the mask was still in place. It felt strange on his face; he never really wore one. He clicked the locking mechanism which made the lights flash once but didn’t beep. He turned and froze when he met eyes under the bridge. The stranger didn’t speak but watched Patton intently from what looked like a makeshift house under the corner of the bridge. Patton edged out from beneath the bridge and headed toward the riverbanks. His shoes sunk into the mud a bit. It was starting to get dark which made it hard for him to search for things that looked out of place, especially when he was unfamiliar with the area. He was just running on blind Logan behavior instinct at this point. It was also starting to get cold. Patton hoped Logan had chosen to wear the winter super suit or he’d found a coat or something.

He wandered, looking into dark places and listening for any sounds beyond the river crashing into the banks. Around 15 minutes into his walk, his eyes caught on a large rock in front of a drainage pipe. Perfect, Logan’s voice said in his head. Patton crept over to check it out. No one was there, but it looked like someone had been recently by a smear of mud near the base of the rock that looked like someone’s foot had slipped there. Okay. He peered around him carefully, walking back toward the river. He had the sudden feeling of being watched. Up. He looked up at a small ledge along the bank and sighed in relief. “Thank god.”

Logan stumbled back a step when he realized Patton had seen him and turned tail to run again.

“Wait, L-” he cut himself off. He couldn’t risk it just in case someone was listening. There was a reason he had the mask and the car after all. Patton was the only one who knew his identity and Logan wanted to keep it that way. He thought quickly, head latching onto a story he’d been told one night curled up against a half-asleep Logan. “I’m Devora the Mood Goddess?” he tried.

Logan paused and turned to face him. “You know me,” he said peering at him from behind the mask still on his face.

Patton nodded, shoulders dropping in relief. “I do.” He offered a hand. “Come with me?”

He looked at the offered hand and then at Patton’s face. There was a moment of silence and then he nodded slowly and took a few steps down toward Patton. Patton grabbed hold of his arm when he got close enough, loosely so as not to startle him even though he wanted to latch on and never let go. Something loosed in Patton’s chest at the contact.

“Who are you?” Logan asked, accepting the touch, though he looked at Patton’s hand on his arm in confusion.

“In the car okay,” Patton requested. He nodded after a moment. “Are you okay?”

“I have body aches and from context clues, I assume memory loss,” he said, “but otherwise I feel well enough.”

“Good. Let’s get back to the car.”

They picked their way back toward the bridge through the muddy riverside. Patton groaned softly when there was an unmarked police car parked next to Logan’s car.

“What?” Logan asked at normal volume.

“Shh,” Patton scolded, but it was too late. A flashlight flared to light and turned to them the next second. “Hello Detective,” Patton said wryly. Patton had met Detective Silvia a couple of times, but of course she didn’t know that since Patton was wearing a mask. Logan knew her a bit more as Bluebird. She gave him a very suspicious look that grew almost hostile when she saw Logan was with him.

“Bluebird,” she said.

“So, I’ve come to understand,” Logan replied.

“I’m his friend. I’m here to help,” Patton said.

“Every villain in the city is looking for him, excuse me for not believing your word.” Patton sighed.

“He knows the code word,” Logan said.

She considered him and then shook her head. “I’d still be more comfortable if you came down to the station.”

Logan tilted his head at her. “No,” he said firmly. Then the detective yelped as her feet left the ground.

“Bluebird no!” Patton hissed. “The detective is our friend.”

“She is not my friend,” Logan replied with a frown. “I don’t know her.”

Patton rubbed his temples. “Just get in the car and put her down gently when you do.”

He went without compliant and Patton rounded the car. His eyes fell on the man he’d seen earlier, backed up against the wall with wide eyes. “Thanks for being concerned for him buddy,” Patton said.

They both got in the car and Patton drove away. He saw the detective being placed back on her feet in the rearview mirror. “Well, I’m going to have to send her a fruit basket,” he mumbled under his breath.

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[brodorokihousuke]

Masterpost of Miles Edgeworth: Investigations pun/secret meaning names (Spoilers!)

Trilogy puns here

AJ:AA puns here

There are tons of name puns and such, so don’t blame me if I forget a few or don’t feel like writing one down. You can add on stuff if you reblog, anyways.

Veeery long post below!!

Dick Gumshoe: Both his first and last names are slang terms for a detective.

Kay Faraday/Ichijou Mikumo: Her Japanese given name is the japanese word for cloud. There are clouds on her vest, referencing this fact.

Her English given name may be a reference to a slang version of “okay”, which is then used in a similar manner to Phoenix’s last name, as in “’kay, Kay?”. Her surname is similar to a character’s in the Boston Blackie franchise, known as “Inspector Farraday”. Her entire name sounds similar to the phrase “okay for a day”, so that might also be something.

Von Karma/Karuma:  Both the english last name and Japanese surname refer to “karma”, the belief that past actions will affect one’s future. In Manfred’s case, this may refer to the DL-6 incident and his future arrest.

Shi-Long Lang/”Shifu”/Rou Shiryuu: His Japanese surname “Rou” means wolf in (obviously) Japanese. “Shiryuu”, his given name, is a rough pronunciation of “dragon”.

