#what a wonderful realization to know im so far removed from that side of fandom that i just know nothing

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idk what the drama du jour with q is but this person kinda ate with this

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Reader x Le Comte de Saint Germain {IkeVam} - Letters to You

Title: Letters to You

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Le Comte de Saint Germain

Genre: hOHOHOHOHOho smut

Warnings: sexy sex

Kinks: 18th century sexting: the telegraph, masturbating, biting (vampire biting), slight (very slight) choking, sensual ??? idk , internal cumshot, prob some other things idk

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience 

Word Count: 2290 words

POV: second person

Request: “I see youve started without me”  by non

Written by: @mythiica​

Other comments: HAH that was entertaining to write, sorry im late! 

Before he left, Comte told you that he would only be traveling for a few days at most. He flashed you one of his irresistible smiles and his canines even sparkled in the lights. Like a gentleman, Comte embraced you tightly before stepping into the carriage and waving goodbye. 

          That was a week ago, and you are starting to get anxious now. 

         The moment you make it down the stairs, you call out for Sebastian and ask if any news about Comte has come. You know that he is getting tired of your antics – constantly inquiring about any mail or telegraphs from him – but instead of scowling at you, Sebastian extends a gloved hand and presents you with a slip of yellow paper. 

         Finally, news from Comte! 

         “Thank you, Sebastian!” you call over your shoulder as you run back upstairs. As you clutch the paper to your chest, you can even smell his scent embedded in the parchment. It is hard to mistake the beautiful combination of sharp earl grey tea mixed with the sublte sweetness of pastries and pen ink. It comforts you to have it in your hands, and you know that whatever message he has sent you is very important. 

         Back inside your room, you throw yourself across the bed, undoing Sebastian’s hard work to make it, an you tear open the envelop to pull out the letter. Your name is written in fine penmenshap across the length of the paper, making your heart ache for Comte. Upon beginning to read, it is almost as if you can hear your lover’s voice in your ear. 

We have just passed through Romania from the east, and are headed back to the mansion. I warn you that my excursion might take longer than anticipated, mainly because of a storm that hit us in Moldova. Do not worry though, I will be back before you know it. 

         You had heard about the strange and powerful thunderstorm that blew through eastern Europe, but you are happy to know that Comte is well and safe. Brushing your finger over the cursive, you realize that the telegraph is dated three days ago. Perhaps it got lost and was not delivered in time? You hang on to the notion that, perhaps, Comte has sent you another message and that it will arrive later today. 

         As you go to set down the paper, another sheet comes loose from the back. The handwriting is less neat than his normal script, but you can still make it out. 

         I have to admit that I absolutely long for you. Although it has only been a few days since we last saw each other, my heart grows weary with every passing moment. Sometimes, there is a rush of warm air that sweeps through my chambers, and I imagine it to be your aura watching over me. But the other, less innocent notion, also crosses my mind, and I have indulged myself this evening. 

         This is for your eyes only, ma cherie, and I know it will bring you joy to read this from me: not only do I miss your beautiful smile and the sound of your laughter in the morning, but I desire the desperation that sparkls when our limbs entwine in front of the fireplace. How long has it been since I had the chance to see you unravel?

         Your breath catches in your throat, and you have to stop reading for a moment to shift your legs and squeeze them together. This second letter, obviously more personal and… dirty… was Comte sexting you? Late eighteenth century style sexting, albeit, but the heat of arousal is already tempting you to satisfy yourself like Comte has. 

         It does not feel the same if it is not you giving me this carnal pleasure… your hands are much softer than my own and, by some kind of magic, you seem to know exactly what I need in the moment. It is beyond shameful to admit that I am consumed by this passion, and that it has lead me to do unspeakable things to the pillow… ah, and now the rush of embarassment. I wish that I could have brought you with me on this trip, for not only would you have the chance to witness the countryside in its winter glory, but I would also ensure to keep you warm during the night. 

         Without realizing, you have slipped your hand down past the elastic of your skirt to press against your underwear. There is already an obvious wet spot, and to think that Comte can do this to you from just a written message… you begin to share his fantasy and give in to desire. There is no harm in doing so, after all, he still has to return home. It feels heavenly to grind against anything, even if it is not your Comte. 

         I sometimes what is hotter: the crackling fire or inside of you. Surely, when I dip my fingers into your heat, it boils my blood and goes up my arm until I feel your burning warmth everywhere. It is not enough just to imagine it because there is nothing on this earth that compares to you as your walls clench around me. The lit in your voice teases me, but it soon melts into moans when I coax your release faster and faster. What a beautiful sound and what a heavenly sight: you, beneath me, unraveled and marked with the white stains of my love. 

         His words flow like poetry and seemingly guide your hand to follow the motions he describes. Your wetness welcomes your fingers with ease, and you contort your body in every direction, searching for the position that allows you to touch yourself more. Spreading your legs seems to be the best option as you delve your digits deeper into your core. 

         You very well know that I was against biting you at first, but upon doing it for the first time, it was like we were merging together in more ways than just physically. The blood – your blood – ignited me, and I knew that we were meant to be together. Not only our bodies, but our hearts and souls together. Can you feel my emotions as I write this? I sincerely hope you can, because I miss you so very much. We will see each other soon, ma cherie. 

         Now, you give in to the pleasure of the flesh, and every other sound is drowned out by your gasps for air and your drawn out moans. The room already smells like sex, but you wish it would smell like his cologne. Turning your head to his pillow, you bury your nose against it as your fingers rub your most sensitive spot. Bliss envelops you just like it does when he is the one giving it to you. It is wonderful – your release – and it sends you higher than you have gone on your own before. 

         As you remove your fingers from inside of you, you feel the slick dribbling down your inner thighs until they drip onto the bedsheets. Giggling at the mess you’ve made, you turn back to reach for the letter to read it again, but it is not there. 

         You turn over, looking for it, and think that maybe in the excitment of everything, it fell off the bed. From the corner of your eye, you see a whisp of a shadow and a flash of yellow. 

         “I see you’ve started without me, ma cherie–”

         At first, you cannot believe that he’s standing in front of you. When you go to sit up and get out of bed, Comte holds out a hand, signalling to stop. The next moment, he is by your side. Comte brushes your hair back with one hand and starts removing his jacket with the other one. “I thought you would read that before I arrived home, but this is even better than I anticipated.” 

         You are compelled to look directly into his beautiful eyes – it is not that you would want to look at anything else, but you do not realize that his shirt is off until he presses his chest flush against yours. The next second, Comte is whispering how much he missed you as his belt clinks off. Snapping back into reality, you fumble with his trousers until they too land on the floor in an abandoned pile. 

         “Ah, yes, this is what I have been missing...” Comte’s voice is hot and heavy, and now that his own clothes are gone, he works at your bodice to remove it completely. You had gotten off while still wearing everything, and when his gaze falls to the wet spot that had soaked through the fabric of your skirt, Comte laughs heartidly. “How interesting. To think my words made you this wet. I do not know to be impressed with my own skill or yours~” 

         “Comte!”

         His fingers lace across your throat as he leans over you, raw emotions seeping through his teeth as he nips your jaw. “Yes, do call my name like that. I think I longed for your voice the most of anything…” Comte drags his tongue across your neck, searching for your pulse like he forgot where it is in the time that he was away. Upon finding it, your lover suckles on it. His hand slips between your legs simultaneously to pull your thigh back, giving him space to grind against you. 

         “P-Please, I’ve been waiting so long for you!” you hiccup as you drag your nails acorss his back. A groan rumbles in the back of his throat – a sign of his own pleasure. You do it again to entice him and coax out another moan. 

         “Tell me, did you like my letters?” 

         “Yes!” 

         Applying the slightest big more pressure, Comte smiles, his fangs winking in the lamplight. They enter your flesh the same time his cock enters your wetness. It is a glorious sensation: the fluid motions of his tongue as it rolls over the puncture marks and the powerful thrusts that send your toes curling. A hand flies into Comte’s hair, and you tangle your fingers in his caramel locks to hold on to him, to ensure that this is not a dream. 

         He grips your thigh in such a way that you know there will be spots of beautiful purple left on your skin. You can already feel the knot building up in the pit of your stomach, but Comte is far from done with you. 

         Cuping your face gently, Comte runs his fingers over your cheek to brush your hair out of the way. His gaze is so loving and deep, you feel like you could get lost in the amber alone. Your hand falls to his jaw and you do the same to him before sitting up slightly. Your breasts are flush with his as you nuzzle against Comte. 

         He continues to thrust into you mercilessly, but the two of you are suspended in a loving moment. Having been reunited now, you cling to him and teeth on his earlobe. “Bite me again, Comte… I trust you, and I’ve missed you so so much.” 

         Obeying your command, Comte dips his head to the marks already at your pulse so he can run his tongue over it again. He presses dainty kisses down your neck, all the way to your collarbone where he bites you once more. This time, he is more gentle, but you are still hit with a wave of pleasure that makes you moan joyfully. 

         You squirm under his firm grip, making some of the blood run down to the bed. Comte catches it with a swift lick before the crimson has a chance to stain the pillowcase. “Careful..” he whispers as his lips fixate against the new puncture marks to suck on you. 

         Mewling, you shift your hips in such a way that allows Comte to bury himself deeply into you. His tip rubs against the spot that makes you unravel instantly – as he repeatedly thrusts against it, you entwine your fingers with his. “Comte, I’ve–” 

         “Sh, ma cherie, I know. And you are so beautiful.” 

         You remember his letter in the moment and clench harder around his length because you want him to climax with you. Comte moans and leans back slightly, giving you a full view of his muscular chest. He rakes his fingers through his hair and continues to thrust into you, dragging your orgasm out longer. A line of blood trickles down his lower lip, so you reach up to catch it with your thumb. 