“Shifu” means “master” or “Teacher” in Chinese.

His English name is actually pretty much the same as his Japanese one, though the kanji use their Chinese pronunciation. Shi > Shi, ryuu > Long, and Rou > Lang.

Calisto Yew|Shih-na/Kazura Himiko|Shiina: Kazura, when written with the kanji used refers to ivy or vines, fitting with Alba’s name. When written as a different kanji w/ the same pronunciation, it means “wig”, fitting with her occupation.

“Calisto” is spelled similar to a Greek figure, whose name was derived from the Greek word for “Most Beautiful”. This probably refers to her generous use of makeup.

“Shiina/Shih-na” is written in katakana, which is the Japanese alphabet often used for foreign words used in the language. This makes sense, since it is close in pronunciation to the Medieval Islamic term for “Military Ambassador”.

Tyrell Badd/Badou Ittetsu: “Ittetsu” is the Japanese word for “headstrong”. “Badou” is quite obviously a play on “Bad”

His English surname is a reference to his Japanese given name. His English given name has no meaning by itself, though when you switch it’s place with his first name, you get something that sounds like “Bad Trial”. KG-8 reference, possibly?

Buddy Faith/Nakamado Shinji: His full Japanese name is probably a play on the phrase “nakama to shinjiteiru”, translating to “I trust him as a friend”.

His English name is simple enough, as it references how he had faith in his “buddy”. This is very similar to his Japanese name’s meaning.

Winston Payne/Auchi Takefumi: His name is quite obviously a pun on the phrase “winced in pain”, as he does this quite often.

His Japanese surname is a play on “ouch”.

Jacques Portsman/Yuuki Makoto: His Japanese surname means “courage”, while his given name means “truth”. This is quite ironic, as he lacks both of these things.

His English name doesn’t seem to contain any references at first, though after looking at it for some time you may notice it seems to be a greatly modified version of “jock sportsman”, with the first “s” in “sportsman” being moved to the end of “jock”.

Zinc Lablanc/Zinc White (written as “Jinkho Waito”): Both his Japanese and English names reference a paint color, as he’s a painter/artist. “White” was changed to “Lablanc”, as a certain fruitcake of a man already had that name.

Cammy Meele/Shiraoto Wakana: “Shiraoto” means “white noise”. This is possibly a reference to the fact that she seems to hear other’s voices as white noise while acting in her sleepy persona.

When combined with each other, “Cammy Meele” sounds and looks similar to “Chamomile”, a type of herb that induces sleepiness. This is an obvious reference to her sleepy persona.

Rhoda Teneiro/Konomichi Ichiru: When separated into “Kono michi”, her surname means “this road”. “Ichiru” means “thin”, which has some possibility of referring to her being narrow-minded.

One possible meaning of her full English name is a modified version of “Road to nowhere”.

Ernest Amano/Amanogawa Jouichirou: “Ama no gawa” means “the Milky Way” in Japanese (It literally means “Heavenly River”). The first portion was then reused as his English surname.

“Ernest” may reference his seemingly ernest behavior before his true motives were discovered.

Colin Devorae|Oliver Deacon/Sumio Kurama|Masumi Ogura: In both cases, his alias is an anagram of his real name.

Wendy Oldbag: Her name is a play on the term “windy old bag”. Windy varies in meaning, while old bag is used to refer to a grumpy old woman.

Mike Meekins: His last name refers to his meekness.

Manny Coachen/Manii Koochin: His given name may be a modified version of “money”, referring to his involvement with the counterfeit bills. His surname “Coachen” means “to coach/advise” in a few different languages.

Byrne Faraday/Ichijo Kurou: Though his given name “Kurou” is written in kanji, it may be a modified version of “crow”.

“Byrne” comes from the Gaelic word for raven, referencing his involvement with the Yatagarasu.

Deid Mann/Diid Man: Do I honestly have to explain this one?

Mack Rell/Makari Tooru: “Makari tooru” is a Japanese term akin to “to get away with”.

His English name is a modified version of his Japanese name, as well as a play on “mackerel”. The latter doesn’t really make sense though, as his design doesn’t exactly scream “fish” or anything like that, does it?

Quercus Alba/Carnage Onred (written as Caaneji Onreddo): His full Japanese name may be read as “Carnation red”, or red carnation. This may be a reference to his country’s floral theme.

“Quercus alba” is the scientific name for the White Oak. This fits with the nature theme of his office, as well as the tree that inexplicably looks like him.

Ka-Shi Nou/Akaishi Aoi: “Akaishi” contains the kanji for “red” and “stone”. Stone probably has nothing to do with anything, while red may be a reference to blood, and therefore his demise. “Aoi” is used to refer to a few different types of flower, referring to Allebahst’s floral theme.

“Ka-Shi Nou” is a play on “casino”. When written the Japanese/Chinese way of last/surname first and first/given name last, it becomes “no cash”.

Colias Palaeno/Damian Hinji: “Hinji” is probably referring to “hinge”. Hinges resemble butterflies, so this works.

His English name is more straightforward, as it’s literally the scientific name of the Moorland Clouded Yellow Butterfly.