         Comte grasps your hand and laps at your digit. You moan again, and Comte smirks before coming down to kiss you once more. He tenses a final time and releases inside of you. Crying out, Comte shushes you gently and nuzzles against your cheek. “Ma cherie, how wonderful it is to be home..”

         There is a moment where everything is still and Comte still covers you with his body. But he shifts and takes his place next to you. His seed trickles out of you, making you feel incredibly dirty, but Comte pulls your leg over his hip to hold you close. 

         “You were supposed to receive those earlier than today, but I must say, I am not dismayed in the slightest.” 

         Pressing a hand against his chest, you nuzzle close to Comte and pull the blankets up over your shoulder. Comte gives you a quick kiss across the bite marks before holding you close. “Next time I leave, shall I send you more messages like that?” 

         “No, take me with you. I’ll keep you warm,” you reply with a grin. 

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Something for the Living

After the read more link you will find a new Desus fic to go along with @irenedrew beautiful Photo edit. I’ll include the Archive link in case that’s your preferred format.

“Daryl sees Jesus sneaking off in the early morning hours and follows him to see what he is hiding.”

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11368692

[Photoedit made by Tumblr user Irenedrew. Please do not repost ,link to another site, or remove watermarks without her consent.

Thank you for collaborating with me.]

***So I was asked to write this fic by my sweet child Irenedrew on Tumblr to go along with her beautiful photo edit. It took me so so long because every time I would be almost done with it I would realize I hated it and delete the whole thing and start over. This being the 4th rewrite I finally said enough is enough and I'm just going to post it. I hope it isn't too boring. Im not much of a fluff writer Im usually all angst but the Desus fandom is full of little angels who love peace and happiness and I wanted to give the people what the want. Now though I have to go back to what I'm good at for the Sad Desus fic contest muahahahaha ( please forgive me) I'll write more fluff after***

Daryl woke up to the sound of shuffling socks on hardwood floor. There was a dull ache between his shoulder blades from sleeping on a pile of blankets and he suppressed a groan. He cracked one eye open and peered through the slit obscured by eyelashes to see what Jesus was doing, the only other occupant in the room, and most likely culprit. It was early yet, Daryl figured he’d have slept another hour if it weren't for the movement on the other side of the room reverberating across the floor directly below his ear. He saw Jesus shrugging on his trench coat and picking up his boots from beside the door. Jesus glanced back towards Daryl and so he quickly relaxed his face and waited to hear the door click closed.

They had stayed in the guest bedroom of Rick's Alexandria home last night. The two men had gone to the Kingdom with a message for Ezekiel from Maggie about trade plans. After their visit was over and they departed back for Hilltop they got cut off by a small herd. Daryl and Jesus didn't even consider taking out the walkers, they were too tired, and it wasn't worth it. So they had to circle around to Alexandria to get shelter for the night.

Daryl had insisted on taking the floor. He knew that there was a perfectly good couch downstairs but he was hoping Jesus wouldn't suggest it. The two shared a trailer in Hillstop, slept near each other on runs, shared their meals together. Daryl had found he couldn't wind down anymore without listening to Jesus’s even breathing. Jesus didn't tell him to take the couch. Daryl hoped it was because the thought hadn't occurred to him rather than because Daryl was so obviously needy. Jesus insisted on giving Daryl nearly all the pillows and blankets he could find, so which ever answer it was Jesus didn't seem to mind.

Daryl rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. He didn't understand where Jesus would have gone to in his full gear. They weren't planning on leaving until after lunch today, maybe even staying until tomorrow,  they were taking the time while they were here to visit. Jesus wouldn't wear all the extra layers if he just planned on strolling through Alexandria. Suddenly Daryl's gut twisted. What was he up to? Was something wrong? Was he leaving? He hadn't seemed any different than normal but then again Carol never did either and that didn't stop her from taking off. Daryl was invigorated with a sudden energy gathering up his clothes and gear quickly and slipping out the bedroom door to try and see if he could follow Jesus.

Daryl peeked out through Ricks front windows and saw Jesus down the road a bit talking with Aaron. They looked happy not like Jesus was saying goodbye so Daryl waited. They split apart and Aaron continued down towards where Daryl is waiting and Jesus headed off further away. As soon as Aaron passed and there's enough distance Daryl slipped out of Ricks house and walked in the direction he saw Jesus go. Soon Daryl heard a creaking and shuffling sound followed by a soft grunt and thud. He ducked between two houses and spied two small pieces of metal stuck into the beam of the fence high enough for someone to climb over. He knows these are Enids. He had seen her use them a few times but had thought it was good for the girl to go out, he also figured telling a teenager what to do wasn't gonna work so he might as well let her be. She must have let Jesus borrow them or maybe he confiscated them but that doesn't sound like Paul.

Staring up at the top of the fence Daryl counted to 120. 2 minutes of travel time between him and Jesus. He landed on the other side of the fence quietly bending his knees and crouching low to scan the tree line in front of him. There was a pulsing ache in his left knee a feeling he was starting to get used to as it happened more and more often. He shook it off like every other time and pressed onward. It wasn't hard to pick up Jesus’s tracks he was doing nothing to hide them and had only just passed. Daryl kept his pace a little slower than usual, he had longer legs than Jesus and was more accustomed to quick and quiet woods walking, Jesus would probably have to slow down his pace to be as quiet.

Before long a break in the trees shone up ahead of him. Daryl moved sideways along the tree line searching for the right tree to climb by the clearings edge. Daryl scouted out the perfect tree, a sugar maple with thick sturdy branches not too far off the ground. He scaled the tree easily finding a good V in the branches to sit himself in as he gazed out into the field.

Jesus was easy to spot perched lightly on a large rock with his legs crossed and a book spread across his lap. His hand loosely gripping a pencil was fluttering across the page here and there and back. After a little while of watching Daryl figured he must be drawing, his hand wouldn't move like that if he were writing anything. Daryl didn't know that Paul liked to draw. In all the time they had spent together he hadn't talked about it and Paul talked about everything. There was a twinge of betrayal in Daryl's stomach. He didn't know why, it was hardly a big important secret, but Daryl found he didn't like not knowing things about Paul. He wondered how much more there was to learn. Could he dance? Was he a singer? He seemed artsy now that Daryl took the time to consider it. Daryl told himself to focus and shook that trail of thoughts from his head.

The field was overgrown with tall grass and wild flowers and the soft breeze gently swayed them back and forth. Jesus had removed his beanie and his silky shoulder length hair was tucked behind one of his ears falling like a curtain over the other as he bent over his book. Daryls chest pulled at the sight of his concentrated face,his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, and his eyes flickering around the page as quickly as his hand. He glanced up every few moments at a tall purple flower in front of him. After a while Jesus closed his book and got up pulling a knife from his waist and cutting the stem of the flower he was just observing.

Daryl quickly climbed down from his perch and began to make his way back to Alexandria. He wasn't sure how much longer Jesus was going to be out here but he knew he needed to get back before him to avoid having to explain himself. He realized now that Jesus was just enjoying his morning, not running away from him, and he felt foolish for being so dramatic and needy. He planned which Alexandrians he wants to visit on his walk back so that he could keep himself busy and stop his mind from spinning that moment of weakness into something much bigger. “Don't over think it” he heard Paul tell him in his mind. It was one of the most common pieces of advice he threw at Daryl. Sometimes Paul would just blurt that out in a silent moment because he could just tell that Daryl was stewing on something. He hadn't told Paul that the voice in his head reminding him to breath, to not overthink, to relax, had started to sound alot like him.

A few hours later while Daryl was sitting on the porch steps of Aaron and Eric's house enjoying a glass of tea he saw Jesus walking towards Alexandria's small graveyard. Aaron was saying something beside him but Daryl's attention was completely on Paul as he vanished from view. Daryl stood up abruptly startling Aaron into silence. When he looks at Aaron's confused face he isn't sure how to explain himself.

“Jus’ saw Paul down the road a ways, looked like he needed a hand. I’ll catch up with you later” He started off down the road before thinking better of it and turned back to shout “Thank’s fer the Tea.”

But Aaron didn't look put off at all. He was smiling fondly after Daryl and just waved his hand at his thanks “Go, go catch up with Jesus.”

Daryl picked up his pace for most of the distance slowing to a walk once he was closer so that he wouldn't be out of breath when he ran into Jesus. He rounded the corner of the last house before the Gazebo and paused to take in the sight before him. Jesus was crouched in front of a grave. He had an Arm full of green flowers that he was lying delicately on each. It struck Daryl just how many there are now. He thinks back to the people he burried at the Prison and his chest aches for them. T-Dog's grave, the grave for Carol who came back to them, the grave they never got to make for Herschel. Paul was more observant than Daryl gives him credit for because he didn't wait for Daryl to announce himself he just started talking to him.

“Was this an entire family, Monroe?”

“Yeah, Deanna... Reg n’ their two sons Spencer n’ Aiden”

Daryl recalled the names of the dead easily, He couldn't do the same for those still alive. Paul's soft gaze lifted from Deanna's grave to look at Daryl. The spitting image of the Lord bowing before a wooden cross struck Daryl. He felt  the rush of complicated admiration, shame, and confusion that accompanied it. Daryl never called Paul Jesus aloud but in the safety of his own mind he entertained that connection. There was a deep thread somewhere in him, the fear of god left there by his mother, that he had nearly forgotten all together.

“Did they die together?”

Daryl thought Paul's voice sounded a little hopeful when he asked and Daryl could understand why. It would have been easier for all of them that way. No One left behind to mourn their mother or their son.

“Nah, Aiden died right ‘bout when we got to Alexandria. Run gone bad. Don't remember ever meetin’ him. Deanna used to lead this place, was good at it too, she got over run when there was a walker heard rolling through here. Reg got killed a while before that by Pete Anderson.” Daryl remembers this moment. His return with Morgan. He hadn't known what was happening but his instincts kicked in and he was ready to back Rick up in a heartbeat. “Then Rick killed Pete and the same herd that got Deanna got Pete's whole family the rest of the Andersons.” Daryl got off track avoiding talking about Spencer. He can't think of a nice thing to say about the guy. He hadn't grown to like him like Rosita or tried to reach out to him like Michonne. He found himself giving in as he ran out of stalled time.  “Spencer was a little shit always thought he was the smartest guy in the room, tried to cozy up to Negan and throw Rick under the bus, the way I hear it, and Negan gutted him for it. Can't say I miss havin’ to watch my back around that guy and ‘is creepy ass smile. We already met ya when we lost Spencer. You guys could a’ met.”

Jesus gazed thoughtfully over the graveyard listening to Daryl. He started asking Daryl about every individual grave as he laid flowers on them. Some were from before Daryl was at Alexandria but not many. He told Jesus how they died if that's all he knew but he told stories about how they lived when he could. That's what he did for Denises and Olivia skipping over the guilt he still feels over Denise. They stayed like that for a few hours. Slowly walking the cemetery giving attention to those long gone. Daryl found the process uniquely relaxing and the fresh earthy smell of the flowers Jesus brought was soothing. They stopped at Maggie's grave. The one that had been made to throw Negan off and Daryl shivered. Jesus turned to Daryl now noticing his discomfort.

“She doesn't need this now does she? Negan is locked up and he saw her at the fight at Hilltop.“

“I think everyone forgot it was here.”

Jesus noded to that leaning down and pulling the cross out of the ground and stuffing the last bundle of green flowers into the hole left behind.  

“Something living for the living, something dead for the dead.”

Daryl looked quizzically at Jesus not sure what to make of that statement. Paul smiled his knowing way looking up at Daryl through long eyelashes.

“I just mean that these flowers might grow if planted, the ones we left on the other graves won't. They will wilt and sink into the earth. These ones have a chance though, a better monument to Maggie.”

Daryl gnawed on his lip for a moment before pulling his water skin off his belt and pouring it over the newly planted flower.

“Don't they need roots?”

Daryl couldn't  really understand how a flower without roots was going to grow. Jesus didn't treat him like he should have already known he just begins explaining it to Daryl in the same tone he would have for any old conversation.

“ Well some plants can grow new roots, as long as they can still get sun on their leaves and a little bit of rain fall.” Jesus who was usually so calculated was letting his excitement shine through as he talked about the flowers. It was clearly something he really enjoyed. They way he looked at Daryl made it seem like he was talking about something bigger than the flowers. Like he wanted Daryl to understand some deeper meaning and that made Daryl nervous. ”This plant is called  Hoya carnosa  its young yet, that's why the flowers buds are all green but in time it will have white blossoms. I wasn't planning on planting any of them. I grabbed them while they were still green because green is for release.“

There was still that gnaw of self doubt but Daryl thought he may have never been this interested in flowers in his life. He almost didn't recognize the sound of his own voice when he asked Jesus about them.

“Whats white for?”

Jesus is smiled brightly more than happy to explain which started a swell of pride in Daryl's chest.

“Well... white is for innocence, purity, honesty...”

Daryl snorted cutting off his list.

“Yeah it’s good for Maggie.”

Jesus beamed at Daryl

“Yeah it is. What should we do with this now?”

Daryl looked at the cross in Jesus’s hands. Soft sun bleached wood with Maggie carved carefully across the center. He reached out a dirty hand and ran a finger across her name.

“I got an idea.”

A few hours later sitting on the floor of Aaron's garage Daryl looked over his work with a critical eye. Now the cross had been repurposed. Maggies name still sat at its center but the top of the cross had Herschel's name descending vertically towards hers. The left point had Beths name and the right Glenns. Jesus emerged from within Aaron's house carrying a reef of dried flowers.

“I found one. I knew that there would be one stashed in somebody's attic.” He approached Daryl looking down at the cross that lay by his feet “Her father and sister?”

Daryl nodded taking the reef from Jesus and bent down. He lodged the bottom of the cross through the reef so that the circle of flowers frames all four names just the very tips of the three top most points extended beyond it.

“Maggies Irish aint she?”

Jesus nodded. “Celtic cross?”

Daryl nodded. They looked up eyes meeting. They had been focused on their work for the past few hours but now time seemed to stop. Paul had ditched his scouting layers earlier now he stood before Daryl in the dimming sunlight wearing a loose billowing white shirt and cargo pants. His hair draped around his shoulders. His blue eyes were boring right into Daryl's and all the air seemed to leave his lungs. His brain short circuited and he blubbered out the first thing he thought.

“Ya look like a flower.”

Jesus let out a surprised laugh tucked his hair behind his ears and met Daryl's eyes again curiosity all over his face.

“Any particular flower?  Or just in general?”

He was teasing Daryl but instead of his normal annoyance Daryl felt a warm swelling feeling bubbling up from the pit of his gut and spreading until he felt like he couldn't swallow.

“Ah, I dunno. Was stupid I just think.. Yer ya know. Pretty... for a ninja prick.”

A scarlet blush blazed across Daryl's cheek and chest and he would run if his feet weren't frozen to the floor. He couldn't believe he just said that. The insult tacked on the end did virtually nothing to mask the affection. He couldn't stew too long on how dumb he felt because Jesus was smiling at him and suddenly Daryl couldn't remember what he was just mad about.

“Thankyou Daryl” If Daryl didn't know any better he would think Jesus just blushed too, it's been a hot day he reminded himself. “Come on’ Its getting late we can't head back to Hilltop tonight. Let's go settle in at Ricks, I have something for you.”

Daryl watched after Jesus as he turned to head back towards Rick's home. His heart was beating too fast so he paused a moment taking his time to gather up Maggies gift and turned to start cleaning up his mess. In the door that connects the garage to the house was Eric's head peeking out with Aaron's right above it. Daryl froze in place heart hammering all over again.

“Daryl go! Go! We can clean this up.”

Daryl was speechless looking at the two men in front of him as they fluttered about the garage grinning and elbowing each other. Eric puts his small hands on Daryl's shoulder and lightly shoved him out into the street. Daryl turned back just as he heard the automatic door start closing. As it descended Eric crouched to stay visible waving his hands towards Rick's house chanting “Go!” over and over again while Aaron laughed somewhere further back in the garage. The door settled against the ground and Daryl had no idea what just happened. He shifted Maggies gift to his other hand and started heading towards Rick’s.

Daryl walked up the stairs slowly his stomach doing somersaults. This is ridiculous. He spends more time with Paul than anyone else and this has never happened before. Sure sometimes seeing Paul doing some really badass ninja shit will make Daryl grin but thats because its really cool. And yeah maybe the smell of Paul as he walks by right after his shower when his hair is still wet gives Daryl goosebumps but that doesn't mean anything does it? Daryl had made it to the door where he stood now uncomfortably, he wanted to run the other direction. Paul was facing away from him by the window but turned around to greet him when he heard him approach. In his hands he held a small clear vase with three purple flowers. He looked concerned as he stepped forward.

“Hey” His voice was gentle he moved forward until he stood right before Daryl. “ Not a fan of surprises huh? You look nervous.”

Daryl ran a hand over his face and shifted his weight between his feet. He had no idea what he wa doing. Paul looked at thim with those big beautiful eyes and Daryl was terrified. He didn't answer and Paul took a step closer holding the flowers between them.

“These are Delphinium commonly called Larkspur. They represent big heartedness and Levity.”

Daryl stared down between them at the delicate cluster of small flowers on each of the three stems. He had seen flowers like these before. They attracted a lot of butterflies and when he was a kid he sat near some in the woods just to watch them. Daryl still hadn't said anything his mind racing and his mouth dry. Paul spoke again.

“They are for you Daryl, these are your surprise. Not so scary right?”

Paul was standing so close to Daryl he worried the flowers would be crushed between them. He knew he needed to say something. Anything.

“How’d ya know so much ‘bout flowers?”

JPaul pulled the vase he holds a little closer to his own chest. Looking at the ground for a moment before answering with much less enthusiasm.

“Ah it's just something I picked up. At first I was trying to learn about what you could eat or use for medicine but I really liked learning about all the symbolism behind giving flowers. I hadn't realized back before just how much every specific flower meant. Why people picked the flowers they did for weddings and proms and all that.”

Paul’s expression was guarded and Daryl realized he hadn't accepted the flowers or thanked him and now he was positive he needed to get out of there. He didn't know how to escape without making everything worse than he had already made it.

“I like stars.”

Daryl wanted to cut his tongue out. What is with the word vomit? Why does he keep saying stupid shit without thinking first? Never what Paul needed to hear just whatever dumb useless thought was passing through his brain. Paul looked interested tilting his head a new twinkle in his eye.

“You like stars?”

Daryl tried to think quickly and pull his foot out of his mouth.

“Yeah, they got meanings like flowers. Constellations ain't just for guiding ya when yer lost. They got stories. When I was a kid I got lost in the woods for 9 days eventually found my way back. Ain't no one knew I was gone. Thought I’d learn about them stars like Harriet Tubman, we was learnin’ about that in school ‘fore I stopped goin’ but then I found all them stories ‘bout why they got named the way they did. Ended up liking that more than knowin where I was goin’”

Paul  had a small smirk that twitched as he is tried to contain it.

“Right. Like me and the flowers. Started practical ended up fun.”

Daryl felt relief rushing through his veins “Yeah like that.”

Paul couldn't hold back the smile anymore  “A Lot of things start out practical and end up fun.” Daryl didn't know where this conversation was going anymore. He was still worried that maybe he should take the flowers from Paul’s hands.“Like for example, we started spending time with each other because it was practical. You were safer at Hilltop back then, didn't know very many people , you were avoiding Maggie and Sasha…. but now. It's fun.”

That lump returned to Daryl's throat. Spending time with Paul had been fun. It had been more than fun, it was amazing and he couldn't tell if Paul was teasing him or if he liked spending time together as much as Daryl did. Daryl grabbed the flowers from his hands and side stepped to place them on the dresser. Paul leaned against the door frame his face a mask of concentration as he watched Daryl. Daryl leaned his head down between his shoulders and took a deep breath. He was getting overwhelmed this happened once in awhile around Paul. He thought they might be tiny panic attacks but he would never ask anyone how you could tell. Instead he just rubbed the sweat from his lip onto his forearm and tried to focus on the grain of the wood in front of him. Just like all the previous times Paul could sense something change and gave Daryl space.

“I’m going to wash up alright?”

Paul asked even though he didn't need to as he passed Daryl heading for the bathroom attached to their shared room. As soon as the door closed behind him Daryl slid down on to the floor, leaned his head back against the dresser, and sighed.  Across the way on the bed side table Daryl saw the same book Paul was carrying this morning. Daryl turned his head waiting until he heard the sound of the shower running before he got up and moved over towards the bed. He sat down with his back to the small attached bathroom and ran a dirty finger over the worn leather cover of the journal. It's page's were weathered, no longer lying flat and orderly between the covers.

Daryl picked the journal up and flipped it open. The first page said ‘Paul Rovia’s Guide to Flowers’ in a delicate and neat script. Daryl smirked seeing his real name scrawled so neatly. He would have expected it to say Jesus. As he continued to flip through the book Daryl saw a lot of flowers he recognized and some he didn't. The drawings were simple and clear pencil sketches not all of them included color but the ones that did leapt off the page with their depth and detail. On the page opposite the drawings were lists of information, flower meanings, details about where they grow or what they can be used for. When Daryl reached the last page he found a beautiful colored sketch of the very flowers Paul brought him. The opposite page lists the meaning he had been told but it continued, the list of meanings much longer than Paul had explained. It also said “desire for laughter,strong attachment, affection, first love”. Daryl nearly jumped out of his skin when Paul’s voice came from behind him. He had been so absorbed he hadn't heard the shower turn off.

“I might have left a few details out.”

Daryl looked over his shoulder sheepishly and saw that Jesus’s wet hair was leaving the shoulders of his soft green T-shirt damp. Paul worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he gauged Daryl's reaction.

“Sorry… I..”  Daryl fumbled for the right words and clumsily closed and returned the journal to the table. Jesus sat delicately on the very edge of the bed on its opposite side looking at the comforter he pinched between his fingers.

“No don't apologize, it's not a diary. I planned to tell you the whole meaning when I picked them. But then you looked so uncomfortable so I thought maybe now wasn't a good time.”

Jesus peeked up at Daryl and lifted one side of his mouth in an insincere smile. One he only used when he wanted to make sure Daryl was comfortable even if he himself was not. Daryls heart ached. He wanted to reach out and touch the scout but like earlier he felt paralyzed by his uncertainty. Also like earlier that paralysis did not extend to speech.

“‘member when I told you ‘bout the farm?”

Paul’s eyebrows pulled together and he nodded. He learned some time ago how to talk to Daryl. Even if he was confused about the things he said or the direction he took the conversation was unexpected he just went along with it. So he began piling his hair into a bun and pulled his legs up onto the bed so he could face Daryl completely.

“Yes, Herschel's farm? Where you met Maggie and got shot by Andrea.”

It still amazed Daryl how closely Paul listened.

“ya, well … when I was lookin’ for Sophia I was real stuck on it. I couldn't let it go. Just kept thinkin’ ‘bout how long I’s out there, younger than her. I thought if we ain't found no body then she ain't dead. I was out searchin’ with a bandage still on my head.  Rick was right though,  she ain't a Dixon, ain't been taught those skills. After a day or two we shoulda been lookin for a body walking or not. Thing was everyone else agreein’ with Rick didn't matter none. I wasn't gonna give up on her. She had somethin’ I didn't, people lookin’ . Carol gave up though. Told me to give up to. I was so angry. I went and I found a Cherokee rose. I brought it to her, told her her baby was still out there, that we was gonna find her. You know the story of the Cherokee rose? Didn't see it in ya book.”

Paul leaned against the head of the bed listening intently with warmth in his big eyes.. He shook his head ‘no’ unwilling to interrupt Daryl those times when he did choose to share this much as seldom as they usually are. Now that he had paused speaking though Daryl began to feel the waves of uncertainty washing back up against him. Paul leaned forward over Daryl to pick up his journal and pulled a pencil from the drawer. The sudden proximity froze Daryl's breathing. Pauls wet hair smelled of vanilla the scent still wafting after he pulled back. Daryl felt those familiar goosebumps trailing from the back of his neck down his spine.

“Will you tell me about It?“

Paul gently encouraged Daryl to continue his eyes imploring Daryl not to shrink away. He held his pencil readily against the blank page and patiently waited. They spend the next few hours as the sun completely sets recording the story of the Cherokee rose by candle light and basing the drawing of it off of Daryl's descriptions. When it's finished Daryl found that he and Paul were leaning against each other huddled against the head of the bed with the journal balanced where their thighs touch. When Daryl turned his face to look at Paul he saw that there was only about 2 inches between their faces. His eyes roamed the younger man's features flicking from his full lips, to his sparkling candle lit sea blue eyes, down the slope of his delicate nose, and back around.

“I have something to tell you.”

Paul's eyes were unwavering his voice nearly a whisper as it drifted the small distance between them. Darlys heart filled with anticipation.

“When we went to the kingdom I visited with Carol.  Or well… she sort of demanded that I come see her. She had Sheva with her. She told me to sit on the floor. I thought she might feed me to the tiger.” Jesus smiled at the memory his gaze inward as he tells the story “she is very protective of you ya know. She cares alot about you. I think I can see why. You guys were close from the start. After she was done trying to intimidate me she told me that the best way to talk to you was with actions. That you trusted what you could see with your own eyes more than what people said.” Paul emerged from his inward thoughts his eyes alert again as they roamed Daryls face, the distance between them was filled with electricity. “I know how you think, if I tried to tell you how much you matter to me you'd run. It's why I gave you those flowers instead.”

Paul looked like he expected Daryl to run now. Daryl didn't want to run though. In the soft candle light with whispered voices it feels safe to let Paul in. Daryl wanted to tell Paul that he matters to him too. That he's all that matters some days but his mouth was still dry and the words sound wrong in his head. Daryl felt so grateful in that moment realizing how much effort Paul puts in always thinking about how to make Daryl comfortable. Daryl wanted to do the same for him. Before he can over think it Daryl reached up and pulled the hair tie from Paul's bun. His hair that's mostly dry fell in waves around his face. Daryls hand wove into the locks of hair just behind his ear and his thumb traced the line of his temple. Paul’s breath caught in his chest and his eyes fluttered closed.

“I'm sorry, I'm no good at takin’ care a ya”

Daryl felt naked as he spoke. The vulnerability not unwelcome but new and exhilarating. Paul’s eyes opened again and he raised a hand to rest against Daryl's wrist, trapping his hand against the side of his face. He pressed his nose into Daryl's palm and whispered his reply back, the movement of his lips a gentle dance against Daryl's rough skin.

“You really have no idea how much you've already done for me.”

Daryl was surprised when he felt tears stinging his eyes. He was feeling cracked open and yet more whole than he has ever felt before. He tried to pull his hand back to rub at his eyes but Paul stopped him.

“Please, let me”

The hand that wasn't holding his own lifted to lightly trace the lower lid of each of Daryl's eyes. The gentle touch bringing more tears out rather than stopping them. Daryls mind has started spiraling away.

“You're too good Paul. You deserve someone like you. I ain't… I... never done nothin’ like this.”

His words are silenced by the press of Paul’s lips. A chaste feather light kiss that lasted only a second but stole all the air from the small space between them.

“My mother told me once, before she died that we don't choose who we love. I’ve never met a man who's got a bigger heart than you. I don't mind going slow. We can figure this out together. I'm scared too. Just...don't run from me...please. I’ll give you space when you ask for it.”

Daryl couldn't believe how badly he wanted Paul's words to be true. He wanted to be the things Paul says he is. He wanted to deserve the gentleness and affection and he found it easier than he ever thought just to let go and accept it. His head tilted forward of its own volition and tucked against Paul's neck. The contented sigh that passed Paul's lips further reassured him that this really was as right as it felt. They became a mess of tangled limbs pressing as close together as they could manage holding each other tightly and whispering little confessions back and forth.

First Paul “I think you're arms are sinful temptations and your hatred for sleeves

Is going to kill me.” Then Daryl “If Jesus really did look like you it ain't so hard to figure why so many people followed him.” Paul again “Sometimes when you're in one of your moods I hide your things in the trailer to get you to talk to me.” Daryl already knew that. He had figured it out the third or fourth time it happened but he had let it slide because most of the time he really did want to talk to Paul he just didn't know how to start and Paul's antics provided them both a solution. It was Daryl's turn again  “ When I first started staying with ya at Hilltop, right after the Sanctuary, I had nightmares. Worst ones a my life. I always woke up and heard ya breathing. Can't sleep without it no more. S’why I didn't wanna sleep on the couch.” Their voices grow drowsy as they pass little truths back and forth until eventually they fall asleep.

Daryl woke up first and for a moment he didn't know where he was. Paul's head was resting on his chest his hair tickled Daryl's nose. Daryl smoothed the hair away from his face and woke Paul with the movement. His whole body froze above Daryl's as he recognized the position they were in. Slowly he picked his head up to face Daryl. He kept his face a careful neutral.

“Mornin’”

Paul dropped his head dramatically after Daryl's greeting.

“Oh thank the Lord. For a second I thought I woke up first.”

Daryl didn't understand why Paul wouldn't want to wake up first.

“Jus’ woke up myself. Second ago.”

“ Good then I didn't make you wait.”

He smiled after he said it but Daryl could see through him to the nervousness underneath. It was so early, the bed was so warm, the calm feeling hovered around him like a fog and he smiled as he realized he is the cool headed one in this moment.

“Yer eyes are buggin worse than a rabbit caught in a trap. We fell asleep in the same bed. Ain't like we gave each other sponge baths. Relax.”

Paul laughed a full bellied laugh clearly caught off guard. When he responds he sounds much more like his confident self.

“ If I’d realized it was an option…”

Daryl hit Paul over the head with the pillow to his left and they both laughed. Daryl wasn't sure if they were a couple now but he was excited to find out.

[cliveboney]

i just want to give an update on that whole upsetting fic debacle since i kept posting abt it, for closure. feel free to skip this as it’s kind of heavy and very personal; i just want to let myself talk it out so i can let it go and move past it

((warning for depression & vague talk of my personal experience w/ it))

so!! i finished it, the whole thing, it was almost 130k words & it was excruciating & it made me completely miserable and i need to never ever do something like that to myself ever again!

i have a problem, a Thing I Do, where if i start watching/reading something, i want to finish it. i will rarely deliberately drop something altogether because no matter how much im not enjoying it i want to see it through, because theres always something i still do like about it, you know? thats why i finished the first season of k-on, even though i hated it (tho im loving s2 actually), and why i watched all 13 episodes of amagi brilliant park, including the special, even though i hated it, and why i stuck it through to the end with comic girls despite its very fucking best efforts to get me to stop watching, and same with darlifra and many other things because i just. wanted to finish the job. there’s a satisfaction in bringing something to a close, so you’re not leaving any loose ends behind. i may not have liked the story, but at least i finished it.

that’s kind of how it was with this fic. i started reading it because one of my coping mechanisms when im feeling really sad or having a bad depression night is to read angst fanfiction kind of as a cathartic release of those negative emotions, it feels good to embrace them and let them wash through me via the opportunity for projection that fanfiction provides. a lot of the times the content of the fics i read are extremely heavy because that’s just what works for me. so when i saw the content warnings on this particular fic, i wasn’t particularly fazed because it was just. stuff i was used to consuming- i mean honestly the content warnings are often the reason i picked the fic in the first place

this one though. uh. it was a lot heavier than im used to, which was becoming rapidly more apparent the further along i got. i mean, it was fine for a couple chapters because it was hitting very close to home in that satisfying kind of way that i needed that night, but after i got over that initial release of emotions it started going downhill, um, a Lot

two chapters was enough to get me invested, but this was a Depression Fic, about depression, with themes centering explicitly around how mental illness destroys lives and friendships, and its aim was to explore these themes in the most realistic way possible. thankfully, it was also about recovery and rekindling lost friendships, and it did ultimately end well, but it was a very long, painful journey. the author did an excellent job conveying these struggles.

it was a very, very hard story for me to read. i wanted to stop, many times, and i fucking should have. it was a very bad time for me to read a story like this- due to a recent surgery, my thyroid levels are very low, leaving me feeling more sluggish than usual and in effect worsening my depression. im taking medication for it, but the medication takes several weeks to kick in and i’ve only been on it for a little over a month now, so i’ve been feeling very low. i shouldn’t have read this fic. i should have stopped after i realized what kind of story it was going to tell, and how it would affect me, and i was only lucky that it ended as well as it did, because the trigger warnings listed above the very last chapter had me so upset that i didn’t know what to do with myself & it was only after i forced myself to read that chapter that i was able to feel better because it turned out that those warnings were extremely misleading out of context and there was a happy ending after all.

putting that much emotional dependence on a story is unhealthy. this fic made me feel like shit, and that’s unhealthy. it took me back and showed me a very dark place that i haven’t been to for years, reintroduced thought processes that i have moved past indulging in for a Good Reason, and made me feel hopeless and sad about my own future despite the recent positive feelings i’d been starting to have. i saw myself in the characters and their struggles. i saw both my past self and the ugly side of my recovering self at the same time. i related to these characters so deeply and integrally that i couldn’t handle the thought of anything but a happy ending, and i don’t know how i would be feeling right now had things gone wrong in the end. that’s unhealthy.

i’m proud of how far i’ve come. i have come a long way since my darkest days. i’ve learned a lot about self love and what it means to take care of yourself. what it means to find meaning in the little things and to keep pushing forward for them. to hold onto the happiness in my life and keep finding more things to be happy about.

this fic felt like a huge step backward, and i knew it was even as i continued to read it. i ignored every voice in my head telling me to stop, to just let this one go. i wanted to see how the story would end. i wanted the emotional satisfaction of seeing everything turn out okay, of conflict resolution and watching characters get back on their feet. it’s okay to want that, but when the journey to get there is so bogged down with these harmful paths, it’s better to just take a different route altogether and leave it behind. it’s a part of my life that i’ve worked so hard to leave behind me; dragging it back in was the wrong thing to do. 

like i said, im lucky everything turned out okay in the end. but im still dealing with the emotional repercussions. it may have ended well, but all the rest of those 125k words of misery still happened. they still brought my mind back to those bad places. i’ll be able to move past this, i know i will, but i only just finished reading it yesterday, so it’s still pretty fresh in my mind. immediately after i finished the last chapter, i went looking for the happiest and most wholesome fics i could find in comparison. a part of what had upset me so much, besides everything else, was the fact that my favorite relationship from the show was broken almost beyond repair in this story, so i found fics with those characters that showed unconditional love and friendship instead, and that helped me feel a lot better immediately. this fic had been one of the first ones i read for this fandom, so i think it was kind of acting as the defining example of this fandom’s fic for me; repairing that mental connection is helping me move on from it, because there are so many other stories to be told and i’d much rather have those define my experience here instead.

so, ultimately, what did i learn?? listen to ur fucking logical brain when it tells u to stop forcing urself to do something that��s hurting you!!!!! sure i would have been worried over that fic for a while, wondering how it all ended, if everything worked out, but i would have gotten over it, replaced it with better things, and i wouldn’t have had to go through the intense emotional labor i did while reading it. if you’re not enjoying something, it’s okay to just drop it!! it’s not as big a deal as it feels like in the moment. remove toxic things from your life, the quicker you can the better. live to better yourself and keep working at your own improvement. forgive yourself for messing up, take a deep breath, and move on. it will pass, and you will have become stronger for it. hold onto that strength and use it to keep moving forward. 

you can do it. 

i am proud of you.

[quonit-aceattorney]

2.3 Reaction

Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

Index

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(Direct continuation of 2.2 Reaction)

"Turnabout Big Top"

what

what is that name

what

pffft

Q: should I start it today or wait

BF: It’s a circus case Hahahaha

Q: oh my god I already love it

BF: Your client is hilarious, btw

Q: i wanna play it now

oh no there will me an acident here

why did he just clip though it

nvm

december 2017?

taking pearl to the circus why not

Q: wait am I raising this child now

I AM SATISFIED

BF: Yeah! The fourth case takes place in March of 2018

Q: NICE

march 20th is the first day

I still feel bad that I missed it

BF: Yep!

Q: on that day I was like "I will make art for this one day and I will pretend it is that day and say "well I bought ace attorney that day just to play that case"

BF: Lol it’s fine. The whole real world date thing was more of an in joke with the fandom

Q: joke how dare you

BF: Because when these games were released, this was the far off future!

Q: I for some reason may attention to timelines in shows haha AND NOW THE FUTURE IS HERE

I bet you thought I would like this case because I said I wanted to raise somebody and now I do

(hahahaha)

Q: it's been 6 months still nobody has told her "hey we aren't dating"

december 28th... a year sense I last saw edgy...

Q: ugh I'm going to have to help another one of your TV show people for the third case right Maya

he sounds like metteton

excuse me but I played Undertale first

ya he reminds me of metteton haha

Q: so he's never out of character

wonderful

Max is throwing cards everywhere who si going to pick it up

oh my god hahaha

Q: this guy is fun

Q: I can't go to any magic shows because they freak me out. "Okay but what is that person ACTUALLY DROWNS"

Q: hey i have the lying thing still

Phoenix has a tendency to copy other people's speech in this game

my attourny badge is being useful in this game

Me: Fabulous, but a jerk Me: Just like Mettaton! I should stop

BF: He is very Mettaton like though!

And lol yes the magatama is yours forever

Q: yessss

wait it goes through different games???

Can I examine the evidence again or did they remove that feature because I miss it

aww okay I'll help you

why did i just throw the ds what

Q: I've never been to the circus enterence how come I can see it

Q: crap i almost got mauled by a tiger

Q: 

Girl: :pops on screen: 

My immediate thought: I HATE you. 

Me: Why was that the first thing I thought

Q: I hate her apparently

Q: If your dad was killed then why are you so happy and willing to let me die

Q:

Phoenix: It's tough not to get charmed when she's looking at you with those eyes 

Those soul-piecing... evil... murderous eyes...

Q:

Regina: I'm worried by so many things right now!!! 

Ya sure

I'm being mean to these characters for fun it's fine

I don't see why so many people hate it yet

Q:

Maya: That's because everyone think's your cute! Regina: No... I'm not cute... you are!!! Using your charm to get these people under your control huh? Well it won't work on me! Wait crap me and Phoenix are different people

Q: 

Me: I need to get an opinion on edgy x phoenix 

Me: Crackship that I can make fun of 

Brain: alright time to avoid the fandom like the plague just like that other show you watched 

Alright now that that is done time for me to allow myself to make jokes about it

Q:

Maya: She seems to be a hit with the men in the circus! 

Phoenix: Ya she must have this weird special power over them! 

Me: Please let that last like me sarcasm and please don't be that dumb

Maya: Even I want to profess my love to her! 

FINALLY LESBIANS

Q:

now my next crackship: Maya and whoever this girl is. I like this girl 700x more because of that line.

i actually love this case

Q:

Maya: You may not know this, but that's called a ''tailcoat'' Phoenix: and you may not know this but this is the face of somebody who already knew that I am proud of phoenix

Q: this case is great

Q: why would people ever hate it

Q: We've got a human metteton and gays what more do you need

Q: Oh ya I forgot that in the majority of places it snows

finally gumshoe I was wondering where you were

Maya: Nick! Nick! He complained! Me: OH YA YOU'RE RIGHT THIS IS WEIRD

I forgot to tell you earlier but I decided that if Pearl is going to ship me and maya im going to ship her and cody

Q: they are both 8 at this point so

why would von karma take a case like this

whatever it's a funny idea

Gumshoe: What do you have to worry about? You only have to see her in court! at first I thought that was funny like he was making a joke and then I realized it's much worse than that

OH MY GOD WE'RE FINALLY BRINGING UP EDGEWORHT

THANK YOU MAYA

guys please :(

I miss edgy...

Gumshoe: Died out in the cold... pretty sad way to die if you ask me Me: The chickies... I'm sad now

Q: he needs a bunch of props to fly did the police really arrest him because they wanted to know how he flew

Q: Actually I made up a think with my brother earlier that could fit here 

Maya: Can't you just call edgeworth? 

Phoenix: all my of contacts were deleted, remember? 

Maya: ...I'm tempted to think that maybe that first case was you're fault so that later I wouldn't ask about edgy 

Phoenix: hahahaha :deletes contacts again: what a silly idea

BF: hahah

Q: I like this case hahaha

BF: good! I'll be interested to see how you feel after the first trial segment

Q: when I got the silk hat I immediately wondered how Phoenix would look in it and if he can weird it to court and then I thought "no what is wrong with me"

who is the witness that eyed

Q: you do know that the prosecution is the daughter of MANFRED VON KARMA, ONE OF THE TWO (or three if you count me) PEOPLE WHO RUINED EDGY'S LIFE

if it's no reason then we aso have no reason not to go in

so LET ME IN

SEE MAYA HAS THE RIGHT IDEA LET'S GO CHECK IT OUT

and then I run right over there

i am so happy that was an option

Q: "Funny jokes are funny"

I want that book

Q: NOW

Q: game adding more cartoon-y characters

HUH

if he was lying then the thing would saw so but nope the magic rock is quiet

BF: did you just meet Moe?

Q: sadly he wasn't in the room, so I went to the enterence and this guy is here. I don't have his name yet

ben

alright

i don't think he is going to talk to me :(

BF: ahaha he's got one of the punniest names in the case, Ben does

BF: Oh, he'll talk. you just gotta get him something

Q: BENJAMIN WOODMAN the ventriloquist guess he had no choice 

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also about that first case again me and my brother made another thing

BF: Oh?

hahaha you'll get the FULL pun when you find his dummy

Q:

Phoenix (with his amnesia): My name is Phoenix Wright? Geez... just hearing that I can think of 5 puns already... Are you sure that's my name?

Person he was defending (uhhh we'll call her G): Well when thinking about that does anymore of your memories come to mind?

PW: hmmm... I remember... this one girl that called me nick and I never was able to figure out what the pun was because I thought it was a pun

PW: MAYA there we go that girl 

PW: That was extremely effective!

Not as good but I think it's funny

NICKname maybe?

BF: hee

Q: wont respond to anything i present so why nto ask about the dummy you said it's name was funny

dammit nevermind

I'll go check on moe

Q: MOE IS HERE

wow what the heck

YOU'RE MAKING THE SCREEN SHAKE

why does his head have a mouth no i mean his forhead uhhh sure I want a grape why not

he seems happy with himself

if you object to it, you yell objection!

BF: that's part of his hat lol

Q: i know but why would he put one on his hat

i see there is a carrot in front of it... about about his clothes then?

I like Moe

BF: he's a clown. it's just sposed to look silly

Q: alright I accept this

I wasn't born with no sense of humor I was born with a different sense of humor

Q: Hey Moe please be on our side not the evil miss von karma the second vampire or Franz if you prefer

Q: Please Moe :(

oh my god

Phoenix no

Phoenix knows nothing

I think it was funny he just set it up wrong

PHOENIX THE GENERALLY RIGHT THOUGH PHOENIX IS SOMETIMES WRONG PHOENIX WRONG crap I'm having flashbacks from the April May case

okay but what about max i wanna know more

i need to sleep but this sace is too great

HONESTLY HOW COULD PEOPLE HATE IT

legit dying are you okay

Q: hey moe I found this bottle on the floor but it doesn't have blood on it

no? Moe? You don't wanna talk? Fine.

hey Max

I like all of these characters somehow

Q:

Max: Is Metteton Regina: proved to me that gays exist in this game and that both Maya and Phoenix are ones Moe: is a clown. Tries hard.

Q: wonder If I can get max to talk

oh boy three locks

Q: yaaaaay that was easier than I thought

Q: I mean everybody is in love with her, like we even got a lesbian right here to prove it.

BF: hahaha yes, lotta people wanting to confess to Regina in this case

Q: Max is a jerk but that just makes him more metteton Regina why don't you do what angel did have have like six different boyfriends at a ti- no don't do that please

Q: is trilo his dummy

Trilo Quist... give me a moment to figure out the pun

where is this puppet

aww thanks

hey that must be what we give to Ben to make him talk!

Q: crap i forgot where he told me i hid it

HE HIT IT

HID

Q: heeyyyy i found the puppet

Q: hey ben i stayed up 40 mins more to get you this damn thing

Q: and ben isn't even here dammit

well i gues you don't get your dummy back

heeeyyyy beeeen

how you beeeeen

(i think im funny)

yesss

Q: i like this dummy already

somebody wants me to test their ghost and i said ya despite me really needing to sleep

BF: the pun: say their names together.

BF:

Ben

Trilo

Quist.

Q: oh my god

hahahahahaha

Q: WHAT IF I CALL YOU MR.TRILLO IS THAT STILL FANCY ENOUGH FOR YOU

Q: "You 8-bit excuse for an attorney!" I am mildly offended! Also laughing!

Maya do you know what a ventriloquist is

Q: yaaaay i can talk to him

Q: hey mr trilo will you tell me or will you insult me

Q:

Maya: These two are a really odd couple Nick... more gay crackships yessss

well you all are frauds you're just all talented.

Q:

Trilo: The pay sucks, the (something i forgot) sucks,a nd my partner has his hand up my pants. Maya: you mean ben? Trilo: Yeah... The creepy old guy who never finds it in himself to leave me alone that's because you two are bffs

ohhh so Trilo was asking her out

Q: well max you should've hit the dummy and not ben then

Q:

Phoenix: I think I'm beginning to see why she seemed... troubled...

Phoenix who do you think should marry Regina I'm interested in your thoughts

Trilo: I don't care! It's my choice not hers!

Well I guess she shouldn't marry the dummy

BF: (Honestly, right now? None of them. She’s 16)

Q: oh boy

ya nobody mary her please

Trilo no

ya i didn't wannt hear the rest of that song anyways

Maya don't praise that song

Which one of us is buttface though

Q: Ya I don't like trilo

frick

BF: Don’t worry, it makes it satisfying to tear him apart on the witness stand

Q: Though if the dummy goes that means that Franz is gonna hurt him with her whip so I'm fine with that

yesssss

monkeeyyyyy please don't hurt phoenix

NO

NOT THE BADGE

ANYTHING BUT THE BADGE

WITHOUT THE BADGE...

Q: I AM NOTHING

REGINA PLEASE HELP ME D;

i need my badge though DDD:

my badge isn't even that shiny!!

Maya how can you be pleased at this I need my badge!!!

Moe please i need my badge

but about trilo: Please don't marry him he sucks

Q: 

Regina: How about you Maya??? Maya: Huh What? Me: She's asking if you're going to propose too

I feel bad for gumshoe :(

Moe I need my badge :(

Q:

Moe: Regina is a pure, innocent child Me: I feel so bad for her --- Maya: she's such a cutie too Me: Feed the ship feed the ship feed the ship

this case is funny

Q: The more i hear about her the more I want her to leave the circus

thank you moe

Q: why is phoenix so wiped after two flights of stairs? Oh it's because they don't teleport they have to walk everywhere I send them too well they're getting a lot of exercise at least

my baaadge i missed you so much

T to R = Trilo to Regina

saaave pooiiiint

Q: Well with what other crazy s*** they do allow in court sure you can fly

Q:

Max: I can imagine it now: The dashing young lawyer flying around to courtroom, and immediately everybody is on his side! Me: I'm touched by your kind words, but sadly I cannot fly

Q: See Phoenix and i are on the same page :D

Q:

Franz: That spirit channeling trial was a shame! You're a shame

I mean you did lose last time so

and so did your dad

screw you dad

Q: Franz no matter how hard you try your dad will always be a shame, your last name will always be a shame, and so will the majority of prosecutors. You still have a chance to not be a shame though... but you are right now.

Q: ya but why was there footprints

what was in the box

if he was killed somewhere else why are there footprints

this is the most hated case and I remember you saying that you get punished if you press too hard on some things so I will save a lot (CHEATER!)

Q: well this is a circus and a famous joke is that pepper makes you sneeze so maybe it has something to do with that?

Q: Franz you suck

hey trilo i hate you

more than franz actually!!!

That is a really big acomplishment!!!

Q: we've had cases where people frame the others by wearing their clothes, in fact the last one was!

BF: Oh, no, it's not if you press too HARD

Q:

Judge: You're prosecution skills are unrivaled 

Me: OH WELL EXCUSE ME

ah okay

BF: there is a cross examination where if you press the wrong statement at all you get a penalty.

Q: crap

BF: so you can't just press everything without risking damage

Q: well I need to look out for that

BF: You'll know which one it is when you get to it. the game is kind enough to warn you.

Q: thank you game

Q: I'm not talking to a brick wall I'm talking to a wriggling piece of plywood

NO NOT YET MAX

Q: Not just this defendant, but max and everybody else as well!

Q: huh the puppet exploded without any of Franz help

Q: finally she hits him with the whip

Q:

Trilo: What's the matter?! You think that humans have a monopoly on marriage?! yes

Q:

Judge: i guess you're right... Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't propose to her too Me: yes it does please stop

Q: why does the dummy keep hitting pen

ben

Q: I am glad the puppet is suffering

Q: YESSS Franz hit the puppet with the whip and he exploded

Q: saaave poooiiiint

I should take a little break I guess

Q: he would want to frame you because he didn't want to give you the big check, maybe it was even suicide because he couldn't pay the other workers

I was drawing all of these without references so I decided to draw maya

phoenix go away

sometimes the game is like this

fite me

that's all of the doodles haha

Hi moe why are you sad

Q: I feel bad for moe

BF: hee hee hee

poor Phoenix

Q: I had fun drawing them poor phoenix indeed

Q: but that is how 1.5 felt like haha. Maya left, at the end Edgy left, Ema was being mean, Lana was making ti difficult, Gant betrayed me, so-on

nobody gave me credit for my ideas either it was sad

Q: moe I'm sorry but we're talking about the murder

BF: to be fair, Maya was prevented by the actual plot from being there hahah. Remember, 1-5 was not in the original GBA version of the game; it was added later for the DS port, AFTER the third game had already come out

and the set timeline went that Phoenix doesn't see Maya in person again until 2-2, which takes places BEFORE 2-1.

so the only way for 1-5 to fit the existing continuity at all was to have a case where Maya was absent...which worked out well for us because it forced them to make Ema to fill in for her.

Q: I feel really bad for gumshoe 

true! I can give Maya that excuse, she was fine.

"And why did we put 2-2 before 2-1? For the people who didn't play the first game!" 

dammit I wanna see edgy again I miss him

BF: haha just be patient. He'll show up when you least expect it.

Q: :D

Q: Oh no I need to be carful on this one

Q: time to save a lot and be very picky about what I press about

...I guess it's weird he looked out his window for no reason

save

how did this get here

:D I think I'm on the right track with the window thing!

Q: and now the last statement doesn't make sense because--

yes I do miss vampire the second

Q: hmmm

time to save again

hmmm

wait his cloak isn't black!

Q: and the roses but from the angle he said he saw Max it i didn't think that was important enough whatever

Q: Hey edgy while you were gone I made the guy-who's-name-shall-not-be-mentioned's daughter suffer are you proud of me 

I miss him :(

Q: if he was mature then why would he be a clown

Q: no pressing at all? dammit

Q: time to save

if he was wearing it the whole time then why was it there dammit I don't know if that is actually what the game wants me to think I've been lucky so far and I just saved so why not

:D

I should fail soon i know it

Q: Stop being so mean to Moe it's the dummy's fualt

DID HE BY ANY CHANCE FLY

HE COULDN'T HAVE WALKED BECAUSE THERE WERE NO FOOTPRINTS >:(

frick i can't save when evidence is up

the photo please work photo

Q:

Franz: That's not funny! 

Me: It kinda is though...

Q: geez uh

all of these options are not what I am thinking

I can save though!

Q:

Max: I know you didn't mean to ask such a fabulously stupid question but I can't fly whenever I please, it's not that easy! 

That's what I've been saying!

saaave poiiiiint

I still don't get why people hate this case so much

Q: maybe that's just because of how lucky i was when talking to moe

people get game overs and then finally are able to finish it and then his entire testimony is complely disregarded

BF: hahah it's a matter of personal taste, obviously. :3 Plenty of people thing Moe is annoying (he grew on me) and/or didn't like Ben (that's more understandable) for instance

BF: there's the frustration of Moe's cross examination, the fact that this case doesn't seem as CONNECTED to the rest of the game, and there's one other thing that I can't get into without spoiling the end.

BF: Though, for the record, said thing is what I think makes this case stand out in an interesting way.

(and is also the thing that thematically ties it to the other two main cases, though I can't say why.)

Q: It probably is. For all of the characters I can see why people would hate them. Max is a jerk, Regina is being hit on by everyone but she is 16, Ben is boring and the dummy is annoying and terrible, and Moe is annoying and unhelpful in their opinions just save over and over again it'll be fine It is a good point but not everything has to be about story I wonder if I will like the thing at the end hey so it is connected anyways!

BF: BASICALLY It's just a lot of Game 2 as a whole being seen as somewhat lesser for not being as deeply interconnected as the first or the third game, but I think the word about how disliked it is tends to get a touch overblown.

I think Moe more than makes up for his annoying habits by the end hahah

Q: ah. Well I like this game, and I really wanna play farwell my turnabout interesting!

BF: and I'm divided on Ben for a few reasons

Q: I am too... I mean, the dummy is terrible and Ben is too quiet but Ben is controlling the dummy but everyone here is too invested in their careers and- eh

BF: I love Max unconditionally hahha. He's ridiculous and over the top because he's designed to be that way, but there's definitely more to him than you see at first.

Q: Maya don't give it back please why did you do that

Q: there is I like max

Q:

Trilo: Waiting like this is a part of being in love! 

Me: Ya like waiting 60 minuets to send another text and trying to leave the conversation as fast as possible resulting in you not getting to talk to the person you wanna talk to. 

Trilo this is dumb.

Q:

Max: Why would I be friends with a bunch of bozos like them! 

Me: so that they don't frame you for murder of course

Q: gummy!!!

I feel bad for you do you want a hug

Q: gummy thank you :D

Also what the heck do you mean by she's right above us what

I havn't heard of this acrobat so far

oh wait i have

he's friends with the monkey that stole my precious

Q: we're going up into that room

but this time

we'll taze her

while screaming REGEEENGGGEEE as we steal something important from her

no? Fine...

Q: OH HI MOE

Q:

Phoenix: I wouldn't mind hearing more about Max's bust... not that I'm into that sort of thing... 

Phoenix it's fine we already knew you were gay 

this crackship amuses me endlessly

oh my god that is actually a conversation topic now

it is pretty cool though!!!

maybe we can get edgy to pay for i-OH WAIT HE'S NOT HERE

Q: Ya because I totally wanted to garden in 100 degree heat for two hours at a place I dislike with people I dislike.

Oh ya we hit 100 today wooo

also the car was overheating so I had to stop a lot and spend money on ani freeze and have the heaters on so I was boiling and upset and out of money6

whatever playing 2.3 should help

the image I've been waiting for

BF: Lol, to be fair, those are clearly Mia’s boobs when Maya channels her, but Maya’s CLOTHES don’t change with the rest of her.

The real question is why Pearl’s outfit doesn’t throttle her.

Q: EXACTLY

Q: THAT IS WHAT I WAS THINKING

So either the clothes do change or Pearl is the exception. Either way she should at lease try

Also another conversation im drawing right now

BF: Not exactly an exception though, given the fact that the only thing that keeps Mia from flashing the world when Pearl channels her is the fact that she keeps her arms crossed the entire time...

Cause if anything she’s showing twice as much cleavage in that form.

Q: well at least that is good good job mia

Q: very true. 

PW: Hey Maya 

M: What is it? 

PW: Do you wanna go clothes shopping? 

M: What? Why? I like these robes and I need to wear them 

PW: It's just that you're starting to grow out of them is all! We need to get some bigger clothes 

:They get bigger robes: 

:later: 

Mia: Hi agai- 

PW: I got Maya some bigger robes so that maybe when you possessed her you could finally cover your rack I wasted 400$ on those please don't make it all for nothing 

Mia: ...

Q: Alright so I opened the game I'm back at the thing and i forgot what i did

I have a note okay

uhhh I also have the bust

Q: hey Billy Bob Jones do you wanna talk more about your bust

Q: also why do people call the clown moe when his name is Lawrence

i knew we should've taken the baby we noticed in the tailcoat

Q: PAPER

how did i say baby instead of paper

Q: hi gum shoe

crap whos phone is ringing

do you have like a metal detector thing for her

hey how dare you whip Maya out of court

jerk

Q:

Franz: Tomorrow will be the day! The day my dreams finally come true! 

Me: I should be scared of you but because I'm know I can respond with sarcastic retorts.

oh boy i actually get to talk to her

:o

BF: Lol okay the pun with Moe’s name: his real name Lawrence CURLS. His stage name is Moe. And a nickname for Lawrence is Larry. And the names of the original three Stooges? Larry, Curly, and Moe!

BF: Also could be a vague callback to case two, where you had the sisters Ini and Mimi Miney...

Q: ohhhh okay!

BF: Eenie Meenie Miney Moe lD

Q: oh my god hahahahaha This game loves name puns

BF: Oh it loves them soooo much you have no idea. XD and they get way the heck more blatant in later games

Q: pffft

Q: I CAN'T WAIT

BF: Though how blatant they are in the English localization are all down to April May’s name. Once they did her and had her working for Redd White of Bluecorp...

Q: I remember that case, the entire time I was telling my brother "It was the white guy I know it" --- Franz can you like acknowledge your dad was a huge [long strong of strong swear words] please?

WHAT DID EDGY DO TO YOU

Hey Franz we could be best friends if you bring him back for me

Franz it isn't my fault it's your dad's and the other guy's fualt

HE ISN'T DEAD >:(

"He never set his foot in court again" The bonus level man

ya me niether Franz it's a blatent lie because of the bunus level

Phoenix is heart broken :(

BF: Hahaha well it was kind of retconned so that she was talking about the bonus level, but I admit it was pretty clumsily inserted in points

And yeah, poor Nick :/

Q: poor phoenix indeed...

Q: hi acrobat Phoenix is heartbroken can you cheer him up

Aww Acro

why not doodle why do I draw

ringmaster seems like a nice guy :(

Q: 

Acro: Truly a princess.. Are you sure that's a good thing? Exactly!

LIAR

Q: Oh hey Regina is back

Q: I like to think that the things in parentheses are what Phoenix is thinking but how come people can marry him

HEAR

WHAT THE HELL

im having a hard time thinking ugh

uh

but what if i don't wanna get the costume

though it seems like Maya only hears him.

Q: oh no i found the monkey

uh

Q: i got the vest yay

Q: maybe Franz would want it Hey Franz here is an apology gift for something I didn't do

Q: I hate burgers

Q: awww Moe is a good person

Q: ugh

"What do you mean when you say I when playing this game" I mean me, or I mean me as Phoenix. Usually the second.

Q: ugh

Q: nevermind back to game, i talked to Moe about Acro and Bat.

I feel bad for Bat even if that was idiotic

Q: Franz no we're upset and Acro is upset you're not allowed here.

Q: Regina I'm starting to hate you again

but whatever the tradition of A Von Karma stealing something very important to me has continued. SUFFER

LOTS OF MILK FOR MAX

dangit Phoenix I can't save on the evidence page though!!

Q: you call me a fool and you're the one wearing ridiculous shoulder pads. I mean, Phoenix probably has some too but they don't look stupid.

hey Franz do nto bring up personal issues into court please

Q: you might not have been able to see as well because it was snowing

? i dunno

crap uh i dunno

and I can't save either

dammit

now I'll be stuck at this page forever

...leap of faith?

well the silk hat is a problem for me still... so...

how???

This case should cause me more touble I know it

Q: Franz please don't talk about Edgy this isn't the time if you do I will commit suicide and frame you for murder. If it doesn't work and they figure it out, at least my message will get across that I miss edgy.

hey i can save yesss

Q: 

Franz: You're honor, do not allow yourself to be swayed by theatrics Me: You're honor, do not allow the f***ing whip in court, once that is settled, I will stop.

peck peck everybody hates me in this case now dammit even the brids hate me

Now this sounds like 2016

Q: i haven't been penalized yet so maybe I'm on the right track?

Q: the bust!

WHERE IS THE BUST

SHIT IT'S NOT IN MY EVIDENCE

oh my god it is i was really scared

Q: oww stop hitting me

Q: is there ever a time where we don't decide to cross examine

Q: I'm failing a bunch do not worry

Q: WHIPPING MAKES ME NOT WANNA LISTEN TO YOU

LALALALA I DON'T HEAR YOU

Q: interesting! When I failed I didn't need to use the save point

Q: oh so now acro can hear my thoughts from across the room

Q: game already let me go with far I must be right

uhhh

hey the monkey!!!

Is the monkley even that strong

Q: probably look at the other stuff it had

Q: pfft I think it's funny how her insult's are a child's

"MORON"

Q: the clown didn't see him, he saw a silhouette and his hat

hey!!!

Q: I like how Franz it's evil she just hates me

but indeed, it was the bust and nobody will argue with me >:3

and if they do it doesn't mean anything because it's Franz who is arguing

Q: phoenix please explain to me what happened im confused

Q: I have an idea of the motive.

Franz: In this court, only two things matter. The power of evidence and the power of my whip. Me: SOMEBODY PLEASE GET THAT WHIP AWAY FROM HER.

save now before it goes to the evidence screem

Q: wooo

Q: thought he killed max

okay save point

hi gumshoe!!!

Q: poor phoenix

"Why do you refuse to call him nick" Because I don't get it!!!

Q: frick should i cross examine i feel like that's waist time

whatever I can save

Q: I can't provide one because he didn't want the ringmaster to died he wanted Max to die

Q: hmmm

actually

Q: They want me to think it was max

didn't they

well franz

IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING UNEXPECTED

AND ALSO EXPLAIN WHY THERE WAS PEPPER IN THE BOX

IT WAS REGINA >:D

Gummy thank you

you influenced this decition

which may be better

i am right I knew it >:D

Q: Franz: The only thing that shall interrupt me is death itself!

YOU KNOW WHAT this will be my new catch phrase I need to get better and not being sorry because I said something

Q: foolishness is contagious

must've got it from you

Q: I'm not bluffing

...mostly...

actually i just need to remember what is going on i took a break for lunch

the pepper there we go

Q: I am very happy that I'm finally on the same track as Phoenix :D

Q: I am on the same track as him I know what I am talking about >:3

Q: the scarf probably has something on it

that the lion would want to eat

Regina gave it to him on the same day that the accident happened

Q: she must've knows he was gonna ask her out

and so she killed him???

lions sneeze.

FRANZ YOU'RE WRONG AND I BELIEVE IN MY THEORY

Q: I really don't want Acro to get arrested though... he's a good guy

Q: nooo i don't wanna go into investigation again

so i won't

Q: at least I saved

EXCACTLY HOLD IT

I THINK FRANZ HAS IT

HIDING EVIDENCE

SO THAT I WON'T WIN

I KNOW IT

and I'm not afraid to not save, I know it.

But noooo she wouldn't ahve it with her

SHE WANTS ME TO THINK THAT

Q: IT SEEMS MY HATRED FOR THE VON KARMA FAMILY HAS BESTED THEM

Q: ONE MORE

TIME

Q: You also made the mistake of blaming me for Edgy's supposed suicide that didn't happen

I am very angry about that

Q: he's crying...

I'm so sad

WOW I ALMOST STARTED CRYING

PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM

Franz: I'm... An... Idiot... Finally, I was waiting for you to say that

Q: Regina, it is time for you to learn about the real world.

Q: :)

Q: i like moe

he really is a good person

Q: all of these people are great :(

WHY WOULD PEOPLE EVER HATE THIS

So are we seeing things from Franz' perspective...

EDGY

EDGY EDGY EDGY

EDGY

EDGY

Q: EDGYYYY

NO

AHH

EDGY

I HAVE UNLOCKED FAWWELL MY TURNABOUT

YES

I AM VERY HAPPY

INDEED

I MISSED HIM SO MUCH

AND NOW THIS THING IS HERE AND IT THE ONE WITH EDGY AND THE CASE I SPENT 30$ ON THIS GAME FOR

Q: YESSSS

why is he wearing blue though

he is purple!

Q: i really wanna play it :(

Q: [my brother] said that if I help him finish turnabout samurai he will let me get it >:D

i love him dammit

BF: hah!

and yessssss WILL

Q: why is he blue though that's phoenix' color

Q: whatever

BF: Juan?

Q: no Edgy

why is he blue now

BF: Oh, in the portrait for the case?

Q: nono at the end cutscene

BF: or what he's wearing at the end of...ah

Q: THE ENDING SCENE ON 2.3

THERE WAS A PLANE AND GUMSHOE AND EDGY

BF: don't worry about that so much.

that's just like an overcoat or something.

Q: so I can still use purple when doodling him?

Q: ya

alright

but yay 2-4!! and my broither won't let me play it!!

and he's only halfway done with 1-3!!!

BF: hahah oh nooooo

Q: helping my bro speedrun, i bookmarked the old tutorial (i don't use a one for the second game) so that I could help him

BF: so what did you think of the 2-3 twist? I sorta kinda fell asleep while you were getting through the later parts hahah

Q: pfft

I thought it was sad I ended up actually almost crying

BF: WASN'T IT

Q: I didn't wanna get the guy in jail i like him

and then he cired

and now im sad

BUT THEN I SAW EDGY

AND STARTED YELLING

BF: Right? Acro was as much a victim as anyone

Q: and now he's going to jail...

:(

BF: at least it's implied that Edgeworth is going to work to get his sentence reduced or modified or something in consideration of his circumstances

Q: edgy you made phoenix think he made you commit suicide

BF: I mean HE DID try to kill a dangerously innocent girl (and kill someone else in the process), so he can't exactly get off scott free, but

hahah Zarla super >:( at Edeworth about that little stunt, but she's not the biggest Edgeworth fan

Q: ya... :( I still feel bad for him though

WELL I AM for some reason

Q: I like characters for little pieces of stupid dialogue and there was a lot of that with edgy AND THEN THE CASE WHERE WE DEFEND HIM that was FULL of those. So that is why I like Edgy I bet.

I was set out to hate Regina until that dialogue about Maya wanting to propose to her came up!!! it's stuff like that!!!

There I justified my liking of the character now I can stop

BF: hahahah nah no I totally get where you are coming from.

and you don't have to justify like or not liking characters to me hhaah. (I say knowing full well I am compelled to do JUST THAT.)

sometimes characters just click or don't click with you for the most random reasons

I've had some that I hated irrationally for a while and then later did 180s on so...logic is weird.

Q: Thanks! I have trouble with that... Talking about my opinions without feeling I need to justify them. Thanks!

CHARACTER LIKING IS WEIRD! At first I didn't like Jockey very much because her color scheme looked too off in the animation "I've Learnt Too Much I have gone Mad" (I call it JA (for Jockey Animation) for short)... though that's just has to do with not knowing enough about the character. Though I have a few other examples of  it just being "THAT ONE THING CHANGED MY MIND". It happens a lot.

Q: doodling more ace attorney because of course

(This leads directly into my reaction to 2-4)